"Hall of Valor? It's really all right." Fingel said softly, "In your era, hybrids can easily break through the critical blood limit without worrying about being backlashed by dragon blood?"

"I would be worried." The dragon nodded, "Not all hybrids can break through the critical blood limit. Only hybrids that inherit the royal blood can still stabilize their bloodline after breaking through the critical blood limit."

"Emperor's blood?" Fingel's face changed slightly as he asked, "Whose descendant are you talking about? The White King?"

"Of course I am the blood descendant of the Black King." The dragon said calmly, "I am the descendant of the Black King. In our era, the New God gave the bones and blood of the Black King to the main participants in the final battle. The descendant of the Black King is

Born here, my clan comes from this."

Fingel's expression changed slightly and he said, "You mean, there are not just one blood descendant of the Black King, but two?"

"It's not much in front of the whole world. The blood descendants of the Black King are born to be rulers." The dragon said softly, "But this glory did not last long. The new god who once gave us the blood and bones of the Black King suddenly turned his back.

, broke us into the ranks of the Dragon Clan, and hunted us on a large scale. If the New God hadn't suddenly disappeared, we would all be dead."

Fingel was silent for a while and then asked: "What is the half-blood monarch plan you mentioned earlier?"

"You don't know?" The dragon looked confused.

"I'm not the half-blood king you said.

Those who are qualified." Fingel said calmly, "I just took enough serum to push my bloodline to an extremely high level."

"Serum?" The dragon seemed to have never heard of this term and guessed, "Is it the essence of dragon blood? In our era, dragon blood is also refined through alchemy to strengthen itself, but the success rate is very low. Failure means death."

"Absolutely." Fingel nodded, "Is the Half-Blood Monarch Project presided over by Odin, or who else?"

"It is not hosted by the New God." The dragon shook his head and said, "This plan appeared after the disappearance of the New God. We need new power to fight against the Dragon Clan. Someone proposed a hybrid monarch plan. The core of the plan is to use alchemy and

The essence of dragon blood allows the best royal blood descendants of the Black King to break through taboos and reach the status of a monarch."

"You want to create four monarch-level super hybrids?"

"You can say that, but we failed at that time."

"fail?"

"Someone is assassinating the blood descendants of the Black King." The dragon whispered, "The best royal blood among us died during the experiment because the experiment failed, and the remaining clan members were treated as prey."

"Who is hunting you?" Fingel said solemnly.

"There are many, including dragons, servants of the New God, and even...our own people." The dragon said expressionlessly.

Fingel was speechless.

"I have a question, are you sure all the Black King's descendants are dead?" Henkel, who had been working on the background board, suddenly asked.

The dragon turned to look at him with a strange look: "Of course not. Even if you don't count me, isn't this guy living a good life?"

He pointed at Fingel, who was carrying whiskey.

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