Under Chu Zihang's gaze of golden eyes, Beowulf's eyes narrowed slightly and slowly revealed the truth of that year.

"I fundamentally deny the significance of the existence of the academy and refuse to become the head of the executive department. Over the past century, I have searched for excellent blood descendants around the world and trained them to form a new 'action team'."

"And your father Chu Tianjiao is the best student I have trained in this century."

"His words are time·zero!"

Speaking of this, Beowulf stared at Chu Zihang, the blood-colored golden eyes inherited from generation to generation, with unprecedented majesty.

He said in a low voice: "It's a coincidence that the same spirit as Angers, I began to focus on cultivating him since I discovered his spirit, and he was worthy of my teachings and completed my test in just a few years."

"I originally wanted to temper him for a few more years, so I could let him go to the battlefield and get a true 'rebirth' in blood and fire."

The old man paused, shook his head,

"But Angers came to me at this time."

"I don't support his decision to establish the academy, but I still respect and appreciate Angers himself."

"He asked me to borrow people, and he needed the kind of 'ghost' who had never done a mission and had not left any trace in any force."

"I don't know what he is going to do, but I know that everything Angers did was to kill dragons, so I chose to support him."

"And this 'ghost' is your father. He was selected and trained by me personally. He has never appeared on any mixed-race platform. He is calm and powerful, perfectly meeting the needs of Angers."

"I have never seen your father again since then."

"Did you...n't you find my father missing?"

Chu Zihang asked softly, this was his biggest question. If it was as the old man said, then with the old man's power, he shouldn't have discovered his identity now.

Beowulf was silent like a heavy stone tablet, and the long lights in the house were dim, depicting his tall and lonely outline.

Until a long time later, the old man finally spoke, his voice as cold as iron, hard and heavy.

At this moment, there seemed to be a strong smell of blood permeating the air.

"I said to him before your father walked out of this castle. He went out here to carry out a mission for the Secret Party. If he died, I would play a harmonica in front of his grave as mourning, but I would not rescue him."

“This is what the Action Team does.”

"What Angers needs is a commissioner who is almost 'ghost' in the mixed-race world, so I cannot investigate his traces, as any investigation may lead to his identity being exposed to the eyes of those who are interested."

"and……"

The old man paused and said indifferently,

"Your father was trained by me. He is an all-round warrior. With time zero, he can escape even when facing the next generation of seeds!"

"Tell me, what exactly did you encounter on that rainy night six years ago?"

"He is to... save me." Chu Zihang lost his mind for a long time and said with his head down, feeling his body extremely heavy.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that rainy night. His mind was blank. He just drove Maybach mechanically and ran in the rain. The man behind him was penetrated by countless streams of light. He escaped from Nibelung, broke through the car door and threw himself down, running towards the wind and rain. However, the line that maintained them was broken, and he could no longer find the man...

"You don't want to say it."

The old man said lightly, not a question, but a dull and as if he had guessed the ending at the beginning.

"Your father's personality is actually what I don't like the most, but we got along very well by surprise."

"I asked your father what kind of girl he liked back then. People in the action team would leave their blood before performing the mission to keep the inheritance constant, but your father refused. He said that he might have many women in his life, but he never thought that he would really fall in love with a woman. Without the union of love, he would feel like a stallion."

Beowulf looked deeply at the big boy in front of him, and vaguely saw a man who was careless on the surface but lonely and powerful in his heart from the boy's eyebrows.

"If he had agreed at that time, maybe he would not be the one you are now."

"So when I determined your identity from Angers, I was shocked and curious. I really wanted to know where your mother was so that Chu Tianjiao would not hesitate to break his ideas and principles, and even stop and even give birth to you."

"I saw you with my own eyes, and I got some answers."

"You don't want to tell me what he died at the hands of, it's great, worthy of being his son."

"The father has paid his debts and sons, and the same is true for hatred. Since you don't want to say it, then go to take revenge yourself, cut off the enemy's head, and then mourn him at your father's grave."

Chu Zihang stood there in a daze, the sound in his ear gradually faded away, as if he was being pulled away invisibly.

He didn't expect that this mission would actually find his father's trace.

He just nodded mechanically and thanked the old man for telling him all this.

He felt very tired and wanted to lie in bed and have a good sleep. When he fell asleep, he had nothing to do. Perhaps he could still see the man in his dream, chat with him for a few words, and say that he had finally found the proof that he had existed in the world.

"So from today on, you will be my godson. Your father was my student, but after he became a teacher, he will be my teammate. This is also the tradition of the action team, including taking you as a godson."

Beowulf said lightly, no longer asking, but an almost rude statement, leaving him with no room for rejection.

But this rough behavior touched Chu Zihang's heartstrings, and an unspeakable feeling surged into his heart.

It turns out that not only I remember that man in this world, but others are also thinking about him, treating him as a teammate, and willing to become the godfather of his children...

"As my godson, you will be recognized and supported by the Beowulf family. The Gattuso family's accusations against you are self-defeating, because even if the descendants of the Beowulf family become deadpools with out-of-control blood, it is not the other person's turn to do it. I will break your neck with my own hands."

"In addition, you will be eligible to take dragon serum to strengthen yourself, and your share is counted under my name and will represent the Beowulf family to compete for the 'Nipelungen Project' place."

A series of strange words poured into Chu Zihang's ears, and the real secret of the Secret Party opened the door to him at this moment!

"Dragon...sera?" Chu Zihang asked in surprise.

Beowulf did not answer him immediately, but raised his hand and clenched his fist. His muscles slowly bulged, and the invisible area of ​​the naked eye covered the entire room. The sound of bone explosion made Chu Zihang's expression slightly change, as if there was almost substantial pressure pushing towards him, like a wave!

The raised muscles all over his body stretched out his clothes, and the old man's already majestic body became increasingly burly.

This scene came into view, and a classic anime character flashed through Chu Zihang's mind - Popeye.

But the reason why Popeye was able to explode was because he ate spinach. What about this old man? Is the effect of the Word Spirit?

And the next moment, Beowulf's voice overturned his conjecture.

"This is not a word spirit, but the effect of dragon serum. I think you should have heard of Siegfried's story. In mythology, the hero Siegfried kills the dragon and bathes it with dragon blood to make himself invulnerable."

"This is not a legend, but a real history, but the process is somewhat modified. In history, Siegfried killed not an adult dragon, but a dragon embryo that has not yet hatched. He replenished himself with fetal blood and evolved into a high-level hybrid species."

"In ancient alchemy scriptures, the fetal blood of the dragon is called the 'Holy Grail', it is called liquid gold and a panacea, and it even has the effect of resurrection."

When the word "Holy Grail" came into Chu Zihang's ears, he was shocked.

In just a few days, these two words have appeared in his mind countless times.

Since the conversation that night, Chu Zihang has been repeatedly thinking about the "real history" that his junior brother guided them to find, trying to get more clues from it, even if it is just speculation without reason.

In the story guided by my junior brother, the Holy Grail should refer to the symbol of power and power, and it is the golden ring given to Odin by Morgan.

But now he learned another "truth" of the Holy Grail from the secret party, that is the fetal blood of the dragon.

"Are you surprised?" Beowulf suddenly asked.

Chu Zihang took a deep breath and calmed down and said, "Yes, I got speculation in the Cuiyu Record that the hybrid species might evolve into a pure-blooded dragon, but I didn't expect there was really a way to improve my bloodline."

"The hybrid species evolved into a pure-blooded dragon?" Beowulf frowned and shook his head, "Don't have this idea. If you evolved into a pure-blooded dragon, it's the day I cut off your neck."

Chu Zihang nodded silently.

"However, the hybrid species can indeed purify bloodlines, and dragon serum is an example. Blood explosion is also considered, but blood explosion is too dangerous. Once you break through the critical blood limit, you will fall into Deadpool uncontrollably. At that time, I will end your life on your behalf. I hope that before that, you can leave a bloodline for your lineage, and the Beowulf family will be responsible for raising it."

Beowulf looked at him coldly and said slowly,

"Whether it is dragon serum or blood explosion, it is far inferior to the Nibelungan plan. I hope you will compete for the quota of this plan. This is the biggest plan of the Secret Party in this century."

"What is the Nibelungen Plan?" Chu Zihang did not forget what Junior Brother Ye said when he blocked his face.

To fight against a first-generation species, he must purify his own bloodline and improve his control over the dragon text.

Long Wen's mastery is equivalent to Yan Ling's mastery, but he has no idea how to purify his bloodline.

Although the truth was deduced from the Cuiyu Record, this incomplete truth did not push him to purify his bloodline.

Beowulf said in a voice:

"This is the ultimate plan of the Secret Party to create the strongest hybrid species, designed by Flammel, which combines alchemy and biotechnology."

"Implant the alchemy matrix into the human body, use alchemy to restrain dragon blood, and then use the serum purified from the dragon blood to awaken the dragon blood in the body of the mixed-blood species, helping him maintain his self-awareness while breaking through the zero-boundary blood limit."

"If you are lucky enough to be a candidate for this program, exploding blood is no longer your obstacle. You will break through the limits of the hybrid species, and even surpass the four monarchs to become a true hybrid monarch!"

The old man was solemn and sacred like a swearing priest. Each word contained thunder, shaking the dust in the sun, and carrying a faint temptation. That was the road to the sacred gate!

Chu Zihang's lips were dry and said, "Beyond... the four monarchs?"

"This is what is written in the relevant information."

Beowulf's tone suddenly changed, with a little carelessness in his calmness.

"I have only seen this plan recently and have not verified the authenticity of the plan, but it is obvious that the Gattuso family is the promoter of the plan, and they insist on letting their heirs be candidates for the plan. Unfortunately, at the school board not long ago, their rebellious heirs rejected the proposal."

Caesar rejected the proposal?

Caesar's proud face that made people want to punch twice appeared in Chu Zihang's mind.

What is that guy doing?

"You mean, let me compete with the Gattuso on behalf of the Beowulf family?"

Chu Zihang quickly understood the old man's meaning.
To be continued...