Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 730 Gattuso’s History, Caesar’s Powerlessness (1)

Caesar had a nightmare.

He rarely had dreams, let alone nightmares.

Gattuso's young master has no worries or troubles. Dreams are illusions that only displaced people pursue.

If anything, Caesar only has his mother to pursue in his dreams.

But this nightmare was not about his mother, but about the darkness of the entire world. He could not remember anyone, could not call out anyone's name, and could only run in the darkness.

I can vaguely feel a sense of oppression lingering around my body at all times.

I opened my eyes in that dullness, but felt that the world in front of me was more like a dream.

There was not a single plant or flower on the barren land, but skeletons were everywhere. They were not human skeletons, as Caesar had fought against such creatures before.

I have never seen any record of ruins with so many dragon corpses. The word "hundreds and thousands" is not suitable for such an occasion.

Surprised, Caesar looked up and saw that the iron-blue sky was divided into small grids by something like a spider web.

After staring for a long time, Caesar finally determined what was blocking the sky.

It's a branch, not a spider web.

The branches of a towering tree block out the sun. The sky on the left is blocked by dead branches, while the sky on the right is hidden by branches with new buds.

The sight slowly moves along the branches to the origin. The branches and leaves can still grow to be towering, and the trunk has an even more majestic power that oppresses the world.

Caesar, who had not heard any sound, suddenly had tinnitus when he saw the tree.

He was very familiar with it. This tree was recorded on the school emblem of Kassel College. It was a mythical existence, and everyone had always thought it was a legend.

But now the World Tree really stood before Caesar. It didn't look like a tree, but more like the bronze pillar he had seen before, the symbol of dragon civilization.

The trunk was half dead and half new, and a pitch-black coffin was hanging on the thick branches near the ground.

It seemed that the majesty came not from the tree, but from the coffins.

One, two... seven, seven coffins. They are independent of each other, but they have a strange connection, that's what Caesar thinks.

The essence remains the same.

After getting to know this strange place, the rest is up to you.

Caesar tried to move, but his hands and feet were tied with ropes.

He looked closer, at his feet.

At the feet are objects that are out of harmony with the environment: a red carpet, stairs, and a throne that symbolizes nobility.

Caesar was bound to this throne, looking down at the land and up at the sky.

A-level bloodline cannot break free from the bronze chains.

In addition to these, there is also a strange instrument placed next to the throne.

"You're awake, Caesar." A thunderous voice came from afar, in the direction of the tree.

A figure slowly stood up, turned around and looked at Caesar from a distance of several hundred meters.

Caesar stared at the face. Under the influence of a strange force, he sometimes felt it was right in front of him, and sometimes felt it was far away and could not be seen clearly.

That was Pompeii, in appearance, but not in aura.

"Take good care of him. It's not convenient for me to leave for the time being." The figure stood up briefly and sat down again.

Caesar was surprised and put a hand on his shoulder.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

Pompey's voice was right beside him.

When? Caesar turned around and looked, his doubts increased. He clearly saw Pompey sitting down in front of the tree, and in a flash, Pompey was beside him again.

Is it the same person, or...

"I feel very uncomfortable and I want to leave here." Caesar said in a hoarse voice.

"I can't promise you that." Pompey, who was beside Caesar, said, his tone full of unquestionableness.

Caesar's silence was powerless and bitter, as he still remembered what Pompey had said.

As the student council president of Kassel College, Caesar's worldview was crushed into dust, with no possibility of reshaping it for a while.

Dragons, hybrids, humans, these issues suddenly became mysterious, and the things here were really not something he could explain clearly.

I couldn't understand it, but the only thing I could be sure of was... my identity changed from the young master of the Gattuso family to the offspring of the Dragon King, from a mixed-race to a dragon.

It's not really a dragon, but it shouldn't be considered a hybrid either.

Maybe it's... a monster...

"Who's sitting over there?" Caesar took a deep breath and asked calmly.

"Your father."

"Then who are you?"

"Alchemical creation, messenger of God's creation."

"It's amazing, they look the same." Caesar smiled silently: "Then what am I? Whose race am I?"

"You are the offspring of God." Pompey beside him... No, the messenger was hesitant to speak.

He did not dare to speak too clearly about some truths without God's permission.

Fortunately, the permission from the gods came quickly. Pompey, who was standing under the tree, said leisurely with his back to the two of them: "Tell him. There is no need to hide it anymore."

"Okay." The dignity of the messenger was humbled to the dust before the gods.

Caesar shook his head to make room for his ears, he knew that what would follow would be another destruction of his worldview.

"You are the offspring of God, but God has no time to raise you, so he placed you in the family and you are monitored by me and another messenger." said the messenger.

"Another one?" Caesar recalled, and asked, "Frost?"

"No." The messenger thought for a while and told Caesar about Pompey in a rather obscure language.

Strictly speaking, there is only one Pompeii and only one Odin in the world.

The uniqueness of God means that God is destined to be unable to cope with all the tasks. This problem has existed for a long time, and God has been looking for a solution for a long time.

Thanks to the research of a man named Alexander Bunin a hundred years ago, the gods combined Bunin's research with alchemical technology to create messengers with some of their own powers.

Neither humans nor dragons have a way of defining this thing. The gods define it as a messenger, a crude product of alchemical technology, which relies on the alchemical matrix to maintain vital signs in the human concept and provide the power of a dragon in the hybrid concept.

Maybe it should be called a puppet.

It is a preliminary product of the combination of alchemy technology and cloning technology, and a very inferior product.

If Caesar had not been created, these two messengers would have been useless.

But Caesar was born. He was the perfect product of the combination of alchemy and cloning technology, a naturally perfect work.

"This dates back to many years ago. At that time, there was no Pompey in Gattuso. But that did not prevent God from favoring Gattuso. Gattuso has always been God's personal guard." The messenger recounted the history of Gattuso.

If the history of the Snake Eight Families is the history of the White King's seduction, then the history of Gattuso is the history of Odin's seduction.

The Eight Snake Families accepted the power of the White King, and Gattuso accepted the power of Odin.

History always repeats itself, and there is nothing new under the sun.