Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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However, Anselm Valencia disagreed with his uncle's idea at all.

He had personally experienced Cao Han's terrifying strength up close; the astonishing feat of stopping a five-ton snowmobile with his bare hands was not to be taken lightly.

"Uncle, I'm not joking! Hand them over as soon as possible. With my connections at the school, I can still protect you, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? I'd love to know too."

Just then, the castle gates slammed open with a deafening roar, as if a battering ram had been violently driven open, followed by a mocking voice in the ears of the two people in the hall.

Take a closer look.

Following the howling blizzard into the room were two figures, a man and a woman, whom Anselm Valencia would definitely recognize.

Keep in mind that they were in the same car just over half an hour ago.

The defenses of Noster Manor were certainly not to be underestimated, but in the face of Cao Han's absolute power, they were nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs. They practically swept through the crowd, knocking down everyone in their path, but they still couldn't stop the two of them from advancing.

As the saying goes, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

After becoming suspicious of Anselm Valencia's identity and stance, Cao Han decided on his way back not to alert him, but to follow the clues given by the old black man and go ahead to the location of Noster Manor, intending to act first and inform him later.

Unexpectedly, just as they entered the manor's castle hall, they heard Anselm Valencia's rough, loud voice.

Anselm Valencia's hand holding the cigar froze in mid-air.

“Cao Han, Lucy Pallas, let me explain.”

It's good to take shelter under a big tree. If possible, Anselm Valencia didn't want to give up his position in the executive department of Kassel College. Salary and wages weren't the main issue; the most important thing was to use the big tree to promote his business.

Especially in the world of mixed races, the "Secret Party" carries a real and tangible deterrent force.

Cao Han didn't speak, but gave the other person a look that said, "I'm listening, just say it."

Anselm Valencia was well aware of his precarious situation and quickly stood up to explain, "This is my uncle, Kruba Noster, and my mother is also from the Noster family."

There's no point in hiding it now.

"The Noster family is truly impressive. I wonder how they compare to the families on the Board of Directors?" Cao Han smiled knowingly. "Strangely, I didn't find any useful information about the Noster family in the materials Norma provided. They've kept it quite well hidden."

“I admit that I withheld some information related to the Noster family.”

Anselm Valencia readily admitted.

Now that things have come to this point, everyone understands the situation. Stubbornly sticking to your guns will only make you look bad. It's better to be honest; you might even make a good impression.

Upon hearing this, Lucy Pallas raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Anselm Valencia, do you know what you're doing?"

“I know, but I have reasons for having to do it.”

"Oh? What reason? I want to hear it, and I also want to know what happened earlier, or what else. By the way, if this doesn't satisfy me, believe me, no one will leave this manor alive today, I said it!"

"Kid, you're barely grown up yet, but you're already talking big."

At this moment, Croba Noster, who had been silent until now, finally couldn't help but sneer. How could he endure being trampled on like this?

No matter what, he is the current head of the Noster family.

boom! ! !

It was like some kind of airburst that exploded in an instant, yet it was also as if nothing had happened.

Just as he stood up, intending to teach Kruba Noster a lesson, he felt an astonishing aura pressing down on him. He couldn't even muster the will to resist before his knees buckled and he collapsed back onto the sofa, his face filled with fear.

"What terrifying power that must be!"

"It's already almost to the point of having a tangible impact on reality!"

Just like the Conqueror's Haki in the famous manga "The Thief King," the aura emitted by a hybrid when igniting their golden eyes is like the initial stage of newly awakened Conqueror's Haki, which cannot be well controlled yet.

Cao Han's aura had reached the intermediate stage, and he was able to control it well.

If we take another step forward, it might actually have a real-world impact, resulting in an astonishing effect similar to "divine evasion" attacks.

Kruba Noster was now filled with regret, showing none of the disdain he had displayed in front of his nephew Anselm Valencia.

Now, he can't even move a finger, which means that the power of life and death is completely in the hands of the other party.

The noble Noster family?

In the face of absolute power... utter nonsense!

Under Cao Han's deliberate control, Anselm Valencia was not affected by the aura, but under those captivating golden eyes, he still swallowed nervously and stammered:

Have you ever heard of the Doomsday Movement?

"Never heard of it." x2

Cao Han and Lucy Pallas spoke in unison.

The name "Doomsday Faction" doesn't sound like anything good; it gives off the vibe of some kind of cult.

It's safe to say that very few members of the Secret Service still know about this.

Only the old guard of the secret society know a little more about it, but they know very little about the specific inside story and details.

This is considered a major event in the history of the Peruvian Party a century ago—the split of the party.

A century ago, the mixed-race members of the Secret Party had a disagreement due to differing ideologies. Neither side could convince the other, leading to a further split. Some of the mixed-race members believed that the Secret Party's actions could not stop the revival of the dragon race, so they chose to leave the Secret Party. These members of the Secret Party also called themselves the Doomsday Faction.

"The Doomsday Faction is just a self-proclaimed term; in fact, we are also part of the Secret Society, at least we used to be!"

Having come this far, Anselm Valencia had no intention of continuing to hide the truth, and he even had his own ulterior motives.

He disagreed with the doomsday prophecy, but he didn't want to become cannon fodder in the current Secret Party's dragon-slaying campaign; he just wanted to be a weathervane swaying in the wind.

To put it bluntly, he didn't want to offend either side. Otherwise, he wouldn't have helped the Noster family, who belonged to the peripheral forces of the Doomsday Faction, to conceal information and intelligence on the one hand, and joined Kassel College to work for them on the other. He was essentially betting on both sides.

"The Doomsday Faction is part of the Secret Party? I've never heard of that."

After hesitating for only a few seconds, Cao Han felt relieved.

Before he transmigrated, Jiangnan Laozei hadn't even finished writing the original novel. It seems that the world of the Dragon Clan has far more secrets hidden than he imagined.

Anything can happen in thousands of years of dragon-slaying history.

Even the subordinate contracts from fantasy novels have appeared, so he's no longer surprised by anything else that comes along.

What puzzled Cao Han was... "What does this have to do with your Doomsday Faction?"

"My father was a member of the Secret Party, while my mother, from the Noster family, was a force that facilitated external communications for the Doomsday Party in Siberia."

"Novsky and the others will not be in mortal danger. The Doomsday Faction will not harm members of the Secret Society; I can assure you of that!"

The more Cao Han listened, the more confused he became. It sounded like the flood had washed away the Dragon King's temple.

The people who attacked Novsky and his group were actually from the "Doomsday Faction," a faction that had split off from the Secret Society.

It seems the waters in Siberia are much deeper than they appear!

It would be fine if it were anyone else, but Novsky, that bear senior, was still a member of his guild, and Cao Han was unwilling to give up on him no matter what.

“I’ll assume what you’re saying is true!” Cao Han paused briefly, then asked seriously, “Anselm Valencia, if you know all this, why didn’t you report it to the school?”

Do you really think of him as a naive young man?

Do you think you can fool yourself with just a few words of explanation?

Regardless of the circumstances, Anselm Valencia cannot shirk the responsibility for "failing to report what he knew."

"Because...because...because..."

Anselm Valencia struggled for a long time without being able to come up with a clear answer, his face filled with a conflicted and hesitant expression.

It seems there was another reason that forced him to do this.

"Why? Tell me! Even now, you don't still think this matter can be resolved peacefully, do you?"

Cao Han's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Indeed, as he said, if Anselm Valencia couldn't even get through this current hurdle, he shouldn't even think about the future.

The Secret Service is known for treating friends with the warmth of a spring breeze, but as cruel as a winter's chill to their enemies!

"Because even if I say it, it won't make a difference!"

"why?"

"Because all the members of the Doomsday Faction are inside a man-made giant Nibelungen, without the 'key,' neither I, nor you, nor anyone else can enter it. That's why I said that even if we report it, it won't make a difference."

Anselm Valencia has now gone all out, revealing the Doomsday Faction's biggest secret: the artificial Nibelungen.

After finishing speaking, he slumped onto the sofa like a deflated balloon, and could still see his uncle, Kruba Noster, with eyes full of resentment.

At this point, Kruba Noster was also in dire straits, barely able to save himself, so what right did he have to criticize Anselm Valencia's betrayal?

Nibelungen...

Hearing this term, Cao Han couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

This is a kind of unreasonable thing characteristic of the dragon race. No matter how strong you are, it's useless. Without a key or an invitation from the master of Nibelungen, you just can't get in.

Things are getting tricky.

Fortunately, this kind of problem shouldn't be a headache for Cao Han alone; he has the entire Kassel College as his backing.

Besides, the Doomsday Faction also came from the Secret Society. Since we're all in the same boat, this matter doesn't necessarily have to escalate to the point of armed conflict.

"Senior, please contact Professor Schneider and report the situation here to him. I'll also contact Principal Angers to see how to handle this matter next," Cao Han ordered without much thought.

All I can say is that those "doomsday prophets" are like tortoises.

Unable to confront the dragons, he chose to build himself a tortoise shell and hide everyone inside.

Is this an attempt to outlive all the pure-blooded dragons?

I never imagined that one day the King of the Earth and the Mountains would appear as "Hela," who holds all the power, and open your turtle shell to trap you like a turtle in a jar.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

A hearty laugh, belonging to Principal Angers, quickly came from the other end of the phone: "Cao Han, weren't you off on a rescue mission in Siberia? How come you have time to call this old man adrift at sea?"

"Principal, do you know about the Doomsday Faction?"

"Doomsday faction".

These three simple words caused Hilbert Jean Angers to fall into a rare state of deep thought.

Chapter 159: With a mortal body, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with gods!