Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 207: For Your Majesty (22)

Dragon Raja 5

Caesar for no apparent reason recalled something Pompey had said. That was when Caesar was very young, and because his mother was still alive, his relationship with his father was relatively good. That year, the Pope was touring through the Gattuso domain—the Gattuso family called that region in southern Tuscany. Because the entire economy was under their control, the first thing the regional governor did upon taking office was to visit Pompey. The elaborate formalities resembled a feudal lord visiting a king. The entire region was in an uproar. People, high and low, drove from all directions to the main thoroughfares of the city where the Pope would pass, waiting to see the saint. When the Pope’s limousine appeared at the end of the road, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. People half-knelt or even prostrated themselves before him, some weeping.

At that time, Pompey took Caesar to the top of a tower, overlooking the world. He had the right to drive alongside the Pope to receive the cheers, but Pompey regretted to the Vatican envoy that his car was so powerful and fast that he was afraid he would not be able to use his full potential behind the Pope’s slow-moving limousine. Instead, he invited the Pope to sit in the passenger seat and receive the cheers. The Vatican envoy politely declined. Pompey said, “Son, do you see that?” Humans are such foolish and pathetic creatures. They are at the top of the food chain, yet they are still full of servility, fearing and admiring those more powerful than them. If a god truly descended into this world, humanity would probably try to kill him first. If that fails, they would immediately kneel down and lick his feet.

Caesar, quite unusually, felt ashamed to be a human being.

“Hey! Captain! Hey! My brother! If you want to shoot, please shoot through my heart!” The chief engineer rushed over and hugged Rebalko tightly.

Rybalko didn’t fire; he couldn’t. The chief engineer’s crew consisted mostly of ordinary sailors, but he was Rybalko’s former colleague. It was Rybalko who had persuaded the chief engineer to join the ship; it was the kind of relationship where one could trust a child to another. He didn’t know why the chief engineer’s temperament had suddenly changed. Perhaps his brother’s death had spurred this fearless Russian, but he was still one of his few close friends.

The chief engineer slapped Rebalco’s back hard and winked at the crew members behind him.

He suddenly exerted force, and with his bear-like arms he lifted Rebalco high above his head. Rebalco’s individual combat ability was better than that of the chief engineer, but by the time he realized it, he had already been completely controlled.

The crew behind the chief engineer pulled out weapons hidden in their winter coats, from sharp kitchen knives to chains removed from machinery. The loose-fitting winter coats could conceal even large weapons. They leaped past the chief engineer and dove into Snow between the iron bars. Other sailors drew real weapons, AK-47s or Russian-made “Tornado” submachine guns, their target being Caesar.

The situation suddenly shifted, forcing Caesar to raise his hands. He had two Desert Eagles tucked into his waistband, but there were seven people aiming at him, all from the list, former members of the Alpha Special Forces. Caesar wasn’t sure he could knock out seven top-notch marksmen in an instant. He was a little anxious, eager for Percy or Finger to arrive quickly. When he got the news, he rushed out of the library without having time to tell Percy or Finger his exact location.

The saw blade scraped against the chain, making a sharp sound. It was the chain that had held the iron gate together and was now the only one left protecting the Snow.

 Snow seemed to wake up and realize the danger. She struggled desperately, but it was useless. She could destroy the snakes with her cursed roar, but she could not break free from the human restraints.

Caesar’s impatience was reaching its limit, and he was ready to give it a try. His pride would not allow him to watch the girl being strangled to death by a chain.

However, at this moment, the sound of heavy thunder came from far away, like a rain cloud surging in, and lightning shuttled through the passage, like countless electric snakes twisting in pain.

Everyone turned back in fear, and Abbas appeared in the distance, dragging his feet. However, his aura was so terrifying that people mistakenly thought that it was the “Thunder God” Indra himself who walked out of the myth.

Even when facing Hydra, Abbas’s words were not so terrifying. It was impossible for him to face Hydra and still have any strength left. It was a battle of life and death.

“Abbas, calm down!” Caesar shouted.

He was the only one present who knew why Indra had been elevated to this level. It was because of anger. Dragons were naturally prone to rage, destroying everything, even themselves, in a rage. Hybrids also inherited this trait.

Abbas, who had always been conservative and restrained, was rarely controlled by anger. At this moment, his blue-white eyes showed no emotional fluctuations, and they were between gods and demons.

If there really were gods in the world and they were angry with humans, they would be more terrifying than the devil.

The crew members all knelt down with their hands raised, trembling.

Abbas dragged himself through the crowd, his body covered in wounds from snake bites, and wrapped in gauze from face to toe, looking like a corpse resurrected from the dead.

But this does not affect his majesty at all. When you are stared at by those blue and white eyes, you will feel like you are being looked down upon by something from the sky.

Thin snake-like arcs of electricity flowed along everyone’s body, and a slight numbing sensation came from all the limbs.

Indra created a static field of tens of thousands of volts in the cabin, like the center of a thundercloud. Abbas could set the charge flowing with a single thought, instantly killing everyone except perhaps Caesar.

“Abbas, calm down!” Caesar said again, “Take Snow and leave. I’ll take care of the rest!”

Abbas was holding onto the iron fence, breathing heavily, and looked extremely weak. It was hard to imagine how this guy who had just returned from the brink of life and death could support such a terrifying territory.

He slowly turned his head and glanced at Caesar. For a moment, his expression was one of anger and confusion, like a king awakening from a dream, bewildered as to why someone dared to address him by name. But then, a sudden realization struck him. The furious Thunder Emperor, Indra, was asleep. Abbas had opened his eyes again, the blue-white light in them fading, and the arcs of electricity on the people gradually died down. Abbas nodded wearily at Caesar.

Caesar breathed a sigh of relief.

Abbas was clearly not in the right state when he appeared. Caesar couldn’t say for sure what had happened, but some hybrids, like dragons, find it difficult to break free from that state of mind once they enter a state of deep rage, fighting endlessly until their lives are consumed. Fortunately, it was Abbas, the noble, self-disciplined, and restrained Abbas. He seemed to have an aura that repelled all negativity, even anger, an emotion so indecipherable that it couldn’t taint him.     

Caesar made an “OK” gesture, pulled out his Desert Eagle and pointed it at the rioting crew members. Rebalco also stepped forward and kicked away the guns thrown on the ground. The situation was under control.