Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 345: For Your Majesty (160)

Dragon Raja 5

Lu Mingfei also realized this. Even children who have never had contact with the outside world still have the basic human emotion of fear in their nature. And these children can even overcome their fear. They were not taught to be like this, but rather they have undergone some kind of cruel “training”.

“Foolish!” Little Bunin raised his hands like an orator. “Isn’t a knight’s loyalty to his monarch about controlling his subjects to pay tribute to the king? Isn’t it about controlling believers to flock to the church like sheep? Isn’t it about controlling those who are not controlled? What happens to them? They are taken to the execution ground and executed by the guillotine in front of countless people. Control is a great art. We are facing a powerful enemy, and we need the greatest loyalty.”

“A powerful enemy?” Christina asked.

“You can’t imagine how many people in the world covet you. The path of evolution has been proven in your case. They will come to capture you, kill you, turn you into a prisoner, or even a specimen. I am their servant, but I cannot do such a thing to my own daughter,” said Little Bunin. onward, you are one of the supreme beings in the dark world. You deserve your family and your army. Grasp the power bestowed upon you by your bloodline, and you will be able to attend the final feast.”

“A feast to divide up the world?” Lu Mingfei asked loudly.

“Yes.” Little Bunin looked at Lu Mingfei from afar and nodded with a smile.

He no longer wanted to hide it; this despicable agent finally saw hope of becoming the ruler, because his abandoned daughter had evolved into the Supreme One overnight.

This encouraging rhetoric was almost certain to attract Christina, and she won the dragon’s heart, a heart forever beating with the drums of war, a race that carved power and even violence.

Christina stared into the child’s eyes, and no one knew what that gaze meant—was it admiring a life, or savoring a dish?

“Grant him grace, Christina, and you will witness his rebirth,” Bunin whispered.

“Open your mouth,” Christina said coldly.

The boy obediently opened his mouth, and the wing bone flashed again, extending into the child’s mouth before withdrawing with a trail of blood.

Christina threw the boy to the ground. He coughed up blood in agony, yet his face remained wreathed in smiles. His tongue had been sliced ​​​​in two by claws, like a snake’s mark.

A claw-like blade sliced ​​open Christina’s finger, and a drop of blood welled up from her pale fingertip, bright as coral and with a slight metallic sheen.

The boy knelt down, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth. Christina dripped blood into his mouth.
One moment the child had a happy smile on his face, but the next his face changed, veins bulged on his neck, and black capillaries appeared on his face.

He looked extremely pained, rolling on the ground in agony, clutching his throat as if sulfuric acid had been dripped into his mouth.

He had been trained to be unresponsive to fear and pain, yet he was instantly overwhelmed. The other children watched in silence, no one cried out, and no one tried to help him. It was less a rebirth and more a funeral; Lu Mingfei felt as if he were witnessing a ghost writhing in a cauldron of hellish oil.

“Isn’t the Golden Elixir non-toxic?” he asked.

“It’s something that’s just a legend; nobody’s really researched it. The database says it’s non-toxic, so I just followed the instructions,” Finger said. “This technology is probably still in its very early stages, and accidents could easily happen.”

The boy agonized for several minutes, then suddenly struggled to his feet and leaped off the pier without hesitation. Moments later, they heard a dull thud. Little Bunin rushed to the pier; the boy lay silently on the concrete, a pool of blood spreading beneath him.

He probably couldn’t bear the pain of evolution, so he decided to end his own life. The black snake, attracted by the scent of blood, slowly swam over, licking the blood and making low, gurgling noises.

Little Bunin’s face was ashen as he pointed to the second child in the crowd, a petite girl with glossy chestnut hair and a round face. She flinched for a moment, but under Little Bunin’s stern gaze, she gripped the bouquet tightly and walked toward Christina.

Little Bunin pulled a dagger from his waistband and threw it in front of the girl. She knelt down, picked up the dagger, and cut open her own tongue. Blood gushed from her mouth like a spring. She looked up and smiled as she waited for Christina’s favor.

“You fucking Alexander Bunin! You fucking lunatic! If you’ve got the guts, cut your tongue off and drink your daughter’s blood! Are you a coward or a villain? You fucking ghoul!” Lu Mingfei was furious and cursed.

He didn’t understand these people’s logic. They cared about nothing but that damned bloodline. In fact, it wasn’t just Bunin; the children were the same. They accepted the rules of that so-called dark side of the world, willing to die for even the slightest chance of evolution.

Because by evolving, they would gain power and dignity. Only by evolving could they cease to be food and become predators. There was no middle ground, no peaceful existence. In that world, power meant everything.

No one paid him any attention; everyone was focused on the new baptism. Blood dripped into the girl’s mouth, and she writhed and groaned in agony. Arteries throughout her body burst, and she died. Her evolution was only half complete; her wildly growing bones burst through her muscles and skin.

Little Bunin had calmed down. He realized that the evolution under the baptism of the “Golden Elixir” was not absolutely safe, but the evolution was really happening in front of him, which was an opportunity. He guided the children one by one to receive Christina’s baptism.

No one refused. Fear numbed the children, and they went one after another, like moths to a flame, each as determined as a Boy Scout.

“They’ve gone mad! They’ve all gone mad!” Lu Mingfei muttered.

The children, or rather, the experimental subjects, were quickly more than half gone. When the next child knelt before Christina, she withdrew the finger that symbolized hope.

“They can’t handle my bloodline, Alexander Bunin, you’ve failed,” Christina said coldly. “This farce should end.”

Those golden compound eyes stared intently at Little Bunin, the murderous intent that had subsided stirring once more.

“No, no! Christina! Wait! The baptism isn’t over yet! Believe me! Believe me!” Little Bunin shouted. Even he felt fear, for he was facing a near-purebred dragon, and this was a game played with a cold-blooded king. When the king found the game uninteresting, the arena would be cleared away, and those who had played with her would also be eliminated. No one would survive; only then could she possibly escape the pursuit of the mastermind behind it all.

Christina didn’t answer. She calmly swam towards Little Bunin, who retreated step by step. The evolved Christina was long and slender; even with her tail coiled on the ground, she was far taller than Little Bunin. He trembled as he looked up at Christina, then suddenly knelt down and roared, “No! No! I won’t fail! I won’t fail!”

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