Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Angers is an adult; he wants it all.

With the blessing of the brass dragon's bloodline, Angers forcibly increased the intensity of Time Zero by another level.

The Deadpool's movements slowed down as it was enveloped in the Word Magic Domain.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

Angers rushed forward and grabbed Deadpool's head.

"Now it's my turn."

The dragon's immense strength, combined with the magic Ander had previously imbued in Angers, caused Angers' claws to pierce through Deadpool's skin.

Deadpool screamed in agony as the flames from Angers' hand burned him.

The skull is the hardest part of the human body, and the Deadpool's skull is comparable to the hardest metal.

But all of this was in vain in the face of Angers after his dragon transformation.

Deadpool's claws slashed wildly, leaving wound after wound on Angers' body.

But Angers continued to tighten his grip, his claws digging deep into Deadpool's brain.

*Smack!* ... *Pfft*...

Deadpool's head exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white filth turned to ashes in the flames in Angers' hands.

The battle between Deadpool and Angers lasted for quite some time, but to outsiders it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

This is a battle where no one can interfere with the speedsters.

Ander, still in his dragon form, walked to Angers' side. Although he was reluctant to admit it, it was clear that Angers had saved him once.

Angers turned around and placed his palm on Ander's scaly claws.

"……Thanks."

After holding it in for a long time, Ander finally thanked Angers.

"The rest... is up to you."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and fainted.

"Honestly, I have to clean up your mess."

Ande squeezed out his last bit of dragon breath and burned the dead servant who dared to ambush him to ashes.

Transforming into human form in a flash of light, Ender knew the battle was finally over.

After the assassin died, the other assassins jumped into the water and swam away from the passenger ship.

The deck fell silent once again.

After recovering his magic for a while, Ander used his mage's hand to throw the corpses into the sea one by one.

Looking at the blood flowing endlessly at his feet, and recalling what he had done before, Ander gritted his teeth and took out his most treasured possession.

It was a bottle of purple potion.

According to that eccentric alchemist, this potion could restore a dying person to normal.

"This medicine cost me a lot of money back then, so it's not a waste to use it on you."

Ander muttered as he splashed the medicine on Angers' body.

After cleaning up the marks on the deck, I hoisted Angers' body and sneaked back to my room.

He threw Angri's blood-soaked body onto the bed and then bandaged it up with a bandage.

Ander slumped onto the sofa, reflecting on the thrilling battle of the day.

As a bard, today's thrilling battle touched his heartstrings.

Perhaps I should sing something to commemorate today's battle?

Ander thought to himself that this was the thought.

With a rhythmic tapping of his palms on the wooden table beside him, Ander sang a boisterous boat song, accompanied by the sound of rain outside:

So it's to the Void

Now girls and boys

From Mother's hands we go

We'll be sailing to the sun

Till the voyage is done

Then we'll be sleeping the world below..."

This song was learned by Ender from a Gisyanki man years ago, and it's called "Where the Cold Returns".

Although Ander should have sung a gentler tune at this moment, he felt that this powerful boat song would better release his inner passion.

As the song ended, a voice rang out.

"Stop singing..."

Ander looked at Angers, who had just woken up, and asked with a smile.

"Does it sound good...?"

"It's so noisy..."

"Next time I'll try something more exciting."

Chapter Sixteen: The Calm Before the Storm

In the early morning, the sun shone on the sea, and the giant ship sailed smoothly on the sea, just like yesterday.

It was as if nothing had happened in the previous few days.

No one knew about the battle that night; everyone slept soundly that night.

The next day, those who woke up saw several large holes and scorch marks spreading like a spider web on the deck.

The passengers on the cruise ship were discussing it animatedly, and eventually came to the following conclusion:

The thunder last night was really loud.

The story was passed down and became increasingly bizarre, until finally an American used it as the basis for a story called:

Thor and Titanic

It's a pity that the book flopped, otherwise you would definitely be able to find its movie version on Pixiv.

After the bloodlust subsided, Angers returned to human form. Although he didn't know the reason why, he was still relieved.

The mastermind behind the attack that night has never shown his face again.

Ander thought he might have been terrified by his own heroic appearance.

But Angers knew that the group of Deadpools that had almost killed him was just a small gift from that person.

"How did you know?"

After Angers reached his conclusion, Anders asked him about it.

"Patterns, they all have very subtle patterns on their bodies."

The Secret Service had its own set of codes, and Friedrich, who was sent to China, happened to be skilled in using codes.

Thanks to the superior memory of mixed-race individuals, Friedrich was able to remember tens of thousands of different patterns and their meanings.

These codes were used to convey important messages.

Each time he sent a secret letter, Angers would have to flip through a thick dictionary and, together with his friend Cassel, translate the meaning of the letter amidst a jumble of characters that looked like gibberish.

During the battle, Angers saw the pattern, which was only the size of a fingernail, through the light of lightning.

It was a circle with an X in the middle and a horizontal line drawn below the circle.

Angers recognized that symbol

The symbol means

"Gift"

Angers knew that these Deadpools were just small gifts from the person behind the scenes, and that many more gifts awaited him once he arrived in China.

But Ander held a different view.

"It sounds like this mastermind isn't very bright and doesn't understand the essence of eliminating the root of the problem."

"How to say?"

Angers asked

Ander loosened the buttons on his collar and explained:

"Instead of trying to kill us, you're sending your men to their deaths in droves, weakening your own forces. Isn't that just plain stupid?"

"He is a gentleman."

Angers made a joke.

"I never knew you could make fun of yourself."

Angers is from England, and his daily demeanor and attire resemble those of a composed gentleman.

"This is Ying-style humor."

"These two words should not be used together."

Ander told Yingguo jokes with the fluency of a Gaul, perhaps because he had received specialized training in Germany.

Angers was reluctant to talk about his sense of humor as a native of England, and he subtly changed the subject.

"We're about to dock."

Ander was a little confused. What was wrong with getting ashore?

"Your current identity is that of a Qing Dynasty citizen..."

"so what?"