Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

No, that's not enough. Angers slid the knife and cut open his arm, blood gushing out and filling most of the magic circle.

Blood writhed like snakes, the vast white city gathered moonlight in one place, and the ancient gate was about to reappear.

The silvery-red blood writhed and gathered together, intertwining like vines to form a portal, as if a skilled craftsman had woven a door with them as threads.

"Right now!"

Angers shouted, his voice weak. The ritual had drained too much of his blood, leaving every muscle in his body aching.

Ander channeled the magic within his body, searching for the point of resonance between the two planes.

Let the vibrations of space shatter that damned door!

Under Ander's manipulation, the space around the gate trembled. The world of the dead was so close to reality at this moment, which meant that this was the most vulnerable time for Nibelungen.

"Open it for me!"

Ander frantically unleashed his magic, and with the resonance of the two dimensional spaces, the summoned door could not withstand the strain and emitted an unpleasant sound.

Click...click!

A cracking sound came from the door, and a gap about the width of a person appeared. Through the crack, Ander could see that on the other side of the door was a city in the style of ancient China.

"Nibelungen, the important one has come out."

Ander limped over, sang a nice song, and stuffed some medicine into Angers' hand to treat minor injuries, barely stopping the bleeding.

"Looks like you can't use a gun anymore."

"It's okay, I prefer using a knife anyway."

Ander carried Angers on his back, and the remaining members of the squad also took off their blindfolds. Looking at Angers' left arm covered in blood, they all showed expressions of pity.

Angers waved to them and calmly said:

"See, I told you it was dangerous."

"Foreign scholar, you..."

"The door is open, let's go in."

Angers interrupted the group's attempt to express their gratitude, applying the medicine he had brought to his arm, as his left hand had been unusable for some time.

Now, let him enter the land of the dead and see what Friedrich has encountered in this Nibelungen!

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Gap

Under the white moonlight, a silver-white gate stood on the wasteland, adding a touch of mystery to this dilapidated ruin.

"Now all we have to do is go in."

Angers clutched his arm, gazing at the gate woven from his blood, marveling at the mystery of China.

The silver-white gate was decorated with dark red patterns, formed from the blood of Antelope.

“If we were to use conventional methods, we would have to turn the entire gate red.”

Angers looked at the patterns on the door and explained.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society took out explosives from their backpacks and were trying to throw them into the Nibelungen.

"Stop fooling around, we still need to go in and take a look."

Angers stopped the group from acting rashly and, supported by Ander, walked shakily toward the door.

Angers placed his fingers on the door, feeling its unique texture, like a special kind of rubber that was both elastic and resilient.

This door wasn't summoned by that simple magic circle; it already existed here. The magic circle's function was merely to make the door visible.

Ander curiously poked at the door with his finger, and the door was pressed into a dent by Ander's strength, and Ander's finger sank deep into it.

"Have you noticed that the door has become softer?"

"Ander asked."

"It might be time to go in quickly..."

Before Angers could finish speaking, the silver door, as if made of wax, began to collapse and melt, and the silvery-white liquid spread out, turning into a pool of gleaming, viscous liquid.

"Oh dear, something seems to have happened."

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, leaving only the liquid on the ground emitting an eerie glow, and everything around became blurry.

A rustling sound began to appear around them, and eerie yellow lights drifted in the distance.

Under the dragon's powerful vision, Ander saw the true nature of those yellow lanterns: countless Dead Servants.

They mostly wore official robes embroidered with all sorts of wild beasts, and their braids were thin and small, with only a small patch of hair at the back of their heads.

"Angers, what's going on?"

The situation is very strange. The door has clearly collapsed, and the people's positions have not changed, but a large number of Dead Servants have appeared around them.

"We are probably already inside the Nibelungen."

Angers gripped his knife, staring intently at the suddenly appearing Death Servants, who moved very slowly and made no offensive moves.

"What about the dragon vein? What about Friedrich? Don't tell me they came here just for a bunch of damned corpses."

Deadpool hovered around Ender and his group, still some distance away, but they needed to figure out a way to break the deadlock as soon as possible.

As Ander recalled the previous events, he realized that he had some knowledge, or rather, talent, in the magic system that controlled time and space, since these spells made it incredibly convenient to escape.

Ander took a few deep breaths, letting his magic overflow as he sensed the situation within this space.

In Ander's perception, the structure of this space was extremely distorted, like two loaves of bread squeezed together, two different types of space being roughly mixed together.

As Ander felt the tremors brought about by this unstable space, he had already made up his mind.

"We are between the Nibelungs and the present world."

This is the border between Nibelungen and the mortal world; it belongs to the land of the dead, Nibelungen, yet it does not belong to this land of the dead.

Ander tried to touch the slowly wandering dead servants, and sure enough, Ander's hand passed right through the dead servant dressed as a Tartar military officer, as if he were just an illusion.

"See? We are not in the same space as them."

Chu Jie also stepped forward, boldly waving his arms and trying to touch the Dead Servants.

"You really went through it! Uncle De, you're amazing, how did you know?"

"talent."

Ander smiled as he explained how this space appeared to him, wanting to show off his power to these people.

But the effect wasn't very noticeable. The members of the Heaven and Earth Society tilted their heads, seemingly pondering what space was.

Angers quickly realized that they now had to find a way to leave and get to the Nibelungen.

"Then what do we do now?"

Ander spread his hands, revealing a helpless expression.

"I don't know either. This kind of thing should be the job of you, the historian of dragons."

Angers frowned. He and his group were supposed to enter Nibelungen through that door, but the door suddenly melted and collapsed.

This might mean that there was something wrong with how he entered the Nibelungen.

Angers recalled the stories of the Nibelungs and the Secret Society's years of research: the land of the dead, Avalon, Helheim from Norse mythology...

Myths about the underworld came to mind, and as a mixed-race person who had earned a PhD in history from Cambridge at a young age, he already knew these stories by heart.

Angers lowered his head in thought, when he suddenly saw the silvery-white liquid at his feet. In mythology, liquid, or rather water, has always been associated with layers: the living are above the water, and the dead are below.

"It's water, watch your step!"

The group looked down at the liquid beneath their feet. The silvery liquid had mercury-like properties and formed a circular pool at their feet.

"We need to get into the Nibelungen through this pool of water."

The explanation was concise and to the point, but utterly unconvincing.

"But we're right here on this puddle of water... or something else, aren't we?"

Ander lifted his foot, and the viscous liquid stretched into a long thread between his shoe and the ground before falling onto his trouser leg under the force of gravity.

The drop of liquid rolled on Ander's trousers before returning to the liquid on the ground, which looked quite amusing.

"Perhaps we need to get a little closer."

Chu Hao lay on the ground, as if trying to burrow into the liquid, but it was no use.

"A foreign scholar won't do."

An Ran frowned, realizing he had overlooked something.

"Do you want us to die? I don't know necromancy."

Ander muttered to himself.

This gave Angran a hint, and in an instant, Angran suddenly understood.

"Yes, it's about making us die once!"

"Are you crazy?"

Ander thought his family member had been driven mad by the current situation. If that was the case, he would have no choice but to let Anger run for president of the United States instead of Principal Kassel.

"No, do you know what sleep is called in many religions?"

"It's called Little Death."

During sleep, the body loses control, much like death. This is why many religions associate death with sleep, and believers even pray to the gods before going to sleep to protect them from death.

Recalling the sleep spell that Ander had taught him, Ang Ran unhesitatingly cast the spell on the Heaven and Earth Society members in front of him.

A fan-shaped shockwave shot out, and the four members of the Heaven and Earth Society, who were caught off guard, were immediately hit and fell unconscious on the surface of the water.

The next moment, their bodies slowly sank into the water.

"Success!"

Ander covered his face and asked:

Have you considered how to wake them up when you get there?