Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The fact that Angers didn't die is nothing to be afraid of; there are always exceptions to any plan. But the fact that he was completely unharmed under such an attack speaks volumes.

So he commanded Deadpool to attack the cargo ship where Ender and Angers were. Although they didn't kill Angers, they had an unexpected gain.

"It turns out that he, like me, recognized the greatness of the dragon and betrayed the Lionheart Society."

Upon discovering that Angers was accompanied by a dragon, Friedrich abandoned his plan to continue the attack and instead began to guide Ander and his companions to this location, all in order to meet Ander.

"I've told you enough of the story. What do you want to see me for?"

Ander stood before the pagoda, which was built with a human figure in mind, and Ander's enormous dragon body could not enter.

Friedrich changed the subject, bowed deeply, and said in an almost pleading tone:

"Please bear with me for now, you'll understand once you get here..."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Take My Hammer!

Ander's enormous body rapidly shrank, transforming back into human form in a burst of light.

This nine-story wooden pagoda looks so out of place in this place, surrounded by empty stone slab ground, with only this ancient Eastern-style building standing alone.

The tower is made of wood and has nine stories. It uses the mortise and tenon structure commonly used in ancient times, and the beautiful eaves are created by the interaction of the wooden interlocking joints.

Ander stepped over the high threshold and entered the tower. The interior space was not large. On the stone floor, there was a small fountain, in which some kind of black substance was churning.

Friedrich walked over and gently touched the gushing spring water with his hand. The black substance stuck to his hand and dripped onto the ground, forming droplets on the smooth stone surface before flowing back into the fountain.

Countless bronze chains hung from the ceiling, each chain ending in a barb that gleamed coldly. Ander felt like a fish in a pond, facing the hooks of countless anglers.

"This is the dragon vein, a legendary miracle that can protect a nation."

Friedrich stuck out his forked tongue, like a snake, and licked the sticky substance off his fingers with abandon, as if the disgusting black slime were some kind of nectar.

Looking at the small pool of black slime, Ander never imagined that the dragon vein that the Heaven and Earth Society longed for was such a small fountain.

"This small pool of dragon veins was extracted from the blood of tens of thousands of hybrids."

Friedrich licked the sticky residue off his fingers and said to Ander

Ander looked at his ugly appearance and asked:

"Did this thing cause you to look like this?"

Friedrich grinned, as if trying to force a smile. He didn't answer Ander's question, but instead continued speaking to himself.

"Do you know how they created so many Deadpools?"

"If you feed an ordinary person just one drop of this dragon vein, he can become a Deadpool."

"How glorious! These lowly creatures actually have such an opportunity."

Friedrich spoke casually, as if he considered it an honor for a person to become a walking corpse, a Deadpool.

“Those lowly creatures lack strong will, but I have absorbed hundreds of times the dose of dragon vein and still remain sane.”

Friedrich straightened up and showed Ander his current state: sharp claws, pitted and scaly skin, deformed horns on his head that looked like they were not fully developed, and tattered fleshy wings behind him.

His once thick, golden hair had completely fallen out, revealing his scalp and overgrown dragon horns. His face, covered in tumors and dragon scales, had transformed Friedrich, once a handsome young German, into a hideous monster.

“Did you know, Mr. Ander… the alchemical array of the Dragon Vein was once an execution ground used by the ancient dragon race to kill their kin. They imprisoned those guilty kin and extracted their blood to refine new pills for recycling.”

"A single drop of dragon vein... a single drop of dragon vein caused my Word of Power to evolve..."

"And now, with the help of these dragon veins, I am no less than a real dragon!"

Friedrich roared, and the wooden tower's doors slammed shut in an instant, plunging the tower into darkness.

Friedrich's figure vanished from Ander's sight, turning into a black shadow. His Word of Power had evolved into Netherworld Illumination, and the distorted light made his figure undetectable.

I hate these stealthy wanderers the most; after all, no mage or warlock wants a dagger suddenly appear behind their back.

"Is this what you wanted? To kill me and then devour me. Aren't you submitting to the dragons?"

Ander stood calmly in place, knowing that he could not act rashly in this situation.

The sound came from all directions, and Friedrich's voice sounded like two pieces of hard metal colliding, producing an unpleasant friction sound.

"Betraying their master and devouring their own kind is the very nature of dragons."

The Black King was betrayed by his four subordinate monarchs and was killed in a war against the traitors, and has been sleeping ever since.

The dragons once enslaved the hybrids, but were ultimately betrayed by them.

Friedrich was right. The blood ties of dragons are not unbreakable. Only power can stop dragons from devouring their own kind.

Only by devouring each other can we become stronger.

In Friedrich's view, Ender was merely a fifth or sixth generation of the race with diluted blood, because in the battle on the cruise ship, Ender used only physical strength and displayed only one magical spell, Fire Wall.

Therefore, Frisedrich believed that Ander was just an ordinary dragon with weak Word of Power, and that it would not be difficult for him to defeat Ander by using the alchemical array in the pagoda and his own elusive Word of Power.

If you can defeat him, you can truly evolve into a noble dragon.

If Andre knew what he was thinking, he would probably laugh at Friedrich's narrow-mindedness. It's just that he doesn't use the Evocation spell much. Who says that warlocks have to use ranged attacks? Can't I just like melee combat?

I'm shivering and cold; when will I be able to stand up again in close combat?

However, Ander paid no attention to any of this at the moment. He stood there motionless, his mind set on the principle of "if the enemy doesn't move, I don't move; if the enemy moves, I move erratically." Ander knew that Friedrich was a wanderer capable of stealth, and he, a spellcaster, could not possibly outrun him.

The brute strength of an ox, the endurance of a bear, the keen insight of an owl, the cunning of a fox, the power of immense strength, the art of stone skin...

Ender's figure quietly grew larger, and a dragon-born being with a dragon's head and a human body, about two meters tall, appeared. This form did not have the wings of a dragon, but it was stronger.

Once I've applied the buff, you're dead.

On the stone floor, as Friedrich vanished in a puff of black smoke, a red alchemical array gradually unfolded.

The bronze chains hanging from the ceiling seemed to come alive, howling as they rushed toward Ander.

"Mr. Ander, do you know the name of this tower? It's called the Demon-Locking Tower."

Friedrich's voice came again, this time even more indistinct, like the writhing of flesh.

“Those chains were made specifically for creatures like you.”

"Demon-Sealing Tower? Copyright warning for Legend of Sword and Fairy."

Ander spoke in incomprehensible words, but his hands moved quickly, his staff tracing an arc to deflect the oncoming chains.

Do you know how a spellcaster should allocate skill points?

Ander asked, but Friedrich did not answer.

"Flash!"

A flash of light illuminated the dark room in an instant.

Even though Friedrich's body had mutated, he still needed to use his eyes to investigate, and the intense light caused him to let out a painful scream.

Ander, who had been waiting for this moment, raised the staff he had obtained from the Lu family and hurled it at the blurry figure.

Eat my hammer!

Chapter Thirty-Nine: I was given a chance, but you didn't use it.

With a tremendous whoosh, the alchemical weapon passed down through the Lu family struck Friedrich with unstoppable force.

Today I'll show you the power of melee combat!

This warhammer, which had been gathering dust in the Lu family's warehouse for a long time, seemed to sense the intensity of the battle. Red patterns appeared on the hammerhead, an explosion rang out, and a cone-shaped flame appeared out of thin air on the hammerhead, propelling it like a rocket and smashing it fiercely towards Friedrich.

It has to be said that this rocket hammer is right up Ander's alley. An excited smile appeared on his face as he looked forward to the sound of bones cracking.

The hammer slammed down on the twisted figure, producing a loud metallic clang. Ander felt as if his hammer had struck a solid piece of steel, not as devastating as he had imagined.

Friedrich let out a painful roar. Ander's blow had just hit his shoulder, which was now caved in. Black blood dripped from his fingers onto the ground, corroding the surface and creating dents.

"Next time I'll aim a little higher."

The chains on the ceiling coalesced into a long dragon once more, launching another attack on Ander.

Ander had to temporarily set aside Friedrich and focus on dealing with these annoying chains.

A burst of fiery dragon breath scorched the bronze chains, causing them to glow red, but it did not stop their attack. As Ander dodged the chains, he pondered how to deal with these annoying things.

Taking advantage of this moment, Friedrich once again concealed himself, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing without a trace.

They couldn't wait any longer. If Angers were here, he might be able to break the alchemical array, but for Ander, he would probably prefer to flip the table.

He was wielding magical power. Since there was no way to break the alchemical array, I decided to destroy the entire array.

Earthquake Technique!

This sixth-circle alteration spell can create mountains and change the terrain on the ground, and now, accompanied by a strong tremor, the foundation of this ancient wooden tower began to shake, and the bottom of the tower became pitted and uneven.

Instead of altering the terrain, Ander chose to destroy the tower's foundation as much as possible, thus maximizing the damage to the tower's structure.

If I can't beat you inside your tower, can't I at least destroy it?

Perhaps no one considered the possibility of damaging the foundation when the tower was first built. This ancient wooden tower was more fragile than Ander had imagined. With the effect of the earthquake spell, the tower shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"What did you do!"

Friedrich suddenly appeared from behind Ander, brandishing a bronze chain, and lunged at Ander.

Without turning his head, Ander dodged the chains and fired a pre-prepared Mayov acid arrow into Friedrich's chest.

"Want to learn? Even if you do, I won't teach you."

Mayof's acid arrows were less powerful than expected; they only produced a puff of white smoke when they hit the monster, and Friedrich's scales seemed to have excellent anti-corrosion properties.

The impact still left Friedrich wide open in the chest, and Ander raised his hand and swung the end of the warhammer hard against Friedrich's abdomen, trying to push him away.

Ignoring the fact that Ander's weapon was pressed against his vulnerable abdomen, Friedrich charged forward, the tail of the warhammer piercing deep into his body due to Friedrich's force.

"I'll eat you! I'll kill...you!"

With an inhuman roar, Friedrich's indistinct words sounded incredibly intimidating.

He opened his mouth, revealing three rows of teeth like upright daggers, gleaming coldly inside, and bit down towards Ander's neck.

"Damn it! You're crazy."

Ander's weapon was locked in place by Friedrich's body. As Friedrich's gaping maw drew ever closer, Ander simply abandoned his warhammer and unleashed a first-circle Evocation spell, Field Wave, from his hand. The powerful force sent Friedrich flying.