Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

As the battle progressed, Friedrich's mutation seemed to worsen, and even after being pierced in the abdomen by Ander's warhammer, he did not stop his madness.

The tower continued to shake. Friedrich stumbled to his feet, forcefully pulling the warhammer out of his abdomen. He now stood beside the dragon vein, seemingly drawn to it, staring intently at the pool of black slime, his eyes filled with a morbid longing.

"We need more..."

Seeing that he seemed to want to absorb the power of the dragon vein again, Ander was not about to give him that opportunity. The most powerful offensive magic he could use at the moment, the sixth-circle transmutation spell: Disintegrate, was ready.

Goodbye, Friedrich...

The tower shook more and more violently. The alchemical array on the ground had already been destroyed earlier, and the bronze chains that had been frantically attacking Ander had long since quieted down and stopped moving.

Gravel and pieces of wood continued to fall. The green light emanating from Ander's hand struck Friedrich, whose body was rapidly dissolving. His deformed scales, dragon horns, and tattered dragon wings were utterly vulnerable to the disintegration spell.

The tower, whose foundation had been damaged by Ander, creaked loudly. The ancient wooden tower could no longer hold on. Ander picked up the warhammer from the ground with his mage's hand and ran quickly toward the door.

With a deafening roar, the ancient wooden tower collapsed completely, sending up a cloud of dust that enveloped Ander in smoke.

Is it finally over...?

Beneath the thick dust and the ornately decorated wooden blocks, something far more terrifying was being conceived. The tremors of the ground had not ceased; instead, they intensified.

A disgusting, nauseating lump of flesh emerged from the ruined wooden tower, its body clad in countless bronze chains and spears, and some human organs could still be vaguely discerned on its writhing form.

A hideous face grew on top of the fleshy mass, surrounded by countless eyes. It was Friedrich. The disintegration spell had not killed him; instead, it had caused him to merge with more dragon veins, transforming him into this monster.

The lump of flesh moved, emitting painful screams, and swung the chains embedded in its body at Ander.

Ander seemed to sense something; he stood there motionless, a strange smile on his face.

"I'll give you a chance to kill me."

Ander neither dodged nor flinched, uttering words of unparalleled arrogance.

The chains lashed out at Ander with a whooshing sound, and the next second, Ander vanished, while the monster that Friedrich had transformed into let out a painful howl.

A figure appeared on the battlefield. It was Jeremiah, who had been killed by Friedrich by being pierced through the chest. He had miraculously come back to life, saved Ander, and launched an attack on Friedrich.

Ander looked at Friedrich, whose body had been slashed by Angers in the Time Spirit, and sneered:

"I gave you a chance, but you failed!"

Chapter Forty: The Ugly Villain is Definitely Dead

The appearance of Friedrich earlier was not an illusion fabricated by Ander; in fact, it was a plan against Friedrich from the very beginning.

In Friedrich's view, the only one in the team who could pose a threat to him was Angers, who was the fastest, so he ruthlessly eliminated Angers first before negotiating with Ander.

He knew that Ander was not an ordinary human, but a dragon, and as dragons, they would not care about the life or death of humans.

With his men dead, Ander no longer needed to conceal his identity. The most likely outcome was that he would eliminate the four troublesome members of the Heaven and Earth Society and then accept Friedrich's submission as his personal servant.

I am a dragon in this world, so such behavior is entirely possible for me.

But what he didn't expect was that Ander wasn't a dragon in this world, and his way of thinking was quite different from those pseudo-dragons.

When Ander saw Friedrich launch a sneak attack on Angers and heard Friedrich reveal his identity, he immediately realized that Friedrich's target was definitely him.

But at this moment, Friedrich was in the shadows while he was in the open, and the initiative was not in his own hands. The only right choice was to find a way to regain the initiative.

Ander knew that Angers was not dead. As Angers' nominal master, Ander could sense that Angers' life had not yet ended.

As a speedster, how could he be so easily ambushed by Friedrich? If he could just slow down time slightly with Time Zero, Angers would have enough time to react and dodge Friedrich's attack.

Ander and Angers were of one mind. Ander was responsible for leaving behind the four burdens of the Heaven and Earth Society, and by the way, he used his singing to heal Angers' serious injuries and restore his body to its best condition.

Afterwards, Ander was responsible for getting Friedrich to talk, while Angers rescued four members of the Heaven and Earth Society after they left. They continued on their way and finally arrived at the collapsed Demon Locking Tower.

"They came too slowly; I was almost done with it."

Andre's Warhammer revealed a bright smile. This was the right story: an ugly monster and a group of handsome adventurers. It was a story worthy of celebration.

"You buried them too deep."

Angers complained that Ander had previously used a sedative breath to knock out several people, and then used fossils to create a cave, seemingly to bury the four alive, but in reality, he had used magic to cover the cave with a stone slab.

After Angers regained consciousness, he dragged his injured body and smashed the ground open, rescuing several members of the Heaven and Earth Society.

"Okay, I'll be more careful next time."

The two chatted casually, completely ignoring the wriggling piece of meat beside them.

Friedrich's face contorted on the piece of meat, as if he had seen some incredible creation.

Why...why...when I clearly...torn apart.

The chunk of meat uttered indistinct words, accompanied by some kind of wriggling syllables that sounded nauseating.

"You stabbed me in the heart, didn't you?"

Looking up at that terrified face, I felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

"Want to know? I won't tell you?"

Angers was indeed injured by Friedrich, but he used a Word of Power at the last moment to avoid a fatal blow.

Perhaps because Friedrich was too excited, he didn't even check Angers' body, but was instead distracted by the first-circle spell, Concealment, that Angers used.

The false illusion covered up Angers' original wound, creating the illusion that Angers' heart had been pierced.

Ange's body disappeared and then suddenly reappeared. One of the eyeballs on the huge chunk of flesh suddenly burst open, oozing red and white liquid.

Now is the time for revenge.

Ander is now content to play the support role, providing Angers with various buffs so he can focus on his revenge, as they had agreed beforehand.

The monster screamed as the chains piercing its body were pulled by its muscles, and it lashed out at Anders and Angers.

“You’ve gone astray, Angers.”

Ander fended off the incoming chains, creating opportunities for Angers, the assassin, to deal damage, while also keeping his mouth shut, constantly mocking Friedrich's ugly face.

"Who do you think I learned this from?"

A vengeful smile spread across Angers' face as he prepared to slice the traitor's flesh piece by piece with Meneque Carracell's dagger.

The good news is that this traitor now has plenty of flesh on him.

The wounds on the fleshy body continued to increase, and its resistance grew stronger. The chains howled as they rushed towards Ander, but Ander intercepted them one by one.

Do you know where you went wrong?

"Villain's Rule #1: Never become an ugly monster, or you're doomed."

Ander mocked loudly, regardless of whether Friedrich could understand him.

After all, Friedrich looked like a monster straight out of a game like Bloodborne, with huge chunks of flesh covered in bronze chains, reminding Ender of the brain hanging from a tower in Bloodborne.

Do you even know what it means to prioritize looks?

In a story, the villain's appearance determines whether he can survive the battle. If the villain is handsome, he is unlikely to be killed and may even join the protagonist's group as a partner.

But if a villain looks like Friedrich, a giant lump of flesh, then its best fate is to be blown into a pile of mud.

It's worth noting that even a handsome and powerful villain like Aizen from Bleach, when transformed into a hideous monster, could still be killed by Ichigo's Getsuga Tenshou.

Angers, stepping on the tentacles Friedrich had struck, leaped above the ugly face and stabbed downwards fiercely.

The monster emitted a chilling roar, raising all its tentacles upwards and waving them frantically, causing the bronze chains to lash against the surrounding ruins.

Time to end.

The folding knife, made from fragments of Menek Cassel's battle sword, pierced deeply into Friedrich's body. The poison, capable of killing the dragon king, had already spread through his hideous flesh.

Ander had no interest in interfering with Angers' revenge; in fact, the outcome of the battle was already decided when Friedrich relinquished his greatest advantage.

The dragon veins extracted from the blood of the mixed-race people of China gave Friedrich immense power, but also destroyed his sanity. When this man was no different from a beast, his proud conspiracy became meaningless.

Friedrich's resistance grew weaker and weaker. Angers hung a knife on his body, completely ignoring the tentacles and chains that lashed out at him. Now, his revenge was finally partly complete.

Angers was neither excited nor went mad, but surprisingly calm, because his revenge would not stop there.

Ander smashed a tentacle that was attacking him into a bloody pulp with a powerful hammer blow. Looking around, he saw that the beautiful wooden tower had long since become a pile of ruins.

And Friedrich, that pathetic traitor, lay lifeless in the ruins, reduced to a lump of flesh, never to move again.

Chapter 41 Waiting for the Dragon Clan

The ruins of an oriental-style building, tentacles, chunks of flesh and chains scattered on the ground, and a panting man with a panting dragon.

If people in the 21st century saw this, they would definitely think it was a superhero movie or a very explicit adult film.

But none of this was special effects; it was the battle that Ander and Angers had just experienced. In this world with dragons, it's not surprising that any kind of twisted and bizarre alien species would emerge.

Compared to the more harmonious dragons in Ander's world, the dragons in this world are clearly a niche group of Cthulhu enthusiasts. After absorbing a large amount of dragon veins, Friedrich's body swelled up and grew countless tentacles and eyeballs.

Perhaps those fake dragons actually have strange tentacles hidden under their bodies. Ander shuddered and decided not to think about what kind of body structure those dragons actually had.

Friedrich's twisted and mutated body began to gradually release some kind of black substance from within him once again. Unlike the previous dragon vein, this black substance emitted a foul odor, like a combination of rotten meat and fish, carrying the stench of decay and the fishy smell of the ocean.

Angers crawled out of the rubble, stepping on the mangled remains. His body was covered in putrid black blood, and he grinned, revealing a set of neat white teeth.

"Um, something leaked in."

As Ander pointed out, the black liquid slid down Angers' cheek and landed right on the corner of his cracked mouth.

Angers' dashing smile suddenly froze, and a rotten stench exploded in his mouth.

"vomit……"

Angers vomited decisively, the dried meat and flatbread he had eaten while camping came out mixed with his stomach acid.

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

Ander cast a magical spell on himself, using magic to cleanse himself of the filth.

Carefully navigating around the black liquid, he stood aside and waited for Angers to clean the slime off his body.

Looking at the ruins, Ander felt a pang of emotion. This story was worth remembering and reciting at some point.

A vengeful human wanderer and a magnificent brass dragon successfully slay a twisted monster. Although the monster is ugly, it doesn't matter; it just highlights the protagonist's handsomeness.

If things had gone according to plan, Friedrich would have opened an antique shop in Beijing and lived under the pseudonym Lin Fenglong into the 21st century.

According to the plot, his body would not have undergone such a mutation, nor would he have been killed by Angers. However, Ander's arrival disrupted the threads of fate like a butterfly. Angers' rapid recovery and Ander's dragon form on the cruise ship caused Friedrich to abandon his plan to hide and instead devour a large amount of dragon veins, ultimately leading to his fate.