Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

With a patter of footsteps, Angers approached. He was much cleaner now, as he could still use magic tricks like this.

"What about the other four people?"

“I didn’t wake them up. I felt that I was enough on my own.”

Angers shrugged. He didn't want the Heaven and Earth Society involved in his revenge against Friedrich. He alone was enough.

"Fine, do as you please. We've already beaten him up anyway."

Ander didn't care about these things, after all, Friedrich was just a clerical worker before, and his combat ability was indeed not very good.

"Are you going to devour him?" Angers asked.

"No way, it's disgusting, and I have a better option."

Ander waved his hand in disgust; he couldn't bring himself to eat this creature made of tentacles and chunks of flesh.

Angers had a guess in his mind, but he was unwilling to say it aloud.

"I read in your Camarilla books that Nibelungen is the territory of the Dragon King. So, where is this Dragon King?"

Angers remained silent, but in truth, he already knew the answer in his heart: such a vast expanse of Nibelungen must have been created by a monarch.

So where did the king go? Angers had already guessed that Nibelungen was very likely the territory of the dragon king who had raided the Kassel Manor: Li Wuyue.

But the fate of this former king, who was used as a weapon to kill the enemies of the Qing Dynasty, is self-evident.

Li Wuyue was no longer the king he once was. He was nailed into a coffin with bronze nails made by alchemy and fell into a deep sleep wrapped in mercury. Meanwhile, the Daqing usurped the monarch's territory and transformed it into a dragon vein factory capable of producing undead servants.

"I've always thought that the Qing dynasty was far too powerful."

Ander continued to recount his speculations, but Angers realized that it was illogical that the Tatars, originally a barbarian tribe from the northeast of China, could control the Nibelungen of the Dragon King.

"That is to say..."

"In other words, the dragon vein was never in the hands of the Daqing from the beginning. The owner here is someone else, and it is most likely a fake dragon."

Rather than believing that the Dragon King died at the hands of a hybrid, Ander was more inclined to believe that Li Wuyue died from the betrayal of other dragon clans, since even the deeply entrenched Secret Society did not have the Dragon King's remains.

Ander proudly raised his head, pleased with his brilliant reasoning.

"Otherwise, how would the Tartars command the Death Servants? The Death Servants don't listen to the fate of ordinary hybrids."

Angers recalled the clues he had gathered and realized that Ander was right: Deadpool would involuntarily pledge allegiance to the dragons and could not be commanded by hybrids or even ordinary humans.

"Now, we just wait for the person in question to come and have a chat with us."

"But before that, we need to find more people."

Ander's body swelled up, transforming back into a brass dragon. He used his tail to lift Angers and flew towards the location where the Heaven and Earth Society members had been.

The dungeon exploration is almost over; it's time to gather everyone together for a spectacular team battle.

Ander flapped his beautiful dragon wings, feeling a sense of ease. It had been a long time since he had transformed into a dragon and flown, and this long-lost feeling made him feel even better.

Angers didn't feel so good. He was caught in Ander's tail and swaying in the air, feeling his lungs filled with the air of the Nibelungen. He wanted to protest loudly, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the wind generated by Ander's flight.

This torment didn't last long; within minutes, Ander was back at the place where he had encountered Friedrich.

The Chu siblings, Ye Tao, and Su Yu lay side by side, looking very... peaceful.

Okay, that might be a bit offensive, but it's clear that with Ender's "help," the four of them got a good night's sleep.

Ander took a deep breath:

"Wake up! Time to raid!"

Chapter 42 The Dragon in the Sewers

Chu Jie had a dream about the small town where she used to live. It was a small place nestled against the mountains and by the water, with typical Soviet-style buildings with white walls and black tiles.

A river runs through the town, and every day fishermen ply their small boats back and forth, hawking their catch from that morning. There's a small tavern in town, where the best-selling dishes are steamed fish sprinkled with finely chopped scallions and inexpensive Shaoxing wine.

The only private school in town was located in the center of town. When Chu Jie was young, he would watch his older brother carry his little bag to school every day. However, his older brother was always bad at school and liked to skip class to play. When he got home, he would inevitably get a beating.

The Chu family were considered outsiders in this small town. The Wu family had moved here a few years ago. The parents ran a small general store, selling things like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Sometimes they would also stock some interesting little toys, which became the treasures that the older brother would show off in the private school.

At that time, Chu Jie was just a little girl. Every day, besides playing, she would be dragged by her mother to learn martial arts from her father.

Chu Jie had always found it strange that she, a shopkeeper, had to learn martial arts. But she was just a child, doing whatever her mother told her to do. She always thought this kind of life would continue for a long time.

One day, a group of people dressed in strange clothes came looking for them. The mother looked very flustered, while the father hurriedly grabbed a wood-chopping knife, trying to drive them away.

Chu Jie doesn't remember much about what happened after that. She only remembers that her mother stuffed something into her hands, and then her brother carried her out of their house, which had already turned into a sea of ​​fire.

She lay on her brother's back, tears blurring her vision. Through the haze, all she could see were pairs of burning golden eyes.

In the dream, those pairs of golden eyes appeared once again, burning until they filled the entire sky.

A deep voice echoed in Chu Jie's dream:

"Wake up...we're in a raid!"

Raid? What raid? Let me sleep a little longer.

As Chu Jie thought this, she felt herself fly up, a feeling of unparalleled freedom that quickly reached the highest level of freedom: free fall.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!..."

Chu Jie screamed as she woke up from her dream. She saw a giant dragon with golden scales and a beautiful crown, its long, scaly tail wrapped around her feet and swinging it up and down.

"Finally awake?"

Ander chose to use some physical means to wake up the sleeping people, after all, his magic power was not very abundant, and there might be another battle to fight later.

Seeing that Chu Jie had finally woken up, Ander stopped the "Happy Spinning" at the rear and put Chu Jie on the ground.

"you……"

Chu Jie stared in shock at the giant dragon before him, instinctively reaching for his sword, only to discover that his weapons had already been removed.

"What? You don't recognize me just because I've changed my identity?"

A familiar voice came from the dragon's mouth, and Chu Jie immediately realized that it was Ander, whom he had been spending time with these past few days.

"Gulp...kill me."

Chu Jie knew that there was an irreconcilable blood feud between the dragon race and the human race, and he probably only had two choices: become a death servant or be killed by this giant dragon.

She refused to become a Death Servant, preferring to be burned to death by dragon breath.

Ander looked at the wary little girl with a speechless expression, feeling like a dragon in some story that had captured a female knight.

Turning to look at Angers, who stood beside him with his arms crossed, Ander decided to have Angers promote his reputation as a benevolent dragon.

“Angran, explain it to him.”

Thinking about this, Ander went to physically wake up the others. With a few more large windmills, the members of the Heaven and Earth Society gradually woke up. Ander turned around and found that Chu Jie was looking at him with a very strange expression on his face, a mixture of four parts doubt, three parts anger, two parts surprise and one part joy.

The little girl has a pretty face, like a pie chart.

"So, Uncle De, you're actually an outsider from somewhere else?"

Chu Jie didn't understand the concepts of alternate dimensions or other worlds; she simply felt that the dragons in Ander's place might be different from the dragons in China.

"You're barely right, aren't you? I'm a real dragon, unlike the fake dragons here."

Ander didn't explain too much, after all, these things were too complicated to explain, but he still had to emphasize that he and those dragons were not the same species at all.

"I believe in Uncle De, you are a good dragon."

Chu Jie didn't ask any more questions, just said a few words and hurriedly ran to his brother's side.

Ander scratched his neck with his hind leg, pondering how to resolve the issue of his identity. Perhaps he could stay in China for a while longer. Compared to Europe, where mixed-race individuals held greater power, China, with its apparent lack of talent, was more suitable for him to hide.

The four members of the Heaven and Earth Society had less time to talk than expected. After hearing Angers' explanation, they decided to trust Ander for the time being, since there was no better way at the moment.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society piled up the corpses they found that belonged to the society, including the parents of the Chu siblings. They decided to resolve the issue of the dragon vein first, and then bury these sacrifices.

Ander then told them about Friedrich and the Dragon Vein, but they all knew that Friedrich was not the mastermind behind it all; the real mastermind was still slumbering somewhere in Nibelungen.

Guided by Ander, the group climbed onto his feet, grabbed his dragon-scaled legs, and Ander took off, carrying them to the other side of the pyramid.

Ander had assumed the dragon was hiding inside the Demon-Sealing Tower, but the tower turned out to be surprisingly fragile; a single spell destroyed its foundation and structure.

Furthermore, given the tower's style, which clashes with the other buildings in Neberon, Ander concluded that the tower was not originally built by the dragons, but rather rebuilt by the Tatars using dragon technology.

Where could that dragon be hiding? Looking at the enormous white tower, comparable to the Great Pyramid of Giza in Egypt, Ander already had the answer in his heart.

The pyramids are the tombs of kings, and what could excite a traitor more than to slumber in the tomb of a king?

It's like killing your enemy and then lying in bed with his wife.

Not only will I kill you, I'll also live in your house, sleep with your wife, and beat your kids. Just thinking about it is awesome.

With the wind whipped up by the dragon's wings, Ander landed on the stone path leading to the Demon Tower.

It tapped the bluestone pavement with its paw and heard a deep echo, indicating that the pavement was hollow underneath.

There aren't just rats in the sewers, there might be dragons too.

Chapter Forty-Three Eighty-Eighty

The five people got off Ander and looked at the stone path connecting the ruins of the Demon Locking Tower and the white pyramid with puzzled expressions.

Ander explained:

"I heard from Friedrich that the blood extracted from the pyramids is transported to the Demon-Sealing Tower through the pipes below, so if you want to enter the pyramid, you might consider going through here."

The group didn't bring much explosives to begin with, and the outer shell of the white pyramid was unexpectedly hard, so the only way to get inside was to find another way.

Ander pulled out his spatial bag from the gap in the scales on his chest and rummaged around inside with his thick dragon claw.

He took out several iron hammers from his spatial bag; these were his spare staves, so he could have a backup when his own weapon was damaged.

The road is paved with thick stone slabs, and the seams are glued together, making it almost impossible to pry open. The only way to open the passage to the inside of the pyramid is to use some simple and crude methods.

Ander and Angers had just fought a battle and needed to rest, so the few who had just had a good sleep and were full of energy became the best source of labor.

The group of people in the camp each held an iron hammer, raised it high, and then smashed it down on the stone slab on the ground with tremendous gravitational potential energy.

Ander lay down beside him, muttering to himself:

"Eighty! Eighty!"