Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Warning! Warning!" The mechanical dragon's body flashed red, and a cold, mechanical voice blared from its loudspeaker: "Overheating, initiating self-destruct sequence, ejecting pilot!"

boom!

A lone cloud of mushrooms exploded in Lu Mingfei's mental world, and Ander's body curled up and flew out from the shockwave of the explosion.

This was a collision of inspiration and thought, essentially a clash between the souls of two monsters. Tiny specks of multicolored light fell on Ender's body; his face was pale, but he seemed much more energetic.

"It actually came out. I thought it would stay inside forever."

Ander stared at the falling multicolored specks of light. If he kept staring at them, he could see the roaring Dragon King among them. It was the pollution caused by the contact between the Dragon King and the Dragon King. They were like impurities stuck to Ander's soul, causing him to suffer the Dragon King's torment every day.

But now, in the confrontation with the gods, these impurities have been knocked out, making Ender's soul more complete and further approaching perfection.

"In that case, let's try that side!"

Ander appeared in the air. At this moment, the god had revealed his figure from the explosion. A crack appeared on his soul, from which black and white substances flowed out.

Ander licked the liquid that had flowed from the god on his paw; the taste was bland and uninteresting, perhaps a reflection of the other's dull thoughts.

Then, he rushed toward the god, and the god stretched out thousands of roots to strike Ander. For the first time, his soul collided squarely with the god's.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The continuous explosions turned the snowfield into a nuclear test site. Ender's soul grew weaker with each collision, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Even a god who is devoid of humanity and emotions felt a little flustered at this moment. He had no idea what Ander was going to do. Even though the enemy was weakening little by little, an indescribable tension began to fill his heart.

He stopped the tentacles striking, revealing the battered and bruised Ander, who looked up at the god, panting, and said in a weak yet mocking voice, "Thank you, damn glowing radish."

“In return, I also have a small gift for you,” Ander said with a smile and a wave. “Come and meet our metal dragon leader, Bahamut!”

A platinum-gold phantom formed behind Ander, whose soul was already teetering on the brink of death. Naturally, the Dragon God would descend upon this place at this critical moment, which was Ander's little gift to him.

The soul of a god.

Chapter 650 The Dragon Yearning for the World

When a good person dies, their soul ascends to God's kingdom.

This might just be a religious deception on Earth, but in Ender's world, it was a real thing.

As for those evil souls, they will fall into the River Styx, transforming into a primordial demon, waiting to be accepted by a higher-ranking devil, or they will be permanently condemned to the Nine Hells, never to be reborn.

Whether they are benevolent gods or demons, they all need these souls to strengthen their own power. For this reason, few beings would set their sights on the souls of the dead, as that would be tantamount to making enemies of both good and evil.

Thus, the battles between the righteous and the evil factions had a flavor of the righteous wars of the Spring and Autumn Period. They killed people but did not grind their bones to dust or destroy their souls. They were very measured in their actions.

As for those humans whose souls have fallen while they are still alive, that is not a matter for the gods to concern themselves with.

Under this mechanism, when Ender relinquished his earthly ties, the gates of the divine realm naturally opened for him, and the gates of Paradise Mountain opened beneath the phantom of the Platinum Dragon God.

In a silvery-white light, Ander could already see the land in the crack before him, a lawful and benevolent paradise where the Celestials and golden dragons roamed freely, leaving no place for evil to hide.

That radiant land is the realm of Paradise Mountain, where Bahamut resides. Once Andre passes through the narrow gap before him, he will ascend into this magnificent paradise, and then be received into the divine kingdom by Bahamut.

But what Ander hated most was those invisible rules and constraints.

"Come quickly..." the god urged, his voice mingling with a beautiful hymn, so grand that even the dragon prostrated itself in submission: "The distance is too great; I cannot defeat him... but there are many other ways..."

The Dragon God's meaning was very clear: the metal dragons believed in the principle of "if you beat the son, the father will come; if you beat the father, the grandfather will come." Therefore, as long as Ender retreated and waited for a period of time to accumulate strength, a large group of metal dragons would find this world and uproot the World Tree.

A dragon's revenge is never too late.

"Sorry, I don't want to go there yet." Ander shook his head, listening to the grand hymns emanating from within, and shouted loudly:

"This world is now my treasure, and no other dragons are allowed to enter!"

Ender has never summoned any other dragons. In many ways, he has regarded this world, which is so similar to Earth, as a treasure for his own exclusive enjoyment. The dragons' greed makes him unwilling and unable to share this treasure with others.

"Control your greed, my child..." Bahamut lowered his head, looking at his unique offspring. He used his will to teach the metal dragons to be careful about the greed in their nature, but unfortunately few metal dragons would listen to his advice.

“No need for you to trouble yourself,” Ander said, supporting himself as he took flight. His soul was riddled with holes, yet it radiated a dazzling light. “But please take a gift with you!”

“Your soul is about to fall into the River Styx…” Bahamut’s eyes held a hint of reluctance. The dim, yellow River Styx was already surging near Ander, and the demons in the Nine Hells were leaping and bounding, excitedly waiting with quills for a dragon to fall.

The Abyss also extended an invitation to Ander's soul. The five-headed dragon queen raised her head from one of them, glanced at the strange metal dragon, and looked at the scene in front of her with a wicked sense of amusement.

At that very moment, the seven-colored fragments that had just been knocked off Ander landed on the World Tree with the breeze. They were a part of Ander's soul, and although they were just impurities, they still carried the aura of Ander's soul.

"This is for you, a piece of broken wood, perhaps you'll like it." Ander looked at the thing imbued with his divine soul, a treasure that demons and devils could only dream of, and he would only feel at ease if it were in Bahamut's hands.

At least the other party won't stuff any weird or strange things into this world.

Just then, faced with the soul of the god, the demons and devils who were watching were finally tempted. The god's soul, tainted with Ander's aura, allowed them to exploit a loophole in the rules and prematurely come into contact with the mind that was corrupting this born god.

The River Styx surged and rolled, its waves crashing and countless human souls sinking within it. The demon lord stood by the River Styx, holding his breath and using the power of this river to extend his consciousness beyond the Nine Hells and make contact with the innate god.

Meanwhile, the demons in the bottomless abyss stretched out their claws, whips wreathed in flames, and lashed out at the gods who had not yet reacted. Their chaotic and evil nature made them want to devour the souls of these tempting demons.

And so, in Lu Mingfei's mind, on the ruins of this far north, various forces waged a war without gunpowder. They all longed for that alluring soul, but in the end, there could only be one victor.

Neither a demon nor a devil, Ander's fragmented soul roared as it crashed into the god's radish-like body. The World Tree rumbled and began to slowly tilt towards the crack.

But this was only a temporary misalignment. Soon the deity adjusted its posture, and countless roots stretched out, ready to strangle the annoying little fly in front of it.

With a mysterious smile, Ander watched the roots stretching towards his wings, and murmured:

"Three, two, one!"

The god abruptly stopped, as if Ander had given him an inescapable command. The snow-covered ground creaked under the weight, and countless dazzling lights emanated from it, actually lifting the god up slightly.

The god had only moved a few centimeters, but Ander smiled. His gaze followed the flowing light on the ground to the distance, where there was a figure kneeling on the ground.

"Get out of my head!" Lu Mingfei roared, veins bulging on his face. On this battlefield watched by gods and demons, he was the most inconspicuous one, but don't forget, he was the master of this battlefield.

As he desperately tried to recall, the memories buried deep in his mind began to shine. His jewel-like will resisted the erosion of the gods, pushing away the gods rooted in Lu Mingfei's mind little by little.

Even with all their might, they could only move the god a little bit, but that little distance was enough.

This moment of resistance threw the gods off balance and opened the gates of heaven to him.

In this fantastical space, the soul of the god was gradually sucked away by the gate of Paradise Mountain. The god, losing his balance, bent his bloated body, his roots entwined around the snowy plain, trying to support his enormous body.

The snow-covered ground creaked. Even though Lu Mingfei tried his best to push the god away, he was still too insignificant. Just then, a small figure in a suit appeared on the god's body.

"Thank you, Mr. Ander." Zero looked at the god beneath him, then glanced at Lu Mingfei one last time before leaping down and landing in the crevice of Paradise Mountain.

His body slowly melted inside; it was a place that was definitely not a place for a creature like him. In the warm light, Zero transformed into countless dazzling stars.

He will die, and Lu Mingfei will be reborn. When good people die, their souls ascend to the Kingdom of God.

This might just be a religious deception on Earth, but in Ender's world, it was a real thing.

As for those evil souls, they will fall into the River Styx, transforming into a primordial demon, waiting to be accepted by a higher-ranking devil, or they will be permanently condemned to the Nine Hells, never to be reborn.

Whether they are benevolent gods or demons, they all need these souls to strengthen their own power. For this reason, few beings would set their sights on the souls of the dead, as that would be tantamount to making enemies of both good and evil.

Thus, the battles between the righteous and the evil factions had a flavor of the righteous wars of the Spring and Autumn Period. They killed people but did not grind their bones to dust or destroy their souls. They were very measured in their actions.

As for those humans whose souls have fallen while they are still alive, that is not a matter for the gods to concern themselves with.

Under this mechanism, when Ender relinquished his earthly ties, the gates of the divine realm naturally opened for him, and the gates of Paradise Mountain opened beneath the phantom of the Platinum Dragon God.

In a silvery-white light, Ander could already see the land in the crack before him, a lawful and benevolent paradise where the Celestials and golden dragons roamed freely, leaving no place for evil to hide.

That radiant land is the realm of Paradise Mountain, where Bahamut resides. Once Andre passes through the narrow gap before him, he will ascend into this magnificent paradise, and then be received into the divine kingdom by Bahamut.

But what Ander hated most was those invisible rules and constraints.

"Come quickly..." the god urged, his voice mingling with a beautiful hymn, so grand that even the dragon prostrated itself in submission: "The distance is too great; I cannot defeat him... but there are many other ways..."

The Dragon God's meaning was very clear: the metal dragons believed in the principle of "if you beat the son, the father will come; if you beat the father, the grandfather will come." Therefore, as long as Ender retreated and waited for a period of time to accumulate strength, a large group of metal dragons would find this world and uproot the World Tree.

A dragon's revenge is never too late.

"Sorry, I don't want to go there yet." Ander shook his head, listening to the grand hymns emanating from within, and shouted loudly:

"This world is now my treasure, and no other dragons are allowed to enter!"

Ender has never summoned any other dragons. In many ways, he has regarded this world, which is so similar to Earth, as a treasure for his own exclusive enjoyment. The dragons' greed makes him unwilling and unable to share this treasure with others.

"Control your greed, my child..." Bahamut lowered his head, looking at his unique offspring. He used his will to teach the metal dragons to be careful about the greed in their nature, but unfortunately few metal dragons would listen to his advice.

“No need for you to trouble yourself,” Ander said, supporting himself as he took flight. His soul was riddled with holes, yet it radiated a dazzling light. “But please take a gift with you!”

“Your soul is about to fall into the River Styx…” Bahamut’s eyes held a hint of reluctance. The dim, yellow River Styx was already surging near Ander, and the demons in the Nine Hells were leaping and bounding, excitedly waiting with quills for a dragon to fall.

The Abyss also extended an invitation to Ander's soul. The five-headed dragon queen raised her head from one of them, glanced at the strange metal dragon, and looked at the scene in front of her with a wicked sense of amusement.

At that very moment, the seven-colored fragments that had just been knocked off Ander landed on the World Tree with the breeze. They were a part of Ander's soul, and although they were just impurities, they still carried the aura of Ander's soul.

"This is for you, a piece of broken wood, perhaps you'll like it." Ander looked at the thing imbued with his divine soul, a treasure that demons and devils could only dream of, and he would only feel at ease if it were in Bahamut's hands.

At least the other party won't stuff any weird or strange things into this world.

Just then, faced with the soul of the god, the demons and devils who were watching were finally tempted. The god's soul, tainted with Ander's aura, allowed them to exploit a loophole in the rules and prematurely come into contact with the mind that was corrupting this born god.

The River Styx surged and rolled, its waves crashing and countless human souls sinking within it. The demon lord stood by the River Styx, holding his breath and using the power of this river to extend his consciousness beyond the Nine Hells and make contact with the innate god.

Meanwhile, the demons in the bottomless abyss stretched out their claws, whips wreathed in flames, and lashed out at the gods who had not yet reacted. Their chaotic and evil nature made them want to devour the souls of these tempting demons.

And so, in Lu Mingfei's mind, on the ruins of this far north, various forces waged a war without gunpowder. They all longed for that alluring soul, but in the end, there could only be one victor.

Neither a demon nor a devil, Ander's fragmented soul roared as it crashed into the god's radish-like body. The World Tree rumbled and began to slowly tilt towards the crack.

But this was only a temporary misalignment. Soon the deity adjusted its posture, and countless roots stretched out, ready to strangle the annoying little fly in front of it.

With a mysterious smile, Ander watched the roots stretching towards his wings, and murmured:

"Three, two, one!"

The god abruptly stopped, as if Ander had given him an inescapable command. The snow-covered ground creaked under the weight, and countless dazzling lights emanated from it, actually lifting the god up slightly.

The god had only moved a few centimeters, but Ander smiled. His gaze followed the flowing light on the ground to the distance, where there was a figure kneeling on the ground.

"Get out of my head!" Lu Mingfei roared, veins bulging on his face. On this battlefield watched by gods and demons, he was the most inconspicuous one, but don't forget, he was the master of this battlefield.

As he desperately tried to recall, the memories buried deep in his mind began to shine. His jewel-like will resisted the erosion of the gods, pushing away the gods rooted in Lu Mingfei's mind little by little.

Even with all their might, they could only move the god a little bit, but that little distance was enough.

This moment of resistance threw the gods off balance and opened the gates of heaven to him.

In this fantastical space, the soul of the god was gradually sucked away by the gate of Paradise Mountain. The god, losing his balance, bent his bloated body, his roots entwined around the snowy plain, trying to support his enormous body.

The snow-covered ground creaked. Even though Lu Mingfei tried his best to push the god away, he was still too insignificant. Just then, a small figure in a suit appeared on the god's body.