Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"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.

Chapter 651 I Speak for This World

As Zero disappeared into the light, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the god's soul was finally torn apart bit by bit, unable to bear the burden any longer.

Even having seen countless treasures from around the world, such a divine soul was incredibly precious to Bahamut, but he was unwilling to accept such a "gift."

Heavenly Mountain is not like the Nine Levels of Hell or the Bottomless Abyss, a realm that collects souls everywhere. The entry threshold for that place is very high. The same goes for Bahamut's divine kingdom; not just anything can enter.

Although the King of Good Dragons possessed some innate greed, he was not foolish. This gift was not easy to obtain; the soul of this powerful creature would most likely be eroded during the long journey to Paradise Mountain.

He will gain nothing but the hatred of other forces.

The colorful dragons are not stingy with their sarcastic remarks; they will spread rumors that the God of Good Dragons is stealing the souls of gods from another world, making something that doesn't exist known to everyone.

The soul of the deity, imbued with the aura of Paradise Mountain, along with Zero, gradually transformed into glittering bubbles. At the same time, in the real world, the World Tree also began to change. Bubbles began to surge from its entire black trunk, and a tar-like odor began to permeate the entire world.

The will of the gods is gradually disappearing, but this does not mean that the crisis is over. On the contrary, after losing the restraint of wisdom, the gods' bodies have turned into a huge mass of extremely dangerous flesh and blood.

As his soul faded away, the World Tree's short life came to an end, but before he died, he followed the call of his instincts and began a new cycle of reproduction.

The black giant tree and its surrounding offspring trembled, and from its faintly glowing leaves, tiny flowers bloomed, columnar clusters of blossoms unfolded, and pale yellow pollen began to spread wildly across the icy Arctic sea.

This pollen storm lasted only a moment. With the blessing of divine power, the yellow pollen spread throughout the Northern Hemisphere in the whirlwind, and what followed was the formation of divine seeds.

After a brief bloom, the flower clusters withered in the wind, and black fruits appeared where the flower clusters had been. The fruits grew at a visible speed, turning from the size of a mung bean to the size of a human head in the blink of an eye, hanging heavily on the treetops.

The surface of the fruit is very rough, with dragon scale-like patterns, and each one is filled with a sweet, magical aroma.

Dragonblood subspecies and dragons from all over gathered as if they had heard some kind of call, throwing themselves one after another onto the thick trunk of the World Tree, nourishing the fruit that the World Tree bore with their own flesh and blood.

At this moment, the dragon race, as an abandoned race, was completely wiped out. They had completed their mission as weapons and walked into their irreversible death without fear or resistance.

After absorbing the blood and flesh of the dragon, the fruit continued to swell. The scaly fruit skin emitted a dim light, and life was being nurtured within it.

The gods will die, but they will be reborn in another form. These fruits will fall into the earth, take root and sprout, and after a thousand years, the gods will return.

But how could Ander let the other party have their way?

The phantom of the brass dragon reappeared above the World Tree, flames began to surge in the sky, and with a dragon's roar that resounded throughout the world, fire rain fell from the sky, as if divine punishment was scorching the World Tree's body.

On that day, stars fell like rain. People in the Northern Hemisphere, whether it was night or day, saw the points of light falling from the sky. They were fireballs summoned by Ender, so dazzling, like a small sun.

The dragon descendants far away in China looked up. Possessing magic, they were not concerned with the war between the gods in the far north. What they saw was the struggle for power between Ander and the gods within the magic network.

Within that magical network constructed from the breath of the World Tree, a colossal bronze dragon, an artifact made of the four elements, is battling against the true form of a god.

This war takes place across three different dimensions: soul, authority, and body, with Ender engaged in a battle with the gods that could destroy the world.

He wants to burn the gods' bodies, seize their authority, and destroy their souls.

But on this battlefield of vying for power, Ander paid little attention. What was actually fighting against the true form of the god was the remaining consciousness of the four kings within the artifact.

After stripping away the human element, the remaining consciousness within authority is savage and primal, and the endless killing intent it displays when facing the gods makes Ender want to avoid any contact with it.

The battle between authorities is different from the battle between body and soul. It is an interpretation of the essence of magic, like a thesis defense when graduating from university. Whether it is Ender or a god, they are just college students responsible for the defense.

As for the teachers who grade the scores, it's the omnipresent magic surrounding them...

And the whole world.

Some scientists once believed that Earth is a special kind of organism, and that humans are merely tiny bacteria parasitizing its skin system. This organism was called Gaia, and this is the Gaia theory.

For a long time, Ender thought this was nothing but sensationalist nonsense, but as he came into contact with authority and gradually rose to the level of legend, he personally experienced the will of the world.

The other party desires change and wants to unleash its inherent potential.

The magic of this world is accumulated in the earth's strata, and tens of thousands of meters underground, there is endless magic waiting to be mined.

The World Tree was born in this environment. Magic chose it, and it took on this responsibility. The endless magic was extracted by the World Tree using primitive and inefficient methods, which led to the splendor of the world today.

The true form of the god and the artifact forged by Ander became entangled, frantically devouring the surrounding magic power. In this way, they demonstrated their understanding of magic power.

Possession, greed, and the supremacy of force—whether it's the will of the Dragon King or the will of the gods, all they want is to possess everything before them, to take everything for themselves, even the slightest bit of magic.

Just then, Ander's tattered soul appeared in this magic net, and beside him was Lu Mingfei's soul, who was in a coma.

The two stood there, with Ander watching the two colossal beasts locked in combat below, their battle churning the surrounding magic into a chaotic mess.

This is a battle that Ender cannot participate in, but he has his own methods.

Faced with this situation, the brass dragons usually prefer to talk to each other. So, within the magic network, Ander's fragmented soul spoke, and the surrounding magic vibrated, transmitting his voice:

"I stand here to speak to the world!"

Chapter 652 King of the World

In the eyes of this group of chatterboxes, there is nothing they cannot talk about. As long as they are given a talking vase, they can chat for a whole day.

But Ender never imagined that one day he would stand here and talk to the whole world.

After Ander uttered these startling words, magic began to gather around him. Sorcerers are a profession that manipulates magic through talent. If mages are scholars who enslave the elements through knowledge, then sorcerers are more like priests who communicate and negotiate with the elements.

Ignoring the inexplicable turmoil of magic around him, Ander continued:

“I hold the coordinates of countless worlds in my hands,” Ander said calmly. His soul was nearing its limit, yet at this moment he felt a sense of ethereal disorientation.

It's like placing a dragon's claw on soft gold, feeling the trembling of the coin—it's wonderful.

“There are countless civilizations, and they have countless different uses for magic.” Ander’s voice was calm, as if he were stating something insignificant: “Floating cities forged from magic float in the sky, powerful magical beasts run on the ground, and mind flayers and dark elves live in the dungeons.”

“The world is vast, and its treasures are countless.” Ander raised his dragon head and looked at the surrounding magic, which was like white mist: “And you will become the most brilliant sapphire, experiencing the ever-changing life every day for millions of years.”

Ander displayed a series of images: floating cities above the sky, architecture that combined magic and technology, and humans using magic to travel between heaven and earth, riding magic ships and bringing the magic of this world to countless different realms.

This is the future that Ender envisioned for the world: a world where magic and technology combine, and the magic in this stratum will be fully extracted and transformed into the energy hidden within humans and machines, roaming freely throughout the universe.

"You will become the center of all realms, and countless races and gods will favor you!" Ander said with a proud dragon's tone, his eyes shining. "Countless teleportation arrays will connect various worlds, just like the City of the Seal. Your name will be known throughout the universes."

The two giant beasts below stopped fighting. They were made of elemental magic, and they immediately sensed the difference when the surrounding magic changed.

Magic surged toward Ander's broken soul. At this moment, the world's magic seemed to have found its direction, and it rushed in, placing Ander on the throne of kings.

"Now, submit to me. It's time to end this boring fight!" Ender roared.

In his eyes, the magic of this world was like a newborn baby; he had little concept of good and evil, only a curiosity to pursue new things.

In ancient times, the world chose the World Tree, which unearthed the magic buried deep underground, allowing the world to be elevated.

Now, with the extinction of the dragon race and the destruction of the World Tree, the world is searching for a new representative who, like the World Tree of yesteryear, will make the world even stronger.

In this war, Ender was clearly superior. The vision described by the other side was so captivating that even the world was moved by it. So at this moment, the world favored Ender and offered him its blessing.

The bronze dragon that Ander forged roamed in the magic, radiating light, and transformed into a scepter amidst the surging magic.

The deity's true form, having lost its soul, gradually shrank, its roots curling together and transforming into a crown shimmering with emerald light.

The crown looks somewhat simple, resembling simple roots intertwined to form a ring shape, like the crown of thorns on Christ's head.

The crown and scepter floated and drifted towards Ander, and an indescribable feeling arose in Ander's heart, whispering a desire for him to take them.

"Take him down and become the king of the world..."

"At this moment, you will be crowned king..."

"The world will never die."

You too will live forever…

Annoying whispers echoed in Ander's mind; almost no dragon could resist the temptation before him—it was the whole world.

"It's so tempting, like a treasure trove of the gods, it stirs the dragon's heartstrings." Ander licked his lips. He was in a soul state and didn't feel thirsty, but his nature still made his fingers restless.

He raised his claws, reaching for the scepter and crown before him, his expression dazed, like a lustful wolf captivated by a stunning beauty.

Little by little...

The next second, the claw stopped in mid-air.

"But unfortunately, what I, Ander, love most is saying no to such self-righteous things!"

Ander's eyes regained their clarity. He looked around and saw countless magical threads binding him tightly. The world did not want to submit to Ander; it wanted to capture him instead.

Like a child's possessiveness of a toy, Ender, as an outsider, is seen by the world as a novel toy, and what he wants is to keep the other's soul forever.

"A king who is not free is nothing but a puppet on the throne." Ander looked at the magic that was beginning to gather around him and bind him, and coldly snorted, "Looks like you're unwilling to give it up?"

The cold whispers vanished, replaced by ever-approaching magic that transformed into ropes and threads, binding Ander tightly, attempting to trap his soul within this magical world.

The two monsters that had just transformed into a crown and a scepter have also returned to their true forms. As soon as they have returned, they begin to fight each other, but the battlefield is gradually moving closer to Ander. Ander can even see a hint of cunning in their brutal eyes.

They wanted to tear themselves apart and claim the knowledge within their souls as their own.

“How boring,” Ander sighed. Not everyone would enjoy chatting with a brass dragon, and these good-natured dragons usually had a simple solution to such problems.

"Looks like I can only teach you a small lesson."

As Ander said this, the brass dragon forged from Ander's body began to flicker. As a dragon, how could Ander not have hidden a backup plan in his treasure?

The tyrannical will of the dragon king was suppressed back into the cross on the chest of the brass dragon. The brass dragon curled up and let out a low growl, crawling at Ander's feet. Ander looked at the brass dragon, which had swelled up again, and nodded in satisfaction.

In this struggle for power, Ender's creation was clearly superior.

"Now, I command you to end all of this."

Chapter 653 Above the Gods

In reality, the black World Tree is bathed in flames, and a terrifying fire has ignited the far north of the planet, turning it into chaos.

From within the magic network, Ander surveyed everything below. The world was in complete chaos: magic was disordered, the climate was collapsing, and the dragons' might brought by their migration terrified every creature.

But the time was up. The bronze dragon, which lay prostrate at Ander's feet, roared, its wings connecting with the surrounding magic. Endless power emanated from the beast's body, changing everything around it.

The world is beautiful, but also cruel, like a graceful beauty who once flirted with Ender, wanting him to become the king of the world, but after being rejected, she wanted to imprison his soul here forever.

But Ender wouldn't be blinded by this display of power. He wasn't a prisoner of the world; on the contrary, he wanted to bring the world to his knees!

At this moment, the god's soul had vanished, and his body was burned by the raging fire, turning into ashes in the far north. The artifact created by Ander had also gained the upper hand in the struggle for authority with the god's true form.