Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

At this moment, all the elements had been gathered. Even though the chaotic world's will was not on his side, Ander still wanted to give it a try and test the crazy idea in his heart.

Under the breath of the World Tree over the years, the magic of this world has spontaneously formed a magical network. This magical network is not the omnipotent magical network that once existed in the world of Ander, but it has already taken some shape.

The dragon race uses the power of words through this magical network. They have great authority within it, and can even change the world with a single word.

But what Ander needs to do now is to usurp that supreme authority and make this magic network his own.

At Ander's command, the bronze dragon began to grow larger and larger in this magical realm. Its body was like a balloon, shaped by Ander with techniques beyond human comprehension.

The true form of the god bared its fangs and claws, trying to stop Ander's actions, but how could a beast that had lost its intelligence be a match for a dragon that had been immersed in magic for many years? Ander used magic to create shields in the shape of dragon scales, blocking the god's attack.

“Listen, magic is singing.” Ander made a listening gesture and said in a mystical tone, “A song of death.”

The magic surrounding the god began to change, transforming into ropes under Ander's manipulation and intertwining with the god's roots. Then, the magic above transformed into rocks, which crashed vertically onto the god's body.

Then, the magical rocks turned into countless dust particles in the sudden whirlwind. The dust particles burned on the god's true body. The sparks were initially orange-red, then gradually turned into a deep blue. Ice crystals began to form in the flames, and white frost formed on the god's body, imprisoning him.

At this moment, the deity's true form in the real world also changed. The black tree trunk, encased in flames, cracked open and slowly rose into the clouds, enveloped in flames.

The countless roots that were originally rooted in the ice field also rose up, the land cracked, and boulders were crushed by the strangulation of the roots. The magic power, so dense that it was almost materialized, spewed out from the earth and turned into white mist that lingered in the sky.

On the canopy of the World Tree, the hybrids whose bloodlines had been extracted sat slumped together. Lu Li and Qiao Wenni stood back to back, exhausted, at the edge of the crowd, watching the barely breathing doomsday hybrids.

They had just gone through a tough battle. All sorts of monsters that appeared on the World Tree were attacking the humans on the icebreaker with relentless attacks. Fortunately, this terrifying offensive only lasted for a short time, and the monsters were absorbed by the World Tree one by one.

They were now flying through the air, the Doomsday Icebreaker held aloft by an unbelievably thick tree branch, suspended in mid-air like a flying insect caught in a spider web, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.

“Uncle won, Mom.” Lu Li suddenly looked up at the sky above, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

As Lu Li spoke, flames ignited on her arm, licking her fair skin like the gentlest elves, before settling in Lu Li's palm and changing into various shapes with such fluidity that they didn't even resemble violent flames.

The brass dragon bloodline within her was growing stronger and stronger, surpassing the blood of the White King, surpassing the blood of the Black King, surpassing the bloodlines of all dragons, and becoming the one that dominated the world.

Although Giovanni was also a dragonborn, she was not sensitive to magic. She could only feel a strange seasonal movement, like a fire burning in her chest.

She looked up at her daughter's movements, and in the high sky, where the gray-white clouds rippled and formed all sorts of shapes, Giovanni still managed to catch a glimpse of the lake.

It was a war that existed only in the magical world, where a bronze dragon and a god from ancient times were vying for sovereignty over the world, and at this moment, Ander had clearly gained the upper hand.

At this moment, within the magic network, the bronze dragon has occupied nearly half of the area. The cross on the dragon's chest shines as brightly as a star, and the earth fire and water flow continuously, evolving into a complete world.

"The world began in chaos, and everything was uncertain," Ender's soul floated in magic, speaking in a weathered tone. "Perhaps order can bring many things, but I still think chaos is indispensable."

“The world is boring enough. Sometimes we need a little randomness, don’t we?” Ander turned his gaze to the real world. The World Tree was being peeled from the earth by magic. As the earth cracked, some things happened.

Previously, in order to obtain enough magic, the World Tree took deep root in the Doomsday Faction's sanctuary. These roots were so deep that, combined with the loose soil, some things happened due to this small butterfly effect.

A terrifying earthquake originates from the Arctic. The collision between the Earth's crustal plates becomes increasingly violent due to the disturbance in the far north, and various seismic zones compete to deliver the disaster known as earthquakes to the world.

The earth cracked open, and white mist spewed out from it. It was magic that had been pushed out of the ground by the movement of the earth's crust. At that moment, Ander stretched out his hand, his claws gently tracing lines in the air. The magic was drawn in and began to move.

A gust of wind swept across the far north, and the moving magic collided and stimulated each other, eventually spontaneously forming a global magic that, like a net, enveloped the trembling earth's crust.

"Wow, so this is what forbidden spells feel like." Ander rubbed his fingers together. With the authority over the world, he could transmit his commands to an entire world. With a flick of his finger, he ended the terrifying earthquake.

"And then there's this network." Ander looked at the suppressed god in front of him, and with a thought, the bronze dragon stretched out its claws, suppressing the god so that he could not move.

By this time, Ander had far surpassed him.

Chapter 654 Returning to the Human World

The world is slowly recovering from the disaster. Ender manipulates the surrounding magic within the magic network, vying with the mindless gods within the network and trying to usurp their authority.

For this born god, he was a powerful embodiment from the very beginning. Even though no one worshipped him and no one knew his name, he was still the supreme controller of this planetary system.

At least that's how it was at the beginning.

If a god were to descend into the real world, he might be given a powerful and pleasant-sounding name, such as the God of Creation, the Web of Kings, or the Manipulator High Above the Sky.

Unfortunately, this deity is currently only known by nonsensical names like "glowing radish" as uttered by Ander.

At this moment, Ender is manipulating magic, inputting one command after another into the magic network system created by the World Tree, stabilizing the Earth's state little by little.

Ander carefully uprooted the World Tree, which was rooted in the Arctic. This action damaged the strata themselves, and after a series of sudden earthquakes, Ander made this minor problem during system debugging disappear.

Apart from Mount Everest growing a few dozen centimeters taller and several new kilometer-level rift valleys appearing on the ground, everything else in the world seems normal.

Meanwhile, in the real world, the World Tree's trunk, suspended in mid-air, was shattered, and the icebreaker, hanging from its branches, plummeted from the sky with a horrible cracking sound.

Then a flash of light appeared, and the entire ship seemed to be held up by a pair of giant hands, changing from a rapid descent to a slow, leisurely float.

Still shaken, Giovanni clung to the ship's railing. For the first time, she felt she was old enough that her heart couldn't take such a shocking experience.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." The disheveled woman leaned against the ship's railing, wanting to say something, but could only turn around and look at her daughter behind her. The mother and daughter both let out a dry laugh.

It seems like madness, yet it also seems like liberation.

Lu Li looked towards the horizon, where a red sun peeked out from the edge of the coastline, revealing only a short section of its disc. In an instant, the morning glow filled half the sky, as red as blood and as fiery as fire.

“How is that possible? It should be polar night right now…” Unlike her liberal arts son who didn’t study math and science, Jovie still had the heart of a researcher. She looked at the sun peeking out from behind the clouds, her eyes filled with disbelief.

At this moment, in the research institute in China, the Dragonborn who still had the strength to stand were working hard in front of their computers, while Guderian slumped on a stretcher, with some black saliva still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

He used to be as strong as an old lion, but after his dragon bloodline was taken away, the old man returned to the state he should be in at his age.

Beside Guderian, Ye Sheng bent down and looked at his mentor: "Professor, you should go and rest."

"No... how can I leave at a time like this!" Guderian took a deep breath and looked at the computer next to him: "The result, tell me the result quickly!"

"The Earth's axis has shifted by three degrees, five minutes, and twenty-four seconds. The world's climate will undergo earth-shattering changes within the next fifty years." Ye Sheng gave a bitter smile.

The direction of the Earth's axis is related to the cycle of the four seasons and the radiation of sunlight. Such a change in a short period of time is enough to drive 50 percent of organisms to the brink of extinction due to drastic climate change.

“I knew it. Through the Navier-Stokes equations of fluid dynamics, the final tilt angle of the Earth’s axis…” Guderian smiled. “Looks like I’ve beaten that bald man Manstein this time.”

"Excuse my bluntness, but betting on the end of the world is not a good habit." Ye Sheng's eyes twitched a few times. Gambling was rampant on the internal network of Kassel College, and only these professors would bet on the changes in the Earth's axis during the end of the world.

Meanwhile, the dying Professor Guderian was still silently calculating something. He had already lost the age called "Heavenly Evolution," but his years of accumulated experience still allowed him to start a new round of calculations using the things around him.

"The Earth's axial tilt, combined with the centripetal force of the Earth's rotation and its own gravity, creates inertia..." Guderian shakily took a pen from his chest and threw it to the ground beside him.

As he checked his pulse and watched the pen fall from the sky, he used his brain to calculate the local gravitational acceleration. Suddenly, Guderian's eyes widened.

"No, the gravity coefficient is wrong, it shouldn't be like this!" Guderian suddenly became agitated as he watched the pen draw an arc, shouting as he tried to stand up. Ye Sheng quickly helped the professor up, but was pushed away by him: "Something is putting the Earth's axis back in place!"

Guderian's calculations were correct, but unfortunately he wasn't at one of China's satellite communication stations. The Dragonborn responsible for communicating with the Cloud Map satellite was already slumped in his chair, staring wide-eyed at the unbelievable scene before him.

A giant dragon claw appeared on a satellite cloud image, with white clouds forming the claw's main feature, stretching from the Americas to Asia, grasping the Earth in its hand.

Within that giant hand, the Earth looked as small as a basketball. Then, the giant hand slowly applied its power, and the Earth gradually returned to its original position.

Ordinary people, still shaken by the experience, could hardly perceive the full extent of the dragon's claw; they only felt the sky darken slightly before returning to normal.

At this moment, Ander, far away in the magic network, lowered his hand. Just now, he had dealt with the aftershocks of the fight using his methods. Faced with that godlike power, Ander still felt a little regretful.

"It's a pity it can only be used within the planet's atmosphere; it won't work as well outside." Ander clenched his fist. The feeling of having the world at his fingertips was addictive for the dragon, but unfortunately, he had more important things to do.

The surrounding magic surged in once more; the world's will was still determined to preserve his soul. He looked down at the bronze dragon beneath him, which had devoured most of the god, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

From the pit dug out of the World Tree, countless fluorescent crystals grew out, flourishing wildly on the site of the Doomsday Faction's sanctuary in the far north. It was the magic hidden in the earth's crust, which Ender displayed in an alternative form.

At the very center, within the thickest crystal pillar, specks of brass-colored light are quietly brewing.

There lies Ander's backup plan, a new body.

“It’s time to go back,” Andra said, pulling Lu Mingfei’s dazed soul aside and waving to the surrounding mist. “Goodbye, I still have many places to go, so…”

Ander and Lu Mingfei's souls rapidly dissipated, transforming into two dazzling orbs of light that plummeted downwards.

"May we meet again someday!"

Chapter 655 Reunion

In the Arctic of the real world, the sun, which had just shown its outline, quietly sank back below the horizon, leaving only the fiery rosy clouds lingering in the sky.

This temporary miracle of sunrise did not move the hearts of the Doomsday Party members, who were already exhausted from the previous disasters.

Giovanni and her daughter Luli boarded a small boat and rowed across the ice-covered sea toward the distant pit.

The small boat wobbled along the icy sea and came to rest on the shore in just a few minutes. It was a fragmented glacier, most of which had been submerged in the sea, but the World Tree had turned it upside down into a protruding cliff.

Giovanni stepped off the small boat and walked around the glacier towards its center. There was little seawater left, and the land beneath the ice was exposed, with black rocks and muddy beaches all around.

At this moment, the two suddenly saw a clear view: countless transparent crystals grew out of the ground, densely stacked in the pit to form a cold and austere abstract painting.

Lu Li led her mother carefully to the edge of the tunnel. In the distance, a crystal pillar, like a monument, stood in the center of the tunnel, radiating a brilliant light that illuminated the pitch-black polar night.

Even though she prided herself on being knowledgeable and well-traveled, Giovanni held her breath. Despite having seen the riches in the dragon's lair, she was still awestruck by the dazzling crystals before her. Their beauty was unmatched by any gemstone, as if all the wealth in the world had been gathered here.

Amidst the seven-colored light, Lu Li took her mother's hand and flew away into the distance with her.

The two figures quickly passed by the erected crystal pillars. Giovanni even saw the fully crystallized Doomsday Pact Khrushchev Building among them. These buildings, which she had spent countless efforts to build, now existed in this world in another form.

The closer you get to the center, the warmer the climate becomes. In just a few minutes, it's as if Giovanni has experienced the changing seasons, going from a cold winter to a warm spring.

Lu Li, carrying her mother, frolicked as she descended with the wind. Countless crystal pillars swept past them. This land had been completely transformed, turning into a battlefield ruin with jagged rocks.

Luli floated in the air, like a little bird skimming over the growing transparent crystals, carrying her mother as she fell downwards.

“Uncle is right there, and so is brother,” Lu Li said, pointing to the layers of crystal pillars below. Qiao Wenni looked down but only saw fluorescent crystals growing wildly below.

Lu Li gently grabbed the crystal pillar beside her, using it to avoid the strange rocks on the rock wall. The Featherfall Technique carried the mother and child to the bottom of the pit.

This is the final sanctuary of the former shelter. Even Giovanni had never been here, but he could still recognize some of its general appearance.

The buildings that had only been seen on design drawings were now completely crystallized. The crystal was a translucent white, but at the tip it became a transparent color that shone like a diamond.

The crystallized building made Giovanni feel as if she had returned to that doomsday shelter of the past. She looked around and saw a corpse that was completely covered in crystal.

“Evans Longbottom, he was the leader of biological research in the Doomsday Faction,” Giovanni whispered to her daughter, introducing the body’s identity. “He firmly believed that the shelter was safe, so he stayed here.”

Giovanni was heartbroken. All her years of hard work had been destroyed in an instant. Everything the Doomsday Party had done had vanished. The refuge from the gods had become the cradle of the gods. Everything was destroyed. Everything was over.

“But Mom is still alive, so everything is fine.” Lu Li walked over and looked at the body covered by crystals. She didn’t react. There were plenty of similar things in the academy’s ice cellar, and you never know if those crazy research institutes would invite a little girl to watch an autopsy.

Thanks to them, Lu Li has a strong ability to accept things, even to the point of being somewhat cold-blooded.

She hugged her mother and buried her head in her arms. It was the first time she realized that her mother's hair was a similar red to hers. She used to hate this color, but now it didn't seem so bad anymore.

"As long as the family is together, that's enough," Lu Li said softly. "We can travel all over the world, to the rainforests of South America, to the deserts of Africa, to see all the places you and I have talked about, Mom."

Giovanni stroked her daughter's head and kissed her forehead: "Perhaps..."

Immediately, as if injected with some energy, Jovin straightened up and let out a long breath: "Let's go, we should go see how Uncle and Mingfei are doing."