Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"I have finally transformed into a dragon..."

Ander flapped his wings and retreated quickly, unleashing a long-accumulated dragon breath onto the shield to buy time for Ander's relocation.

"Transform into a dragon? Do you know you look like a piece of rotten meat?"

Andra distanced himself and taunted.

The man ignored Ander's sarcasm and muttered to himself in a very strange tone:

"A century-long plan... the power of the dragons... now... I have finally waited for this day."

He raised his head, looked at the giant dragon soaring in the sky, and calmly said:

"If Garuda hadn't died at your hands, I wouldn't have succeeded so easily..."

He grinned, revealing a creepy smile, and the next second, countless tentacles burst out of the slime, attacking Ander and the others.

"Damn it, hold on tight!"

Ander dodged the tentacles, performing various maneuvers in the air, showcasing the speed of the dragon race to the fullest. He also kept harassing the enemy with his mouth.

"I've heard that the Tartar Qing royal family has no dragon bloodline. Where did you come from, you bastard, and you dare to call yourself 'I'?"

Ander's words seemed to have provoked the prematurely deceased emperor, and tentacles emerged from all directions, blocking Ander's escape route.

The man suddenly appeared in front of Ander, a victorious smile on his face.

"Who says only you demons can transform into dragons? I, too, can transform into a dragon."

On Ander's back, Angers' eyes widened. The man in front of him had actually been an ordinary human being?

Chapter 49 A God So Weak

Evolving into a dragon is the dream of countless hybrids, and now, before Ander, this terrifying behemoth is perhaps the closest to success.

Even before transforming into a dragon, this monster was just a young and mediocre human, with absolutely no dragon blood.

Ander hovered in the air, dodging the tentacles around him. He knew he couldn't continue like this; he had to finish the fight quickly.

"Angers, can your Word of Power still be used?"

"Yes, I can manage."

Time Zero has one advantage over similar instantaneous attacks: it allows other companions to enter a state of extreme speed. Ander plans to use this to quickly eliminate the monster.

As Ender flew above the black tide, he broke through the encirclement of tentacles and was trying to find the monster's weakness.

"So you are the Shunzhi Emperor?"

Ander kept talking; he could tell that the monster's mind was unstable, and perhaps he could get more information out of it.

“How familiar… Yes, my reign title was indeed Shunzhi… But now, I am a prince of the Dragon Clan…”

He paused, then let out a terrifying shriek, and a name echoed through the space.

Garuda!

Angers' expression was very solemn. The prince was a second-generation species among the dragons, second only to the dragon king, and possessed world-destroying power.

"A slime monster who can't even use the power of words dares to call himself a prince? I feel sorry for you. Didn't your father teach you what shame is?"

"Oh... I forgot, what right do you Tartars have to talk about propriety, righteousness, and shame?"

Ander continued to mock the Shunzhi Emperor—no, he should now be called Garuda. Clearly, Garuda was not yet fully in control of himself and had completely lost his mind under Ander's taunts.

"What do you know! I am doing this for the eternal reign of the Qing Dynasty, for the legacy passed down from our ancestors!"

"In order to transform into a dragon, I swallowed the cocoon of that demonic dragon and imprisoned it with my own body for over a hundred years."

Garuda's attacks grew stronger with each wave, their chaotic attacks appearing from all directions around Ander, frantically destroying everything around them.

"Why are those monsters allowed to be high and mighty? Why are you demons all-powerful? I am the true dragon emperor, the supreme ruler! I too will transform into a dragon! I am the dragon!"

Black slime began to spread upwards from Garuda's waist, and its originally normal form began to mutate, gradually resembling that of a reptile.

"Do you know why that demonic dragon came to me? He sealed away his king, but feared that he would one day awaken and seek revenge, so he came to me..."

"This traitorous scoundrel! He wants to rely on me to help him collect the sorcerers within the Qing Dynasty, and he wants to use the power of those freaks to rise to a higher position."

Ander broke free from the encirclement of the two tentacles, revealing a significant opening in Garuda's mutterings. In the midst of the chaos, he cast an acceleration spell on himself, charging towards Garuda's human body at an even faster speed.

Ander dared not use the Blink spell, as he still had someone attached to him, and if he made a mistake, he would regret it.

"But I turned the tables on him, modified the formation here, and kept bleeding him, making this demonic dragon the dragon vein of my Great Qing!"

Garuda was still showing off his scheme when Ander realized what the black liquid was. It wasn't a potion extracted from the blood of a hybrid at all, but rather the processed blood of this pseudo-dragon.

The hybrids who died in the pyramids were merely fodder to feed this monster.

Now, sharp, twisted claws began to appear on the hands of the emperor who had been reborn as Garuda, and black tentacles emerged from the muscles of his arms.

He looked at Ander flying towards him, and instead of summoning black slime as a shield to block the attack as before, he confidently raised his newly grown claws to meet Ander's attack.

Dragon wars have always been close-quarters combat, with words of power serving only as a minor, ineffective aid.

“Angers, now, pull all of us in.”

The surging black water on the ground stopped instantly, and everything became incredibly slow.

Angers stood on Ander's back, his body radiating white steam, and transformed into his dragon-born form once again. His golden eyes burned, making him look extremely domineering, which complemented his handsome appearance.

In order to pull everyone into the space of time zero, Angers once again burned his blood. With the blessing of the third blood surge, Angers' words of power became stronger than ever before.

"Hurry, I can't hold on much longer!"

Golden blood spilled from Angers' lips as his body began an irreversible transformation into a dragon.

Ander looked at Garuda, who was now in slow motion, and without hesitation scratched his chest with a claw. He released a disintegration spell, and the green light destroyed the pitiful monster's strong body.

The next moment, two figures rushed up. They were the Chu siblings. Judging from their burning golden eyes, they had obviously used a similar blood-rage secret technique.

Chu Hao, wielding an ordinary axe, chopped at Garuda's outstretched arm, while Chu Jie drew his sword in mid-air, the red-glowing blade slamming into Garuda's chest.

Throwing knives and bullets arrived before they could strike, and the members of the Heaven and Earth Society were not going to let this monster go. The two ranged support members were not to be outdone and launched attacks on Ander's back.

Ander could see the look of fear on Garuda's face. If Garuda could still use the power of words and still possessed the authority of a prince, then Angers' power of words would be nothing more than showing off his limited skills before an expert.

But now, his power is in Ander's hands, and he is nothing more than a big slime monster that can only smash people with its tentacles. Garuda's resistance to the power of words is not even as good as that of ordinary hybrids.

Garuda's chest was ripped open by Ander's Disintegration Technique, and Chu Jie's slash added a red and black scar to it.

Bullets and throwing knives pierced Garuda's sternum and penetrated his mangled internal organs. He opened his mouth, not to roar, but to get more air.

The next second, time suddenly returned to normal, and the black water below began to flow. Ander used the falling people as a springboard, while a figure rushed toward the severely injured Garuda at an incredible speed.

It was Angers. He was unable to maintain the power of the Word of Power he had placed on Anders and the others, but the remaining power still allowed him to get close to the monster and complete his revenge.

A flash of cold light, and Garuda's arrogant head was chopped off by Angers with his folding knife. His face still bore an expression of terror, clearly unaware of his own vulnerability.

Ander swooped down and caught Angers, who looked miserable, but was still alive.

“You stole my thunder. By my standards, this is a demigod.”

Angers opened his eyes and said with a smile:

"Is that so? What a weak god."

Chapter Fifty: The End of the Dragon Vein

The headless corpse trembled and was quickly assimilated into a pool of black liquid by the black slime below. Now, with the death of Garuda, the interior of Nibelungen has become a swamp.

The black water churned and rolled, and every now and then, white human skulls were washed to the surface by the current; they were nothing more than the remains of those that had been swallowed up.

Ander led the group as they flew above the black waters. The dragon surveyed the area; everything here had been destroyed by Garuda. Its originally viscous body had gradually disintegrated and turned into black water as the human parts died.

The enormous body transformed into a torrent of water that unleashed a tsunami within Nibelungen, submerging the former buildings in endless waves.

"It's finally over."

Ander breathed a sigh of relief. He felt more fulfilled than ever before after this adventure. You know, being able to experience an adventure that only exists in stories is the dream of most bards.

After all, most adventure missions involve fighting goblins or scavenging for insects and rats in the sewers. Being able to fight a dragon is something adventurers can boast about for a lifetime, even if it's just shooting an arrow at the dragon from a few hundred meters away.

Ander discerned the direction and flew back the way they had come. Below, the black tide surged, and the waves grew larger and larger.

Ander dodged a giant wave and suddenly discovered that a huge whirlpool had appeared where Garuda had died. It was absorbing the surrounding seawater and forming a huge vortex on the black lake surface.

"This is never going to end..."

Golden dragons soared through the air as Ander tried to find a way out of Nibelungen. He flapped his wings and hovered in the air, using his magic to sense the changes in this space.

The magic was released and spread around Ander. If the space Ander had previously perceived was a stable egg, now the eggshell was full of cracks and was teetering on the verge of collapse with each tremor.

"This place is going to collapse!"

Ander climbed higher, and the black water rose once more, as if the monster's body contained an endless supply of liquid.

Where? Where?

Ander tried hard to sense the fluctuations in the surrounding space. Now Ander felt that this space was full of flaws, but none of them were the path to the outside world that he wanted.

A gentle breeze swept by, and Ander's keen sense of smell detected a scent on the wind that was completely different from the surrounding air—it was outside air, carrying the scent of spring rain.

Ander abruptly turned his head, following the wind, and found the source of the air movement.

"How did we end up here?"

Looking at the huge vortex beneath him, Ander knew that the air was coming in from the vortex's eye.

In Ander's perception, there was indeed a spatial rift at the center of this huge vortex, but it was uncertain where it led, though it was certainly not a dangerous place.

Ander held the five people to his chest, folded his wings, and charged straight down toward the mouth of the vortex.

"Hold on tight, everyone. It might get a bit bumpy."

As he plunged into the eye of the vortex, black waves scraped against Ander's skin, and the corrosive liquid changed the color of his scales. Ander aimed at the fissure in the center of the vortex and charged straight in.

The next second, Ander felt dizzy as he was swept away by the black water.

The spinning sensation made him feel like he was swimming in a washing machine, or like a cockroach being flushed down a toilet.

All he could do was hold the people in his arms tightly, tighten his body, close his eyes, and wait for it all to end.

After a short, difficult journey, Ender felt his head pass through a thin membrane and he breathed in the outside air.