Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

“They’re fine,” Lu Li waved casually. “I have a feeling they’re waiting for us up ahead.”

After passing through a somewhat sharp crystalline forest, they finally approached the bottom of the pit. Under the largest crystal pillar, Angers lay on the ground, with Zero tending to his wounds beside him.

Seeing the two approaching, Angers raised his pale face and greeted them: "You've come. Good luck, you've arrived just in time for the final moment."

Angers and Zero hid at the roots of the World Tree. Since most of the war between Ander and the gods was fought on the ground, nothing much happened underground. However, Angers' arm was comminuted and fractured during the rescue, and it would probably take a long time to recover.

Giovanni stood there hesitantly, unsure whether she should go forward, while Lu Li ran over, pushed aside Zero who was applying medicine, and took the bandage to bandage Angers.

“Hiss… Let Zero handle this.” Angers shifted his body subtly, turned his face to the side, and gestured with his chin toward the crystal pillar beside him: “Ander is right there, about to hatch.”

Lu Li obediently turned her head. In the crystal pillar beside her, a brass-colored dragon egg lay quietly, like an insect in amber, peacefully encased within the crystal pillar.

Seemingly sensing Lu Li's gaze, the dragon egg in the crystal pillar began to vibrate, and the entire massive crystal pillar emitted a dazzling light. Then it gradually shrank, and the magic contained within was absorbed into the dragon egg, constantly stimulating the egg to germinate.

Snap... Snap... Snap...

A crack appeared on the brass-colored dragon egg, then the egg shattered, and a small dragon, less than a meter long, emerged from the broken shell and crystal pillar, speaking its first words to Angers:

"I've really lost big this time. All my flesh and blood, and all my magic, are buried in that magic net!"

"So what? You're still alive." Angers smiled kindly, closed his eyes, and whispered, "It's good that you're alive."

“Tch…that’s the essence I’ve accumulated over the years,” Ander said, walking up to Angers on his four little legs and taking out a spatial bag. “Luckily, this thing wasn’t lost.”

At this moment, Qiao Wenni finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Second Uncle, where is Mingfei?"

Ander looked at a similar crystal pillar nearby, and shot a small fireball at it. Cracks appeared on the crystal pillar, revealing one of the boys inside.

“His soul was severely damaged, so I created a new body for him, a body that is more able to accept his soul.”

He was an eleven or twelve-year-old Chinese boy with his eyes closed, and his features were delicate and handsome.

Ander smiled as he looked at the girl he had raised:

"So, Little Pear, you have a little brother now."

Chapter 656 A New Adventure (The Finale)

A month later, Ander, who had partially regained his form, was lying in the dragon's nest, occasionally hissing as he gasped for air, his muscles twitching as if something was poking his buttocks.

Ander has now grown to two meters long, but his body is still fragile and his magic has not yet recovered. However, he is about to do something, something that can change the world.

He mixed his own blood with magical materials collected from all over the world to create a familiar magic circle, then threw in Bahamut's emblem and began to communicate with the leader of the metal dragon.

Angers sat on a recliner in Ander's lair, one arm hanging limply. In just one month, Angers had aged considerably; his once straight back had hunched over, and wrinkles had begun to appear on his face.

The loss of his dragon bloodline severely weakened him, and he was no longer the invincible dragon slayer. Meanwhile, Ander planned to make a deal, a deal with the gods.

Bahamut's phantom appeared in the center of the magic circle. As his faith continued to expand on Earth, his connection with this land became increasingly close, and he no longer needed to expend as much effort to send messages as before.

"Boss, you've got quite a haul this time, haven't you?" Ander looked at the phantom of the dragon god floating in the sky, calling him "boss" but without a trace of respect in his tone: "The soul of an indigenous god is a treasure even in Paradise Mountain."

“No, my offspring, that evil soul was shattered into countless fragments the moment it entered Paradise Mountain,” Bahamut said with a hint of helplessness, yet also with a touch of doting affection for Ander. “I didn’t get much.”

“But even so, it’s still quite a lot. Boss Bahamut, do you remember what you told us?” Ander tilted his head and recited the Dragon God’s teachings with neither humility nor arrogance: “Don’t let greed cloud your mind. At the same time, remember to ask for reasonable compensation.”

The brass dragon looked fearlessly at the dragon god before him: "It's time to pay the debt, Boss Bahamut."

Bahamut looked at the brass dragon in front of him. He was well aware of the nature of this chaotic group of offspring. The brass dragons, who were always eager to do things for profit, liked to become mercenaries for other creatures. But he never expected that a dragon general would set his sights on him.

Bahamut is a god of the Lawful alignment and the most law-abiding being. Ender is not worried about the other party reneging on the deal, but only about whether the reward offered is reasonable enough.

"Then what do you want, my greedy and generous offspring?" Bahamut looked down at Ander, pondered for a moment, and finally asked, "You are unwilling to walk the path I have given you, nor are you willing to go to Paradise Mountain. Perhaps you are yearning for the treasure of the Dragon God?"

Anders shook his head and looked at Angers in the rocking chair next to him. The old man was snoring soundly. "I met a nice conversationalist here, but unfortunately, the shelf life was too short."

"So you want to exchange the soul of a god for the youth of a human?" Bahamut asked with some surprise. "That's really... a condition that's very unlike a dragon's."

“But I think it’s worth it. Sometimes a good conversation partner is priceless,” Ander said quietly, with a hint of complaint. “So let it be. Anyway, the soul is in your hands. Whether it’s worth it or not is up to you, boss.”

Bahamut wanted to punish his son who had slandered the gods, but he held back. He stretched out his dragon claws at Angers, and divine power wrapped around Angers, seeping into his skin like starlight.

“A mortal who has fought against dragons all his life deserves a better future.” Nourished by divine power, Angers’ body quickly became younger, his cloudy eyes became clear, and his scarred arms were reborn.

In the blink of an eye, the once frail and elderly Angers transformed into a young man in his early twenties, just like the dashing Cambridge PhD of yesteryear, capable of captivating the white-dressed girls by the Cambridge Bridge with a single glance.

Angers stood up from the rocking chair, looking at Ander with disbelief: "Why...?"

“Because I’m happy.” Ander replied irritably, wagging his tail to calm the other down, twitching his rear end a few times, and then giving Bahamut a signature brass dragon smile.

“Then, we might be able to make a deal, right, boss?” Ander’s back muscles twitched involuntarily, and his smile grew even brighter.

Bahamut looked at his offspring and gave a similar smile: "Tell me, what do you want?"

Only then did Ander reveal the reason for his body convulsing: a scepter and a crown appeared in the air, flying behind Ander and constantly poking his buttocks.

“See? These two things have been bothering me lately because the magic network on this planet needs a real god to oversee it,” Ander said helplessly, looking at the crown and scepter fluttering behind him. “But I don’t want to lock my soul in the magic network.”

“This is divinity,” Bahamut said, exasperated. “And you actually want to give up something like this?”

"A godhood that's only useful on one planet?" Ander countered. "It's more like a maintenance worker for the magic network than a god. I can't handle that kind of troublesome work."

“But you’re different, boss. You have countless incarnations and can create countless clones. Sending one over to oversee things wouldn’t be difficult, right?” Ander winked at the Dragon God, wanting him to send someone to take his place in jail.

Bahamut saw through the other party's plan at a glance, paused for a moment, and then smiled slightly: "I may have a better way to deal with this kind of thing."

Bahamut gently grasped the scepter and crown in his hand, and they merged together, transforming into four gems of different colors.

"The power is divided into four parts, and the divine essence of fire belongs to you." A red gem landed on Ander's chest, containing all the knowledge about fire within the magic network, enough for him to continue on this path.

"The Wind Godhood is mine, consider it payment for my assistance." Bahamut accepted the blue gem in his hand with a smile; it would become one of the treasures in his treasury.

Then, two glass jars appeared in front of Bahamut, containing the brain cores of Fenrir, the king of the earth and mountains, and Skadi, the king of the sea and water.

"The remaining parts shall be returned to their rightful owners, one to control the operation of the Earth Magic Network, and the other to control the operation of the Ocean Magic Network." Bahamut pointed his finger, the glass jar shattered, and two human bodies were created from nothing.

They were two children, a boy and a girl, about eight or nine years old, with chubby faces and very cute. Fenrir was still scratching his head, seemingly confused, while Skadi, the Water Queen, had already knelt on the ground, worshipping the god before her.

“They will become my servants, controlling the flow of magic on this planet,” Bahamut whispered to Ender. “As for the sky, that will belong to humanity. The universe is still vast, isn’t it?”

Ander smiled: "That's right, so in the end, I still need a magic ship, a magic ship that can travel through the stars. A new adventure is about to begin."

……

A few days later, Angers looked at the USS Good Guy Richard floating in the air and asked with a twitching mouth, "Is this the magic ship you were talking about?"

“Of course! A magic ship has to be a ship, and what could be more suitable for traversing the stars than an aircraft carrier?” Ander said casually. “So hurry up and board the ship. Wait for me, our adventure is about to begin.”

Angers shook his head helplessly and asked, "And what about you? What are you going to do?"

"To finish one last thing, a small thing." Ander smiled meaningfully, and with a flash of teleportation, he arrived in a room.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses was sitting at his desk, agonizing over his new book. He was a writer who excelled at turning everything into romance, and his words always carried the melancholy of youth.

Ander cast a Charm spell on a human and said to him with a smile:

"I said, you write..."

"Lu Mingfei typed 'GG' and exited the game..."

End of the book

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