Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The enormous body writhed forward, propelled by the force of the water flow, struggling to break through the thin barrier.

With a sound of something breaking, Ander's body felt light, and he fell to the ground with a large amount of black water.

Ander steadied himself and found that he had not returned to Tongwan City, but had appeared in another desolate wilderness. The bright stars in the sky indicated that this should still be Earth, but Ander had no idea exactly where he was.

After setting Angers and the others down, the spatial rift had disappeared without anyone noticing. The land of the dead had ultimately become a dead zone. Hopefully, Li Wuyue won't be angry when she finds out her home has been flooded.

They used magic to collect the surrounding black liquid. After all, this stuff was related to the dragon race, and by modern standards it could be considered a level 5 dangerous item, so it couldn't be discarded casually.

Ander looked at the five people lying on the ground. They were all in bad condition, each with wounds on their bodies. They looked miserable because they had gotten covered in black water when they crossed the whirlpool.

After using magic to clean the liquid off the people, Ander lay on the ground, folded his wings, rested his chin on the ground, and hummed a soft song through his nose.

With guttural sounds and trilled tongues accompanying a simple melody, Andre closed his eyes and sang a lullaby his mother used to lull him to sleep when he was a child.

Several beams of magical light fell upon Angers and his companions, healing their severe injuries and restoring their strength.

A small glass bead was pulled out from the gap in the scales by Ander's tail. The next second, the glass bead shattered, and a semi-circular shield protected the group. The appearance of the shield kept changing until Ander's huge size and Angers and the others disappeared without a trace.

Leomon's Shelter Hut, a useful magic.

Ander felt he needed a good rest; he was exhausted from the trip. With the gentle breeze of early spring, Ander closed his eyes.

……

Two days later, in a courtyard house in Beiping, Angers was awakened from his sleep by the aroma of food and found himself lying on a large bed, next to Chu Hao and the others who were also unconscious.

Ander sat at an eight-immortal table in front of the bed, on which was a copper pot. He skillfully used chopsticks to scoop out a large chunk of cooked mutton, mixed it in the prepared sesame sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ander saw that Angers was awake. He chewed a couple of times, and the fat and lean mutton burst with the milky aroma of oil between his lips and teeth. It mixed with the fragrance of Erba sauce, the freshness of fermented bean curd, and the spiciness of chive blossom sauce, composing a beautiful culinary concerto.

"You're awake! Want to try some authentic old Beijing copper pot mutton hot pot? It's really delicious."

Ander waved his chopsticks, warmly inviting Angers to share the food with him.

Angers touched his head and discovered that a pair of dragon horns had grown out of the back of his head.

"What am I doing..."

"Your bloodline has awakened. From now on, you are a true dragon descendant, the kind you can't go back to."

Angers examined his body: brass-colored dragon scales, sharp claws, dragon horns on his head—he had finally become a monster.

"I've become Deadpool?"

“What are you talking about? You are still you, Mr. Hilbert Jean Angers.”

Ander waved his hand, not caring about the changes in Angers' heart. In the previous battle, he forcibly enhanced his bloodline, causing Angers to become a little dragon man.

Angers was in a state of utter confusion. He didn't know if he could continue to survive in human society in this state. Any hybrid would think he was a Deadpool if they saw him like this.

"I have good news and bad news to tell you."

Ander picked up a snow-white porcelain plate and pushed the bright red, hand-cut mutton slices onto it into the boiling copper pot.

"What's the good news?"

"The transformation spell can solve your current problem, so stop looking so sad and come eat something."

Ander picked up a piece of still pink lamb; the slices had only been in the pot for a few seconds, but for Angers, eating raw meat was no problem.

Place the tender slices of mutton in a bowl, drizzle with a little prepared sesame sauce, and Ander hands the porcelain bowl to Angers.

Angers walked over, holding a bowl, and stuffed large mouthfuls of meat slices into his mouth. The slightly bloody taste of the mutton reminded Angers of a medium-rare steak. The sweet juice flowed down his throat, and Angers exhaled a breath of air with the flavor of sesame sauce.

He only now realized how weak he was, unable even to hold the chopsticks properly.

"And the bad news?"

Angers put down his bowl and asked.

"It is now March 11, 1912. The Qing Dynasty has fallen."

"What!?"

The bowl and chopsticks in Angers' hands fell to the ground.

"We entered the dragon vein in January 1901, and now..."

Ander continued adding meat to the copper pot without a care in the world. He had bought enough meat from a restaurant for a whole day and stored it in his spatial bag, ready to enjoy it to his heart's content.

“The dragon vein and the Tatar Qing are one. If we destroy it, the Tatar Qing will also cease to exist. That makes perfect sense, doesn’t it, Angers?”

"Reasonable my foot!"

Angers, who had been maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, couldn't hold back and swore.

"Don't worry about it. Your Word of Power can still manipulate time, right? It's just time travel. There's nothing to be surprised about."

Ander no longer cared about time travel; after all, he had experienced enough.

"Although we lost a decade, on the bright side, you are ten years younger than everyone else."

Angers took two deep breaths, and in a fit of pique, picked up a piece of meat from the pot and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The hot meat burned his mouth, but it couldn't cause him any real harm.

Ender had another thought he didn't voice: how would the whole story have unfolded without him?

Without Ander's intervention, Angers would not have come to China at this time, Friedrich would have lived into the 21st century, and the Dragon Vein would have been destroyed by the Heaven and Earth Society in early 1912.

Now, Ender has come into this world and made countless changes. Logically, the world should be thrown into chaos by Ender's butterfly effect, but although the details are different, the major events still occur at the same time.

The Qing emperor still abdicated in 1912, and the dragon vein was destroyed at the same time, as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything and guiding the plot onto the right path.

"How are the others?"

Angers finished the meat in the copper pot and was now searching for any remaining fish in the pot with his chopsticks. As he stirred the broth, he asked...

"They've been corrupted by dragon blood. The black water contains a large amount of dragon blood, and they're irreversibly turning into undead, so..."

Angers' heart skipped a beat. He had spent so much time with the members of the Heaven and Earth Society and had developed a sense of camaraderie with them. He did not want to kill them, who had turned into Dead Servants, with his own hands.

"So I transformed them into my family, that is, the Dragonborn."

Since there is some force manipulating history, then let me turn history upside down!

Chapter 51 Reunion After Fifty Years

Summer of 1950, in the outskirts of Chicago, Illinois, USA.

In an inconspicuous, desolate mountain, a tent stands alone at the foot of the mountain.

This small hill and the surrounding land were bought in the last century, supposedly belonging to a European nobleman. As a result, this wasteland became a rare paradise near Chicago.

Aside from the mafia who secretly bring bodies here to bury, no one wants to disturb the peace of this land.

Until recently, a middle-aged man came here and showed the Chicago City Hall his land deed, and the seemingly reliable gentleman became the owner of the land.

After that, the gentleman named Hilbert Jean Angers refused the help of others and set up a tent alone at the foot of the hill, seemingly waiting for someone.

Every day he would walk around the area, carrying a hoe to dig up the gifts the Mafia had given to this land, gathering up the gruesome bones and rotting flesh, and then burning them to ensure the land's fertility and purity.

After a day's work, Mr. Hilbert Jean Angers returned to his small tent, which was not small at all, but similar to the yurts commonly seen on the steppes.

It was dark inside the tent. He fumbled to light the charcoal stove, then turned around with the oil lamp in hand. The light dispelled the darkness, and a figure was sitting on his cot.

"Long time no see, Angers."

The figure was carrying a large backpack. The thin cot creaked under the weight, making one's teeth ache. The figure threw down the backpack, which crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

He walked toward Angers, the dim light illuminating his face; it was Ander, who had spent most of his life in China.

Angers reached out, put the oil lamp aside, and gave André a big hug.

"Long time no see, old friend."

"Yeah, it's been almost twenty years. The last time I called you over was for some damn fake dragon."

Ander was equally excited. After the dragon vein was destroyed, Ander stayed in China, while Angers returned to Europe. A few years later, the First World War broke out, and the two were separated for long periods of time. Now they were finally reunited.

"Yes, I remember you shoving that shell up his ass, and then..."

"Don't mention that, it's disgusting..."

Ander looked uncomfortable. If it weren't for the need to capture the dragon alive, he wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure as letting the tranquilizer dart explode inside the dragon's intestines.

Angers patted Ander on the shoulder, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Ander, and asked:

"How are things now? Are Ah Hao and the others alright?"

"We'll talk about that later. As for you, do you still need to pretend in front of me?"

Angers gave a wry smile upon hearing this. In a flash of light, the elegant gentleman had transformed into a humanoid monster.

Golden scales, outstretched wings, and horns on its head all proclaimed its danger.

"Not bad, the wings have even grown."

Ander examined Angers' current state. Although his scales were covered in wounds, he could tell that Angers' strength had increased and the power in his bloodline had been unleashed.

"This is too dangerous..."

Angers was clearly not satisfied with his half-human, half-dragon appearance, which could easily be mistaken for Deadpool. Therefore, he had to carefully maintain his transformation. Fortunately, his Word of Power could control time, and he was saved from being discovered many times by his Word of Power.

"You should be content. You know, dragonborn should have dragon heads, but for some reason, people in your world don't have them after they transform."

For ordinary humans, transforming into a dragonborn will result in the growth of a dragon's head and claws. Only when a dragonborn grows to a certain stage and gradually strengthens its bloodline can it grow dragon wings.

However, when the hybrids in this world transformed into dragonborn, Ender discovered that these dragonborn did not grow dragon heads, but instead retained their human faces.

Ander speculated that this might be due to a conflict between two different bloodlines within the hybrid.

He patted the backpack beside his leg, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Ah Hao is dead."

Ander spoke calmly, as if those people were not his family and comrades, but some complete strangers.

"How...did he die?"

"Killed by the Japanese devils from the island nation."

After Angers left China, the September 18 Incident broke out in Northeast China, and the island nation launched a surprise attack on Northeast China. From this moment on, a war filled with the blood and tears of the Chinese people began.

"When the Japanese came, I thought they were just ordinary people... until I discovered this."

Ander kicked the backpack next to him, and the huge bag fell over, its contents scattering all over the floor.