Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Dragons... may have once been human."

"You son of a bitch, do you know what you're saying?"

Henkel jumped up from his chair excitedly. If what Ander said was true, it meant that countless hybrids were one step closer to their dream of becoming dragons.

"I conducted several more experiments and came to the conclusion that this fleshy ball is an important component of the dragon cocoon, and even the core of the dragon's rebirth."

Henkel stared intently at the cylinder in Ander's hand, as if he wanted to snatch it and lock it in his safe. Ander shook his head and put the cylinder away.

"Do you want it? You should know what to do."

Henkel took a few deep breaths, sat down, and said in a pleading tone:

“I will persuade the mixed-race population in North America to raise money to establish a fund for the Kassel College, and in the future, all mixed-race people in North America will be required to enroll in the Kassel College.”

Henkel had already decided to provide both money and manpower; if anyone refused to send their child to school, he would shoot them in the head with a pistol.

Angers shook his head; these were just the tip of the iceberg compared to the news he had just heard.

“I and the North American mixed-race people will serve you… for ten… no, thirty years.”

"Anything is fine as long as it's not excessive."

Henkel looked at Angers, who knew Henkel was serious. Although there was a deep conflict between them, he believed that this old Texas cowboy was a man of his word.

"Remember your promise."

With a whoosh of the wind, Angers and Ander disappeared from Henkel's sight. The old sheriff, still in his pajamas, shook his head helplessly and muttered:

"Is it really necessary to use words of power? Angers, you're going too far..."

Angers and Anders suddenly appeared on the edge of the town. Han Gao didn't know that their disappearance just now was not due to the power of the Word of Power, but rather the effect of the teleportation spell.

"Is everything you're saying true?"

Angers asked.

"Yes, but there's one thing I didn't mention: the cells of this fleshy ball are completely those of ordinary people. Think about that dragon prince Garuda. Why didn't he go after all those mixed-race people in China? Why did he go after that Tartar emperor?"

"Because he is...an ordinary person?"

"Yes, that's why hybrids can never become... dragons."

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Divinity, Humanity, and Bestiality

In a cave on the outskirts of Chicago.

Anders and Angers sat facing each other in the cave, with an old-looking table in front of them.

A desk lamp sits on the table, illuminating the surrounding wrinkled canvas.

"I thought you would build the teaching building first."

"No, we need to build a warehouse first to store the school's supplies."

"So you hollowed out a mountain?"

"My school deserves the best."

Anders and Angers chatted while looking at the three items on the table: a vial of black blood, a half-opened mass of flesh, and a yellow gem.

These are the three substances that Ander separated from that third-generation species. With the construction of the Kassel College underway, Angers and Ander finally had time to have a proper talk.

"So, you still haven't told me what these three things are for."

Angers picked up the yellow gem. He knew it was a Word of Power that Ander had separated using a special magic circle, but Ander preferred to call it "Authority".

"What you hold in your hand is authority, representing the power of words used by the dragon race."

Ander picked up the vial of black blood, shook it, and then said:

"This is the blood of the dragon race, possessing immense power."

He put down the blood sample and pointed to the glass cylinder, continuing:

"This is a special organ that I separated from the dragon's cocoon, composed entirely of human cells."

Ander snatched the yellow gem from Angers' hand and put the three things together.

"The power of words represents divinity."

Ander pointed to the yellow gem.

"A strong physique represents bestiality."

Ander tapped the test tube containing black blood.

"Captivating wisdom represents humanity."

Ander placed his hand over the cylinder.

"Divinity, bestiality, and humanity combined together constitute what is known as a dragon."

Drawing an arc with his finger to frame the three objects together, Ander stated his conclusion.

"I've always wondered, where did the dragons of your world come from?"

"Created by Nidhogg, the Black King."

Angers was very familiar with the history of the dragons and immediately gave the answer without hesitation.

"Even Nuwa needed clay and water to create humans, so what did the Black King use?"

Angers was speechless for a moment; who could truly understand mythology?

"Now I understand, the Black King created these fake dragons using humans."

Do you know anything about computers?

Now that computers exist, Angers is naturally familiar with these huge machines, and he plans to set one up here for research.

"I have reason to believe that the Black King used humans as the brains of those dragons, combined with powerful bodies and authority, and finally created pseudo-dragons, just like the robots in science fiction that think with computers."

Ander looked radiant and gave his answer without hesitation.

"This explains why the dragons in your world are so strange, because most of them are just weapons, puppets of the Black King."

Angers frowned as he pondered the information Ander had provided, and keenly noticed a problem.

"Then the four monarchs?"

"I have a theory about the rebellion of the four monarchs."

Ander gestured with both hands to widen his expression as he continued his explanation.

"The four monarchs have greater power and stronger bodies, so more humanity is needed to achieve a balance."

Andrew patted the glass cylinder and gave it a playful smile.

"Then the human brain inside the four kings' bodies is very likely complete, or even contains a human being."

"That's why they betrayed us. It's not the nature of dragons, but the inherent flaws of humankind."

As Angers listened to Ander's story, he suddenly recalled the story in the Bible: Eve ate the forbidden fruit containing the knowledge of the world and was expelled from the Garden of Eden. Could the rebellion of the four monarchs also be due to eating the fruit of the knowledge of the world?

That's all I can think of. It's better to leave the rest to the professionals.

Ander handed the cylinder to Angers, who took a briefcase from under his feet, placed the cylinder inside the foam, and carefully locked it.

Whether Ander's conclusion is right or wrong, Angers must cherish this hard-won opportunity, which may be the closest humanity has ever come to those dragons.

Has what I ordered been delivered?

Seeing that Angers had put his things away, Ander began to pay attention to other things.

The matter in China can now be temporarily put to rest. With his help, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army is stronger than before, and Henkel is also trying to use his connections with people of mixed race to persuade the US government to negotiate peace with China as soon as possible.

In this world, the phrase "Let the soldiers go home before Christmas" might very well become a truth, but not as a victor, but as a loser.

So, at Angers' request, Ander decided to build a dragon's nest at the Kassel College. He had been wandering for long enough, and now that he was over 150 years old, he still didn't have a fixed dragon's nest. It was like being a 30-year-old sleeping on the streets, which was not good.

Out of consideration for Angers, Ander reluctantly built the dragon's nest inside the Kassel College.

According to Angers' plan, he would hollow out the hill and build an academy on the top, with the interior space serving as a research institute for the dragons and a storage room for important items.

He even envisioned a ridiculously large principal's office, an extra-long elevator connecting the principal's office to the underground space, a private aquarium for the principal, and an underground simulated biosphere.

Which child wouldn't want their own zoo and aquarium?

"It was just delivered. Do you want to go take a look?"

Angers put the suitcase aside. This area was absolutely safe for now. Once construction began, Angers would move these things to another location.

Anders and Angers walked into another warehouse, which mainly contained building materials, the most eye-catching of which was a large bronze door.

The gate, which is over three meters tall, is carved with a variety of patterns that combine Chinese and Western styles. A smiling face is embossed in the center of the gate and surrounded by these patterns.

"Made using alchemy, it is a work by an alchemist who imitated the dragon race."

Ander took out a rusty metal snake from his spatial bag and gently placed it on the door. The next second, the snake came to life, its copper-green body wriggling on the door until it found a suitable spot and coiled into a circle.

A magical light flashed, and with the summoning of servants, the smiling face moved and spoke.

"Boss, you've finally found me a good place. I was so frustrated before."

This was the same living spirit that Ander had found in Nibelungen. The treasure room of the dragon's nest was still missing a door, and Ander thought this guy would be perfect.

"From now on, you'll be in charge of guarding the gate."

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Dragon Climbing Frame

In the winter of 1950, an airplane landed at Chicago's airport.

Ender stepped off the plane; he had just returned from Northern Europe. The Beowulf family had gained a child with golden scales, and the world had gained a dragonborn.

The Beowulf family has been enemies of dragons for generations, and they are willing to pursue any power that can slay dragons.

Therefore, Angers inadvertently revealed to them a mysterious power from the East that could allow people to possess the power of dragons while maintaining their sanity, and so Beowulf found Ander.

Everything happened so naturally, the only problem being that the child's scales were a different color than those of previous generations of Beowulf. Hopefully, no one will question his lineage.

The fighting in North Korea is gradually subsiding. It's uncertain whether the Americans will be able to go home for Christmas, but the Chinese People's Volunteer Army will likely be able to go home for the Spring Festival.

The newspaper that Ander was holding had a front-page photo of a bald man and the wreckage of an airplane.