Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Second Uncle, you've arrived."

Lu Youde was dressed in a military uniform, with bright, piercing eyes; he looked like a capable person.

"Did you bring the things?"

"Right here."

Lu Youde led Ande around several corners and saw a truck parked there. A person wearing a cloak and hood was sitting in the truck bed, leaning against a large wooden box.

"It was soaked in mercury inside, and Uncle Wang escorted it closely the whole way."

Ander nodded in satisfaction, dismissed Lu Youde, and found someone to move the box to the ice cellar beneath Kassel College.

The hooded man didn't say a word the whole way, just silently followed Ander.

Upon arriving at the ice cellar, Ander made an excuse to send the others away and led the hooded man into his dragon's lair.

"Old Wang, you've worked hard. You don't need to pretend anymore."

The man nodded, took off his hood, and inside was a monster with a dragon's head. This was the true dragonborn, with a dragon's head and a human body, covered in scales, but without dragon wings.

Old Wang was once an ordinary human, and the only ordinary human dragonborn that Ander transformed. The transformation ritual seemed to have caused some irreversible damage to Old Wang, rendering him unable to speak again.

Ender originally intended to save him, but it caused irreversible consequences. From that day on, Ender decided to abandon the plan to transform ordinary people into dragonborn.

As for Old Wang, whose form has undergone a drastic change, he can no longer live in the human world. After working with Ander to defeat the Japanese invaders who burned down the village, Old Wang decides to follow Ander.

Even Lu Youde didn't know that this stern-faced Uncle Wang was actually a dragon descendant with a dragon's head.

From that day on, Kassel College gained a taciturn member of the school's administrative department, who was said to be the butler of Mr. Lu Ander, a member of the school's board of directors.

Chapter Sixty: History That Cannot Be Changed

After Old Wang arrived, Ander's dragon nest finally became more lively, at least someone was willing to come and sweep up the fallen dragon scales.

For Ander, the most important thing right now is what's in the box in front of him.

It was a dragon cocoon, discovered in a ruin in southwestern China. After being extracted, it was sent to the United States along with some international students.

Whether it's the conjecture that Ander proposed earlier, or the desire to gain further power, it's necessary to study the dragon race.

Ander knew that he couldn't rely on those hybrids who were obsessed with slaying dragons; the only ones he could depend on were the dragon descendants who had inherited his bloodline.

During his years in China, Ander did not deliberately convert dragonborn, since the conversion ritual consumed his own blood. After discovering that dragonborn conversion was harmful to ordinary people in this world, Ander only converted a few Chinese-Chinese hybrids who had crossed the bloodline threshold.

The brass dragon bloodline from Ander and the dragon blood in the hybrids achieved a wonderful balance, preventing them from becoming too dragon-like, while giving them a longer lifespan and stronger abilities than ordinary hybrids.

Ender called them Dragonborn hybrids, or more simply, new hybrids.

However, this does not mean they are safe. When using techniques like Bloodlust, the two bloodlines in these new hybrids may become unbalanced, eventually turning into a pile of minced meat in the conflict between the two bloodlines.

Angers should be thankful; if Ander hadn't given him extra dragon blood during the transformation, he might have died in the bloodbath long ago.

Now, even though Ander is very restrained in converting dragon blood, those new hybrids are getting married and having children, who in turn have grandchildren, and so on. This has led to the emergence of many hybrids with Ander's bloodline among the Chinese hybrids.

Among these mixed-race students who come to study, the proportion of newly mixed-race individuals is quite significant, accounting for more than half.

These people will become the main force in future research, combining alchemy and magic.

During Ander's time of slacking off, the days passed quickly. Chu Jie, who was once illiterate, learned English, obtained a doctorate from Harvard, and became the feared dean of students at Kassel College, later becoming the director of the disciplinary committee.

Lu Youde studied at Kassel College for a period of time, and his adventurous spirit made him a lone wolf after returning to China, roaming all over the country and collecting dangerous alchemical artifacts.

Some of the young people who appeared in the stories began to reappear, such as Manstein before he was bald.

An overweight alchemist was lured to the Kassel College by Angers. After signing a series of contracts, the alchemist became the vice principal of Kassel and worked with the dragonborn to study the magic array brought by Ander.

After the founding of Kassel College, Ander lived a life of leisure, or rather, the life that most dragons longed for.

Waking up every day in a bed made of gold, playing with gems while eating a roasted lamb that's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, wandering around the campus, chatting with people, taking a sand bath in the afternoon, and occasionally going out on field missions to smash the heads of a few hybrids with his warhammer.

For Ander, the biggest thing during this period was probably that Angers and his team created an intelligent assistant named Norma. Although it was still quite stupid at the moment, Ander believed that one day it would be able to chat with him.

Finally, Ander's slacker life was disrupted in September 1970 when a new hybrid from China arrived at the Dragon's Nest and reported good news to Ander: the research on the new magic array was successful.

During Ander's years of leisure, the new hybrids at Kassel College never gave up their research on the magic circle that Bahamut had given Ander. After several disputes with Ander, the magic circle was finally named: "Sacrifice Magic Circle".

Ander looked at the magic circle in front of him. It largely retained the structure of the original magic circle, but added a lot of alchemical elements from this world to the corners.

"The added binding function can precisely separate the dragon's three natures, reducing energy loss..."

A white man wearing a cowboy hat was introducing his masterpiece to the side; he was none other than Nicholas Flamel, the vice principal of Kassel and the Night Watchman.

This guy once went to China to form the Flying Tigers. By chance, he saw the original version of the sacrificial magic circle. Angers used the magic circle as bait to lure him into joining Kassel College.

Ander transformed into human form and stood beside the magic circle, where there was a metal sphere with a metal rod attached to its lower part, which was responsible for inputting magic power.

“Mr. Ander, let us take a look.”

The vice principal adjusted his hat, looking at Ander and the cocoon in the center of the magic circle. Even though he had modified the magic circle, the sacrificial magic circle still required magic to activate.

Amidst the flashing sparks, the cocoon placed in the center of the magic circle cracked open, and a sticky human body curled up and rolled out.

He was bound within the magic circle, his own spiritual power suppressed, and could only tremble as black blood flowed out, awaiting his death.

Nicholas, standing beside him, trembled slightly. His Word of Power was a commandment that could suppress other Words of Power, and in this experiment, he was responsible for suppressing the Word of Power of this dragon.

After a long while, in the black smoke, a pool of black sludge, a white fleshy ball, and a red gem appeared on the magic circle.

"It really happened..."

Nicholas stared blankly at the three different forms of matter in the magic circle. In Ender's theory, these three substances represented the dragon's divinity, humanity, and bestiality, and were known as the three natures.

Several people in protective suits stepped forward and sorted the substances in the magic array.

Ander walked over to Nicholas with the red gem in his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Congratulations, we have successfully eliminated a secondary species."

"I only made some minor changes."

Nicholas stared enviously at the gem in Ander's hand. He tried to swallow the refined stone, but found that he could not digest it. The next day, the thing appeared in the toilet.

"You should think about how to deal with the board of directors."

Nicholas slapped Ander's hand away. If those gentlemen knew that a second-generation cocoon had been decomposed like this, they would probably go crazy.

"It's alright, it was brought from China twenty years ago and has never been in the school's inventory."

Ander shrugged. After the cocoon was brought over, he kept it in his treasure vault. Now that Lu Youde's son has been born, Ander has finally taken it out.

For the past twenty years, the hybrids at Kassel College have been improving the magic array to ensure that he can successfully decompose this second-generation species, so as not to repeat the mistakes made in the Dragon Vein back then.

Now, Ender has finally obtained what he wanted: the authority of a prince of bronze and fire.

Brass dragons are more compatible with fire, which is why Andre went into a slumber after absorbing the power of Garuda, the heir of the wind prince—because Garuda's power was not suitable for him.

And now, Ender has finally found the authority that suits him, and the devouring can begin.

Back at the dragon's lair, after instructing Old Wang to guard the door, Ander transformed back into his original form and swallowed a gem the size of an adult's fist in one gulp.

The red gem melted inside his body, and Ander closed his eyes, but this time, the scene before him was completely different.

It was a world of ice and snow, thick snow covering Ander's toes, and a pillar stood at the edge of a distant black mountain range.

The wind howled, carrying snowflakes that lashed fiercely against Ander's golden scales.

"interesting……"

A similar thing happened when he devoured Garuda's authority last time; Andre also saw some illusions, but they were nowhere near as clear as this time.

Ander flapped his wings and flew toward the towering column. The closer he got, the more he realized how enormous the column was. The column, which would take dozens of people to encircle, was cast in bronze and had long been covered with green rust over the endless years.

Upon closer inspection of the patterns on the bronze pillar, Ander discovered that the patterns were actually individual characters arranged in a special way to form a calligraphic pattern.

"The history of the dragon race is engraved on bronze pillars, written from bottom to top, from the past to the future; the pillars are the axis of time..."

A childish voice came from behind Ander, as if a little child were speaking in Ander's ear.

"The history written on the pillars is what has not yet happened; this part is the prophecy."

Ender's body was lifted rapidly by the air below, all the way to the top of the bronze pillar.

"Everything was predetermined. Who will live and who will die, when the king will return, when the traitors will perish—the history of the dragon race is unchanging."

At the top of the bronze pillar, a boy sits at a European-style dining table, quietly enjoying a variety of afternoon tea dishes.

His short legs swung about, and his golden vertical pupils scrutinized the bronze-colored dragon in front of him with great interest.

"But you are not, you shouldn't be here."

The boy put down his teacup and struck a pose like a little adult.

“A dragon, belonging neither to the Black King nor the White King, nor to any of the gods’ offspring, you suddenly appeared in this world and disrupted my script.”

Ander flapped his wings and looked at the exquisitely beautiful little child in front of him. He was wearing a well-fitting children's suit and looked like the heir of an ancient noble family.

"so what?"

Ander landed on top of the bronze pillar, climbed down in a more comfortable position, and stretched his limbs.

Has anyone ever told you that you look like a cat?

The boy looked at Ander as if he were looking at an orange cat stretching.

"Perhaps, but let's talk about history instead."

Ander gazed at the boy before him. He was so small, yet the inner strength within him frightened Ander.

"Do you know how much effort it took me to make the explosion of the dragon vein consistent with history?"

The boy placed his hands on his knees and asked in a condescending tone.

"And Friedrich, he should have lived into the 21st century instead of dying as a monster in a dragon vein."

Ander raised an eyebrow; it seemed this boy was the culprit who had caused his group to travel through time.

Such a small body can control time; it must be the incarnation of some god in this world.

"so what?"

The boy's expression softened, and his tone became pleading.

"Mr. Ander, my brother is about to wake up. Could you please not disturb him?"