Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Mr. Lu, the venue setup is almost complete."

Ander nodded in satisfaction. As expected of the infrastructure maniac, this level of site setup was a piece of cake for him.

"How's the arrival progress?"

"More than a thousand people have arrived, and the ones you specifically requested are all there."

"Tell them not to feel pressured, to think about the Platinum Dragon God as much as possible, and to read more doctrines and such."

Minister Lin wiped his sweat, a conflicted expression on his face.

"Xiao Lin, don't be nervous. We're here to treat patients and save lives, and also to contribute to the future."

"But Elder Lu, how can you be so sure that God is... on our side?"

Minister Lin's subtext was: what if this god wanted to rule humanity like Nighogd?

“I’ve already said it, this place is too far from where the boss is, he can’t come here, and the earth is too small, he can’t come down here either.”

"Most importantly, he is a lawful and good God, which means that his principle of conduct is altruistic."

Minister Lin's expression relaxed. It sounded like this Bahamut was indeed a good god. Gods who are farther away from Earth and the secular world are good gods.

That evening, the Great Hall was surrounded by soldiers. Inside the Great Hall, Ender transformed into his Dragonborn form, with a dragon head and wings on his back. His height of over two meters made him look quite imposing.

Gulweg sat in her wheelchair, holding little Caesar, looking at Ender, who had turned into a monster. She wasn't afraid; the message from the weasel told her that the monster in front of her was trustworthy.

Countless dragonborn huddled together around him, most of them covered in brass-colored scales. The most severely affected were nearly in the same shape as Ander, but missing a dragon's head.

"Let's prepare to begin the ceremony."

The people in the hall began to move, forming circles around Ander and Gulveig. The few dragonborn who worshipped Ander stood at the front, since worshipping Bahamut was the norm for most dragonborn.

Ander slashed his wrist and poured the blood into the magic circle beneath his feet.

A hymn written in dragon script was recited by the Dragonborn, accompanied by special dance steps and rhythms. Through the bridge of faith and blood, Ander once again sent a message to Bahamut.

"Hey, are you there?"

For a god, decades are but a fleeting moment, and even more so for a dragon god.

Bahamut was originally prepared to wait a thousand years, but after answering a few phone calls, he found himself with a thousand or eight hundred new followers in that unknown world.

For God, this is roughly equivalent to finding five dollars on the street—it's not very useful, but it's still a pleasant surprise.

Bahamut then entered this wider passage, with enough believers to allow him to transmit some power through it.

Upon receiving the call, Ander immediately launched into a string of compliments, the gist of which was:

Hamt, I've been running a branch here in this human-dominated land for quite some time now. Look at this sea of ​​dragonborn, it's all thanks to me.

Although they look a bit strange, they are all good kids who are willing to dedicate themselves to the cause of kindness and order. I may not have done anything special, but I have certainly put in the effort.

Look at the mother and child in the middle. They are both lawful and kind people. Although they have evil blood, their hearts are turned towards the light. Now they have been cursed by an evil god and they need your help, boss.

Bahamut looked around at the odd-looking dragonborn around him and the serious-looking Ander in the middle, and felt a headache coming on. He shouldn't have expected a chaotic and kind brass dragon to develop any serious followers.

There are many humans in this world, but not many gods. For Bahamut, it is a field for harvesting faith.

Looking at Gulweg in the middle, Bahamut's eyes lit up; this was a perfect opportunity to spread his faith.

For Bahamut, his favorite followers were not the metal dragons, but the devout dragonborn. To the metal dragons, God was just something to cling to before they died, while the dragonborn were more willing to offer their faith to Bahamut.

"In the name of Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon God, I bless you and your child."

Hongda's voice echoed in the auditorium. Bahamut had no choice but to take a gamble in order to gain the faith of this world.

With the blessing of the dragon god, Gulveig and Caesar's bodies began to uncontrollably transform into dragonkin.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Opening the Cannon

A few days ago, when Gulweg first arrived in China.

Minzhou is a provincial capital with little presence. If someone asks where the provincial capital of Hubei is, most people would probably answer Xiamen, the neighboring city, rather than Minzhou.

A man stood on the rooftop, staring at the dark clouds gathering on the horizon; a storm was about to break without warning.

He lit a cigarette and sighed:

"Wow, these dark clouds are huge!"

A woman's voice came from below:

"Chu Tianjiao! What are you doing up there when I told you to collect the clothes? No smoking allowed."

The man put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and hurriedly replied:

"Honey, just one puff, I'll be right back."

He hurriedly gathered his clothes, threw his cigarette on the ground, and went downstairs. His child had just been born, so he dared not smoke at home and could only indulge himself on the rooftop.

Su Xiaoyan snatched a pair of glasses and glared at Chu Tianjiao.

"Don't come in, you smell like smoke."

The man stood in the narrow stairwell, waiting for the smoke to dissipate. He took out a small notebook from his pocket and wrote on it:

"God is angry, a storm is brewing, and the reason is unknown."

Back to the present, the ceremony for Ander and the others went very smoothly, or rather, too smoothly.

Look at Gulveig, her arms are now covered in fine golden scales. I wonder if Pompeii-Gatuso likes it. What an energetic Argonian wife.

The earliest dragonborn originated from the blessing of Bahamut. Legend has it that a young man went up the mountain to chop wood, and when he returned home, he found that his village had been burned down by the flames of an evil dragon.

At that moment, Bahamut descended there, and under his blessing, the young man became the first Dragonborn, dedicating his life to spreading Bahamut's glory and fury.

Now that the story was about to repeat itself, Ander hurriedly stopped his boss from taking any further action. The appearance of a powerful dragonborn was something that neither he nor the world wanted to see.

"Boss, don't worry, let me explain..."

Ander quickly shared the situation of this world with Bahamut. After seeing the Dead Servants who were somewhat similar to the Dragonborn, Bahamut considered it for a moment and decided to add a little insurance to his plan.

Caesar retained his human appearance, but a golden reverse scale formed on the young Caesar's chest, containing divine power that would slowly change his body and beliefs.

Make him the dragonborn that Bahamut desires: a bishop of Bahamut in this world.

As for Gulveig, her body, tormented by the curse, had been altered by divine power and was irreversibly transforming into a dragonborn. Fortunately, Bahamut stopped at the last moment, preventing Gulveig's head from becoming deformed.

And the curse from Odin, manifested under Bahamut's divine power, is now causing the tip of Gungnir's spear to tremble uneasily.

Bahamut knew that once he broke the curse, he would immediately gain a devout follower.

"Let me see..."

The curse seemed weak, not even enough to kill an ordinary woman directly, but Bahamut could see that it involved an unknown deity who had placed the curse on the woman in a way that transcended cause and effect.

The divine power flowed along the faintly visible, powerful stream toward the unknown being. Bahamut decided to teach this evil god a lesson, to show him what a metal dragon's elder brother really was.

At this moment, the already gloomy sky over Minzhou suddenly darkened, and although it was noon, it felt as if time had fast-forwarded into night.

If you look down from the sky, you can see a huge cyclone forming in Minzhou. The surrounding cities are instantly hit by torrential rain and strong winds, but Minzhou, which is in the eye of the storm, is completely calm.

Chu Tianjiao, a newlywed police officer at the local police station, was changing into his police uniform. After returning from studying at Kassel College, his path took a different turn. Instead of joining the executive department in Kassel, he returned to China and joined a relevant department.

In his second year after joining, a secret mission led him away from the Southwest to Minzhou, where he went into hiding and, through the efforts of relevant departments, became a local police officer responsible for an area that included a highway.

At a social gathering, Chu Tianjiao fell in love at first sight with Su Xiaoyan, the most beautiful girl in the performing arts troupe. They quickly got married and had children, and all the police officers in the city knew that a young policeman had found love.

"Honey, keep an eye on Zihang today, I'm going out on duty."

"Today is a typhoon day."

"The order from above, honey, be careful. Seal all the doors and windows."

Reluctantly bidding farewell to his wife and children, Chu Tianjiao went downstairs and got into a police car.

"Brother Chu, the equipment is in the back."

He turned around, picked up a samurai sword, and gently extended the blade, the metal blade reflecting a pair of golden vertical pupils.

"Let's go, it's time for a mission."

In Beiping, Bahamut and Odin waged a great war, using Gulveig's curse as their battlefield.

Odin had the home advantage, but Bahamut was undoubtedly stronger, though he had limitations, and the match ended in a draw right from the start.

"Pull it out with your hands."

Bahamut gave the order to Ander.

Ander reached out toward the phantom of Gungnir and discovered that, with the aid of divine power, he was actually able to touch this invisible thing.

With Ender's arrival, the balance of power between the two sides began to shift.

In Minzhou, Chu Tianjiao rushed to the highway entrance with the village rain, which was the eye of the typhoon, only to find that his samurai sword was probably of little use.

At the entrance to the highway, there were more than twenty anti-aircraft guns lined up.

"As expected, there's nothing that heavy firepower can't solve."

Impressed by the madness of the relevant departments, Chu Tianjiao hurriedly ran to the meeting point.

"What we need to solve is the typhoon problem; we absolutely cannot allow those bastards to threaten the lives and property of the people!"

An officer is issuing orders to use incendiary bombs in conjunction with anti-aircraft guns to directly disrupt the air and cause the typhoon to collapse and dissipate.

This would have been difficult because typhoons move, but now it's much simpler because typhoons don't move.

As everyone gathered together, Chu Tianjiao felt as if he had returned to his student days. In any case, the artillery skills he had learned back then were finally coming in handy.

"Ready, fire!"

"Pull hard!"

Ender strained with all his might against the spear tip hovering over Gulvig's chest. He felt his magic being drained away by the spear, and if this continued, Ender would be completely drained.

Suddenly, Ander felt the suction on his hand lessen. At the same time, dozens of fireballs appeared in the sky above Minzhou, and the resulting turbulence made it difficult for the typhoon to maintain its shape.

Odin was distracted by the commotion outside Nibelungen and found himself at a disadvantage in the struggle.

The figure on the eight-legged celestial horse paused for a moment, and the Gungnir in its hand emitted a platinum-gold light, with a crack appearing on the Gungnir.

Odin was defeated.

Bahamut was also struggling to maintain the connection, and Ander felt the connection rapidly weakening. Finally, he heard a message from Bahamut.