Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Those disgusting creatures called Deadpool, I'll kill them every time I see one."

Chapter Seventy: The Descent of the Holy Son

In the autumn of 1990, an untimely typhoon struck Minzhou, giving primary and secondary school students in Minzhou hope for a holiday. Unfortunately, the storm dissipated in less than a few hours, revealing a clear blue sky.

While the primary school students were distressed about not being able to have a holiday, the soldiers from the relevant departments secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't expected that these special incendiary bombs would be so effective, easily destroying this terrifying hurricane.

Odin, who was hiding in Nibelungen, was severely injured and did not appear in reality for the next ten years. Only rumors of Highway Zero circulated in a small area of ​​Minzhou City.

Police officer Chu Tianjiao was granted a hard-won vacation, allowing him to return home to care for his newborn child and his beautiful wife, who was the envy of many.

At the same time, a holy child, with government approval, descended upon this country where atheism and pantheism were prevalent.

A strange cult has taken hold among the Dragonborn, with a very simple doctrine: Death Servants kill every single one they see.

This wasn't Ender's prank, but rather an oracle issued by Bahamut. In simpler terms, Bahamut gave the Dragonborn of this world a legendary mission: to destroy Deadpool.

The deeper one's understanding of divine pronouncements and the more one practices God's teachings, the easier it is to receive God's help.

It's like a deal: you hand over Deadpool's scalp, and I give you power.

Thus, the dragonborn, like mad dogs unleashed from their cages, began a series of hunts, greatly reducing the number of high-risk hybrid races in China.

Ander got a brass imitation gold longevity lock from a street stall in Liulichang, added a transformation spell to it, and gave it to Gulvig. Although this wasteful act made Ander feel bad for a long time, the magic added to the longevity lock could help Gulvig and Caesar cover up the abnormality in their bodies.

Some of the dragonborn who witnessed the miracle became believers, but due to years of education, they would at most add a "thank you, Bahamut" after killing a high-risk hybrid.

Only a few Dragonborn were promoted to priests of Bahamut, and these hard-won priests quickly found their purpose: to bless rocket launchers and anti-aircraft guns during dragon slaying.

The addition of divine magic that deals extra damage to dragons is probably another manifestation of Bahamut's will.

A few days after the divine spell was completed, Frost finally met Gulvig and the infant Caesar. Seeing that the family heir was safe and sound, the mature Frost finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Ender made a request that troubled him greatly. Ender claimed that his lineage came from an ancient sect that now had only a handful of members.

Caesar, being exceptionally gifted and meeting the sect's requirements, hoped that this child would become the sect's holy son, inheriting Ander's knowledge and becoming the sect's leader in the future.

Upon hearing this completely illogical explanation, Frost left the ward with a strange expression, found an empty hotel, and after confirming that no one was watching him, called Pompeii.

Pompeii's voice on the other end of the phone sounded impatient, accompanied by a woman's screams and moans, but he still listened patiently to Frost's story.

"Indeed, a god. I thought Mr. Ander was a staunch dragon slayer, just like Principal Angers."

Pompeii patted the woman next to him, signaling her to leave as she was still enjoying the afterglow of the encounter.

“Then let’s not interfere with Mr. Ander’s decision, my son. This brings us one step closer to our goal, as long as that girl from the Chen family is in place.”

"But according to our plan, we should stand on the side of Austria..."

Pompeii interrupted Frost, standing up and putting on a bathrobe.

"What's the difference? They're all gods anyway. And you should know what happened in Minzhou. The god we invested in failed."

"That's just a fake."

Frost argued that Pompeii walked to the window and looked out at the night view through the large French windows. This was Las Vegas, a city that never sleeps, filled with the atmosphere of the survival of the fittest.

"A loss is a loss, so we might as well bet on the other side sooner rather than later."

“That Odin…”

"If it were Caesar's shadow instead, that child, though not as good as Caesar, would be more than capable of handling the situation."

Pompeii pressed his hand against the glass, his golden eyes burning, a far cry from his usual playboy debauchery.

"You have to learn to bet on both sides, two dark monarchs, no matter who wins, Gattuso will continue."

Frost hung up the phone. After all these years, the Gattuso family finally had the ability to participate in this war in the shadows, just like during World War II. Gattuso had finally found his way to survive.

When Frost returned to Gulweg's residence, he brought with him an entire Gattuso family of servants. They bought a suburban villa at three times the price in record time, but Gulweg chose to live in the family compound of the relevant department.

Frost and Anders reached an agreement that Caesar and his mother would spend six months in China and the other six months in Italy to receive education from the Gattuso family.

This made the adorable little Caesar the most popular child in the relevant department's family compound, and for a long time, he became the "other people's child" that many dragon-descended parents talked about.

“Look at Caesar, he was only seven years old and he could already bless his warhammer with a spirit weapon. You’re twenty years old and you can’t even cast a fireball.”

"But Dad, haven't you always said that rocket launchers are better than fireballs?"

"You won't listen to me when I'm telling you, have you grown too big for your britches?"

Similar debates have occurred in many families, greatly increasing the enthusiasm of many dragonborn for learning magic.

As for Giovanni and Lu Lincheng, they had a quiet night, and a few days later they were surprised to find that Gulvig had recovered and appeared before everyone holding Caesar.

The two, both very curious, had considered asking Ander about his secret, but Ander refused, saying that the child was the most important thing, so Giovanni had no choice but to focus on preparing for pregnancy.

While taking care of his wife, Lu Lincheng would occasionally chat with the staff of the relevant departments, or train together, and sometimes try out the heavy firepower developed by the equipment department.

Compared to explosions, the equipment department here seems to prefer flames and piercings. They even tried to use electromagnetic cannons to fire special bullets made of alchemy in order to break through the domain of the Word of Power.

Ander, who had orchestrated all of this, once again enjoyed a leisurely life until Giovanni's due date approached, and Angers flew from the United States to China.

"So you've finally decided to come see me, old friend?"

Ander winked and mocked Angers.

"I don't want to bother you. I'm here to see my good student."

Angers breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ander wasn't angry.

"They should be inside in the next day or two. Have you prepared what I asked for?"

"Here you go, the address of Black Swan Harbor. Norma spent a lot of time analyzing it."

Ander took the address from Angers and smiled with pleasure.

In July 1991, Giovanni gave birth to a baby boy, named Lu Mingfei.

In August of the same year, Ander led a group of Dragonborn northward, their destination: Black Swan Harbor!

Chapter Seventy-One: Heading North to the Russian Bear

Sometimes, it's nice to surprise your friends, and in this respect, Ender is like a mischievous bronze dragon.

He once brought home a child who had been away from home for a long time for a mother, and he also brought the winds of freedom to the slaves at the bottom of society.

Now, Ander plans to give Lu Mingze, or rather, Zero, a surprise.

Ender was eager to know whether the little devil who appeared in his dream truly controlled time and treated the world as a game, or was relying on some kind of magic trick to deceive people.

If he cannot foresee the future, he will be surprised to find himself in Black Swan Harbor, as this is certainly not something he expected.

Given his personality, he should be dressed in a suit, elegantly enjoying a meal in a Moscow restaurant, discussing the contract with himself while casually mocking the bewildered humans below.

But now, Ender plans to visit Zero when he was at his lowest point, believing that Zero would be pleased to suddenly appear in Black Swan Harbor.

This time, Ander did not bring Angers with him on his northward journey, but instead chose to take Chuje, who was retiring in Kassel.

Chu Jie is already over a hundred years old, which is an extraordinary age for a human, but for a dragon descendant, she can live for at least another forty or fifty years.

The bloodline of the brass dragon is perfectly compatible with the incantation she inherited from the King of Bronze and Fire, which gives her even greater power than before.

After her brother Chu Hao died, she spent a considerable amount of time in Southwest China, raising her brother's descendants. Afterward, she came to the United States and became the director of the disciplinary committee at Kassel College.

He only recently stepped down from this position, handing the directorship over to a young, balding professor: Gerd Rudolf Manstein.

Over the years, Chu Jie has never married and has always lived alone. However, with the company of her students, she is not lonely. The descendants of her brothers have also grown up, and the former young girl has become Aunt Chu in the children's eyes.

That's why Ander brought Chu Jie, who was just relaxing at the school, over. On the one hand, he needed her fighting ability, and on the other hand, Ander didn't want his old comrade-in-arms to become decadent. An adventure might awaken her dormant passion.

The core combat force of this operation disguised itself as an elderly tour group, entering the Russian territory from Northeast China in batches.

These core combat forces are mostly veterans in their fifties and sixties. For the Dragonborn, being over fifty is not considered old; in fact, it can be said to be the prime of their lives. In addition, these people have more free time than younger people, so Ander conscripted them.

Another group of young people will be responsible for receiving them; they will travel from China to the Arctic on an icebreaker, all the way to Port Black Swan.

It will be some time before the Red Giant falls, but chaos is already brewing in the area, and Ender even got to experience the thrill of being a tank driver with dollars.

Port Black Swan is located in Siberia, which, if viewed on a map, is almost at the northernmost tip of the Russian peninsula. It is a place that is almost unsuitable for any living thing except humans.

With six months to go before the collapse of the Red Bear, Ander and his retinue traveled freely across the Bear's territory, indulging in food, drink, and entertainment, and bartering with Erguotou liquor from China.

The group drove methodically toward the northernmost part of Russia. Along the way, many people knew that a group of Chinese people were spending lavishly and preparing to experience a thrilling life in Siberia.

This group of Chinese elders in their fifties and sixties were full of martial spirit, and the Russians on the road exclaimed: The Chinese are truly a fighting nation.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Ander and his group camped out in a forest by the Yenisei River after entering the Taimyr Peninsula.

It's a bit of a distance from Black Swan Harbor, but there's still some time before Christmas, so it's a good time to rest here and take some time to finalize our plans.

Ander planned to launch a surprise attack on Black Swan Port while Bondarev was away, when the defenses would be at their weakest and the most favorable conditions for the operation.

Black Swan Harbor is too far from both China and the United States, so a meticulous plan is needed to escort the children out of Black Swan Harbor.

Indeed, now that he had arrived at Black Swan Harbor, how could Ander, as a benevolent dragon, stand idly by and watch those children die in the sea of ​​fire?

Those are all excellent hybrids; with proper training, they could all lead a dragon-slaying squad in ten years.

Ander, with his group of dragonborn, established a small shelter here under the cover of a magical shield. They even cut down the surrounding trees, built several wooden houses, and lived a life of fishing and farming by the river.

Yes, farming near the Arctic Circle, relying on magically created light and fire, in this mostly tundra region, Ander even ate oyster sauce lettuce and boiled fish.

This dragon-blooded squad, with an average age of over fifty, settled down on the banks of the Yenisei River, enjoying a leisurely retirement life of chatting, fishing, and gardening, much like on vacation.

This is also why Ander chose them. Although they are a bit old, they can chat with him and accompany him on fishing and vacations. Why not?

Well, although Ander and the Dragonborn fish and grow vegetables every day, they still have a good plan.

The plan includes, but is not limited to, taking control of the airport, defusing the bombs, waiting for the right moment, wiping out all the enemies in one fell swoop, and then escorting the children back to their respective homes and mothers.

If you can't find it, bring it back to China, give it a household registration, and ten years later the relevant departments will have another excellent employee.

Job placement, room and board included, and if you're lucky, you might even get a wife—such benefits are rare.

As time passed, the temperature dropped lower and lower, and the snow outside fell heavier and heavier. Ander's waiting time finally arrived.

The alchemical munitions, secretly transported to the Russian bear, were loaded onto specially designed snowmobiles, and a group of the most experienced relevant department personnel were ready to go. Meanwhile, China's icebreaker had been sailing in the open sea for several days and was heading towards Black Swan Port.

A convoy sped through the vast snow, aided by magic, racing towards Black Swan Harbor at an incredible speed.

At this moment, Bondarev, who was sharing his life experiences with Herzog, was completely unaware of this.

Zero, trapped inside the straitjacket, is plotting how to break free and how to execute a perfect Shoryuken in Street Fighter.