Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

These corpses all had a very strange texture, like a combination of wood and stone, looking like eerie sculptures.

This wasn't the way Ender entered the manor, so he didn't see the gruesome corpses.

Looking at the human corpse in front of me, which resembled a wooden carving and was covered with dragon scales and claws, it was as if a dragon's claws had been forcibly ripped off and violently grafted onto a human body, and then the human had been turned into a zombie.

Ender saw it as a swarm of maggots, creatures that had blasphemed the dragon and were utterly repulsive to it.

"This is disgusting. Is this what Deadpool is like?"

Several flames appeared in Ander's hands, and he released several fireballs. The wooden corpse began to burn fiercely, along with the human corpses trapped inside, all of which turned to ashes.

"That's my teacher."

Angers did not stop Ander. He simply used the animal skin he was wearing to collect a few handfuls of ashes after the flames had burned out.

"I'm sorry, you should have reminded me sooner."

Ander showed no remorse whatsoever.

Continuing forward, the ground was cracked and the loess was parched. Ander found himself back in front of the large pit he had seen the day before.

Angers looked at the center of the pit as if searching for something.

Was anyone here when you came over?

"There was nothing here; the explosion destroyed everything."

Ander answered.

Angers did not speak. During his unconsciousness, he had some hallucinations. In addition to the intertwined corpses, his close friend, Meneke Cassel, stood in the middle of the crater from the explosion, holding a knife, as if still fighting.

"I thought I would see him one more time."

Angers spoke very calmly, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

"No one will be left with a whole body after such an explosion, unless your comrade is a legendary warrior."

"He is indeed a legend, and a warrior."

Angers responded.

Ander watched as Angers walked step by step into the pit and searched inside.

He unearthed a corpse that looked remarkably similar to the Deadpool he had seen before; the corpse's hand had been blown off and its whereabouts were unknown.

Seeing this, Ander secretly wiped his hands. He recognized the corpse's hand; it was the "wooden carving" he had found when he came here. Now, just thinking about how his hands had touched such a disgusting thing made Ander feel nauseous.

He found the "wooden carving" he had discarded the day before, picked it up with the magician's hand, and tossed it to Angers.

"Then, I found it on top."

Angers had already unearthed several other corpses, most of which were mangled, except for the one that resembled Deadpool, which was relatively intact.

Angers nodded his thanks to Ander, piled the bodies of his companions together, added the collected ashes, and then shot a fireball from his hand, igniting the pile of corpses.

Seeing this, Ander raised an eyebrow, it seemed that Angers was beginning to discover the magic hidden in his blood.

Before long, Angers, his hands covered in mud, climbed out of the pit.

"You've learned the fireball spell?"

"I learned it while walking; it's much simpler than using words of magic."

Well, this is probably what genius is all about...

What's down there?

"My comrades...and..."

"...My past."

Chapter Eight: Tongwan City

Two days later, in a house on the outskirts of Hamburg, Ander was lounging on a comfortable leather sofa, enjoying a leisurely day by the fireplace.

He held two natural black opals, each the size of a pigeon's egg, in his palm and gently rubbed them.

Ander didn't really understand gemstones, but the dragon race had its own aesthetic system. A good gemstone was one that was sparkly and colorful, and of course, it had to be naturally formed.

"The Secret Party is quite wealthy, isn't it? It wasn't for nothing that I went to all this trouble."

He picked up a heavy book from the side. It was a history book written in ancient Latin, recording some things related to dragons in the late Roman Republic, such as Caesar being a dragon and five hundred hybrid axemen lying in ambush in the Senate.

At this moment, the tightly closed door was opened, and the room instantly became much brighter, reminding Ander of the desert where he lived as a young dragon. Every noon, the sun shone on the sand, and the surroundings were just as bright.

“Angers, you should wear a hat, it's blinding me.”

Angers' hair was completely burned off in the explosion caused by Word of Power: Rhine, and now he is dressed in a suit and looks like a bald hitman in a gang in a movie.

"There's no need for that. It will grow back in a few days."

After burying his companion, Angers and Ander arrived at a safe house built by the Secret Society. After a few days of rest, Angers looked much better.

But Ender knew he was just burying his madness inside, waiting for the day it would be unleashed.

"Now you finally have time to chat with me. Although there are many books here, I still hope to learn about the world through you."

Ander has been reading these past two days, claiming to be familiarizing himself with the common sense of this world, but in reality, he wants to dig out some treasures from the Secret Party's collection of books: such as the Blood Explosion Technique.

According to the novel, Bloodlust can purify and strengthen bloodlines through psychological suggestion and other means. Ander's bloodline can be traced back to Bahamut and Tiamat, who are god-level beings. Therefore, even if the hope is slim, Ander is willing to give it a try.

Angers was amazed by Ander's astonishing learning speed. When he first arrived, he acted like a medieval nobleman, even observing the toilet for a long time. But after only one day, he was drinking beer and eating sausages with people in a tavern, telling dirty jokes and complaining about the injustice of fate.

Those Germans, whose minds were filled with racism, didn't even realize that the person in front of them was Asian.

What he didn't know was that Ender had never seen a flush toilet from 1900, but he had seen one from 2020.

Angers looked at the book in Ander's hand and asked curiously:

When did you learn Latin?

Ander tossed the book aside and shouted in an exaggerated tone:

"Magic!"

"Can magic really do this much?"

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Ander decided to train his melee-loving familiar to become a mage. Although Angers' Word of Power could stop time, it was clear that melee combat was never as effective as ranged combat. If DIO knew magic, he wouldn't need to move a steamroller; he could have just used Dragon Breath Technique and ended the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure series.

Suppressing his wildly wandering thoughts, Ander cast a first-circle spell on Angers: Language Proficiency.

“￥％￥％％@…”

Angers discovered that he could actually understand the strange language Ander was speaking, although it contained a lot of spitting sounds and guttural noises. He still understood what Ander meant: "Your head looks like an egg."

"This is not quite the same as the fireball technique I learned."

Angers felt the power of this magic. Magic is different from the power of words; it is gentler, harmless, and more comprehensive.

"This magic allows people to understand and read all languages. You should have it in your blood as well. Remember to learn it."

Angers seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"All languages, including Dragon Language?"

“What I just spoke was Dragon Language,” Andermo replied casually, stroking the gem in his palm.

"Don't worry about your Word of Power all the time. Practice your magic more so it'll be easier to escape later."

Angers ignored Ander's words and walked to the bookshelf in the room. He took out an extremely thick book from a hidden compartment. Inside were some paper artifacts preserved by the Secret Society, some of which were papyrus scrolls covered with strange symbols, or mad ramblings smeared with blood.

Each artifact is separated by a glass plate. The main reason these documents are placed here is that the text on the paper has long been lost, and even the talented Secret Service cannot obtain information from these texts.

Angers placed the heavy book on the table beside him and turned to the last page, which was a silk scroll with Xiongnu script written on it. The script was so ancient that no one knew it anymore, but this silk scroll was of great significance. It was the penultimate artifact that Friedrich von Long had sent back from China.

Friedrich von Long was a member of the Lionheart Society and was responsible for collecting artifacts related to the dragon race in Beiping. After he sent this silk scroll, he lost contact with the Secret Society. The last thing he was connected with was the "lizard bone," which was the remains of the Dragon King that caused the destruction of the Secret Society.

The box containing the "lizard bones" bore Friedrich's signature and seal, but it was a trap that led to the final disaster.

Regardless of whether Friedrich was alive or dead, or whether he had betrayed the country, Angers decided to go to China to see what had happened, and perhaps there was some important information on the silk scroll sent by Friedrich.

"What are you looking at? Let me see."

Ander came closer, looking at the scribbles on the silk scroll with a disappointed expression.

"What? It's a sacrificial ceremony, all this superstitious stuff..."

Angers also understood the text on the silk scroll thanks to his linguistic knowledge. It was a sacrificial ceremony recorded by a Xiongnu priest that took place in Tongwan City in China. In this strange ceremony, the people of Tongwan City cut open their chests and took out their hearts, and powerful energy was gathered into the nobleman's body.

As for what happened after the sacrifice, and what changes occurred in the nobleman's body, this silk scroll makes no mention of it.

Tongwan City was the capital of the Xia Kingdom established by the Xiongnu during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the Xiongnu and the Dragon Clan had intricate connections.

Is it similar to the path to godhood?

Angers understood that this was probably some kind of alchemical ritual, forcibly increasing the bloodline concentration through the deaths of multiple hybrids.

The last news about Friedrich was that he went to Tongwan City for archaeological excavation. What exactly did he encounter, or did he have already performed this ritual in Tongwan City?

"Stop watching. I'm sick of these sacrificial rituals. It's nothing more than blood, bones, and all sorts of random things lying on the ground, a wizard chanting spells, and then a bunch of naked men and women embracing each other, and finally, when the evil god is happy, some bits of dirt leak out between his fingers."

Ander wanted to elevate his bloodline, but the method was simply unacceptable to him. He would rather be made into a dragon lich than undergo such a blasphemous ritual.

Angers glanced at Ander, carefully closed the book, and straightened his clothes as he spoke.

"Don't just lie there, we're about to leave."

"Is the adventure about to begin? Where are we going?"

"Huaxia, Tongwan City".

Chapter Nine: The Test

Hamburg, Germany, inside a safe house belonging to the Secret Service.

At this time, Angers was preparing for his trip to China. The core members of the Secret Party were wiped out, and Angers became the biggest beneficiary, leaping into the leadership.

The rest of the Secret Service also questioned how Angers had survived the battle, but in this moment, they could only rely on him.

"Interesting, very interesting..."

Ander held a cylindrical glass bottle filled with formalin. Soaking in the pale yellow formalin solution was an animal that looked a lot like a lizard, yellowish-white in color.