Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"The maternal environment will repair the child's damage, and a high concentration of stable bloodline can ensure the safety of the mother and the embryo."

This embryo also has royal blood, and this concentration of dragon blood is not fatal to her.

"There's another very important point, and that's your blood."

Angers looked at Ander and continued switching slides. This time, it showed a brass dragon and a woman standing together, connected by a line to a baby.

"Your dragon blood can suppress the dragon blood in this world. As long as you regularly transfuse blood into the mother and it enters the fetus through the umbilical cord, you can ensure that the child born will be absolutely harmless."

After hearing Angers' plan, Ander slumped in his chair and said listlessly:

"After all that talk, you still want my blood."

Ander took out a glass bottle containing dragon blood that shimmered with golden light. The bright red blood was mixed with a touch of gold, flowing in the bottle like a gemstone.

The bottle disappeared the moment it was placed on the table, and the bottle of blood suddenly appeared in Angers' hand.

Ander rolled his eyes. Over the years, he had collected some of his own blood for certain special magic or rituals, and now it was coming in handy. Although the blood was no longer fresh, it was still usable.

"Has the candidate for the mother been chosen?"

Angers placed the bottle of dragon blood into a container he had prepared beforehand, his usually gentlemanly smile now looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Based on estimates, the mother body needs to be an S-class woman of suitable age, and there is currently only one candidate."

Ander covered his face; he already knew who Angers was talking about.

“Gioviny is the most suitable candidate.”

Taking a deep breath, Ander felt that he, like a butterfly, was causing too much disturbance to the world.

Did she agree?

Ang nodded.

"It was even more decisive than I expected, and Lu Lincheng had no objections."

"Are they stupid? This is no joke."

Ander slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

"After all, it's a life."

“There are thousands of such lives in Black Swan Harbor, and this embryo doesn’t even qualify as a human.”

Angers stared at Ander, Ander's face reflected in his golden pupils.

"It's probably an overflowing maternal love."

Ander sighed. Now things are really messed up. The brothers who used to be brothers have become ancestors, and the lovers who used to be lovers have become siblings.

"Whatever, you silly woman."

Chapter Eighty: The Beginning

The desolate Siberia is a world of ice and snow. It is early spring, but spring in Siberia is only about white snow covering the towering tree canopies.

Most of the animals roam the snow-covered ground, while a few, having stored up their winter energy the previous year, are now sleeping peacefully in some unknown cave.

A railway line cuts through this forest, leaving human imprints on this endless land.

Two small figures walked along the railway. They were wearing thick cotton-padded coats with fur cuffs and hoods. Their little faces were red from the cold, and they were breathing out white vapor.

After leaving Black Swan Harbor, Zero and Renata traveled to Moscow by sled. Some unpleasant things happened along the way, so they decided to head to their original destination.

Located to the south of the Russian bear, China has a pleasant climate.

But with social unrest in Russia, trains from Moscow to Vladivostok had been suspended for several days, and it was uncertain when they would resume. So Zero, with his brilliant mind, came up with an extremely ingenious idea:

"Let's walk along the railway."

If Renata had even a little common sense, or less trust in Zero, she would think her master had gone mad.

Of course, Zero was practically insane too.

In short, Renata did not complain, but instead embarked on a suicidal hiking trip with Zero, starting from Moscow, passing through the vast primeval forests of Siberia, and finally arriving in China.

Twenty years from now, these two people's actions might move the world, and they might be hailed as environmental saints or something similar.

Along the way, Renata witnessed Zero's powerful money abilities. This boy, who was like an elf and a devil, pulled out stacks of US dollars from his pocket, using these green papers to bewitch people and get everything they needed.

After the red giants fell, these green banknotes became more valuable than anything else; past honors were worthless, and two banknotes could buy an old man's treasured medal.

After obtaining sufficient supplies, the journey became incredibly smooth. Thanks to the hybrid's superior survival abilities, the two were fearless even in the primeval forests of Siberia.

Renata walked step by step along the railway sleepers, trying to land on each one as if playing a game of hopscotch.

The gaps between the sleepers were quite large, making it a little difficult for little Renata to walk. But when she thought about Zero saying that she would stop growing because she had signed a contract with him, Renata became lost in thought.

For a fourteen-year-old, not growing any longer is not a good thing; for Renata, it means her legs will never grow longer.

Recalling the scene of signing the contract, a blush crept onto Renata's cold face. That scoundrel Zero, he called it signing a contract, but in reality, he just kissed her.

Renata turned to look at the boy beside her. He was walking on the railway tracks, trying to maintain his balance. He was walking very steadily, like a skilled circus performer.

"How much longer until we arrive?"

Renata asked, this journey has lasted for more than a month, and the two children are walking alone in this icy and snowy world, which makes Renata feel a little depressed.

"No need to rush, it will be soon."

Zero gave a strange smile, and it took Renata a long time to understand the meaning of that smile.

The next second, a violent roar and a burst of fire exploded in front of Renata's eyes. She felt her brain tremble and dizzy before she fell into a warm embrace.

"It looks like there are bugs trying to disrupt our trip."

Zero held her tightly in his arms, while Renata watched as marked shells exploded above Zero's head, casting his face in shadow.

"Do you like it? These fireworks were set off just for you."

Zero whispered in Renata's ear, roughly pulling her into his arms, his other hand outstretched towards the sky in a gesture of grasping.

The sound of the shells exploding stopped in an instant, and the huge flames and impact disappeared calmly, as if erased from the sky by a hand with an eraser.

Five kilometers away from the two men, at an artillery position, a Russian artillery unit was preparing for the next salvo.

In this chaotic era, these former soldiers sold their dignity, willing to sell anything, whether it was tanks or airplanes, as long as there was money.

The Secret Service hired this already impoverished army to point their cannons at their own land, and the soldiers thought they were just a bunch of capitalist fools who hired them to fire cannons just to hear a bang.

The artillerymen, telling jokes as they recklessly expended the ammunition left behind by the massive industrial system, were told that there was no one at the location except for some wild animals and a railway, and that the Americans would compensate for all the facilities damaged by the shells.

Zero and Renata were enveloped in the mud and smoke kicked up by the shells, enjoying the march composed by these killing weapons.

The incoming shells couldn't get close; the cone-shaped shells were blocked by an invisible wall of air and exploded into fireworks in mid-air.

These mortal creations were no match for a god, but Zero, in order to protect Renata, was also slowed down by the shells and was unable to escape the bombardment.

This is exactly what the Secret Service wanted: to use these shells to wear down Zero's energy, and then launch a fatal blow with Gungnir.

Two kilometers away from Zero, Lu Lincheng sat on a position, organizing his equipment. Dressed in snow camouflage, he carried a long, rectangular suitcase containing an important item for this operation: Odin's spear, Gungnir.

Beside him was a dark-skinned Indian man, who, like him, was a key player in this operation.

This Indian man is named Kupatanarayanaan. According to the Hindu caste system, he belongs to the Dalits, which are separate from the four main castes. He was born in a slum in Mumbai, and his ancestors made a living by scavenging garbage. He was from the lowest of the low.

Kupata was once a thin, dark-skinned boy, dressed in tattered clothes, scavenging for food to survive in a stinking garbage dump with his father.

Kupata's childhood was filled with all sorts of trash until his father was beaten to death on a garbage dump by a group of bullies.

There is a hierarchy within Dalit, and those few bullies are considered superiors in Dalit, living off protection money from other scavengers.

That night, her father's blood stained Kupata's hands, the red liquid blurring her vision.

The thugs only saw the flickering golden vertical pupils in the darkness before they died in the garbage heap, their hearts ripped out by Kupata.

Then, Indian executive commissioners found Kupata sleeping in his body. Had it not been for detailed testing that showed he had no bloodline issues, this slum boy would have spent the rest of his life in prison.

So the child came to America, where he was given a special teacher to teach him English and other subjects. During a test, the swarming flames confirmed his power of words to the Secret Party.

That was a powerful Word of Power called Rhine that Menek Cassel had once activated.

Kupatanarayanan, this untouchable, an A-class hybrid from the slums, thus became the most deadly weapon of the Secret Society.

Now, he sat there, sorting through the equipment given to him by his friend Akadura, who had joined the equipment department after graduating from university and even began to embrace Zoroastrianism under Akadura's guidance.

In the words of this candidate for Minister of Equipment, Kupata possesses the most enviable power of words among all members of the Equipment Department, and the ultimate meaning of life is to become a giant bomb.

What could be more romantic than causing a massive explosion?

Kupata stroked the special protective suit he was wearing, which, in Akadullah's words, would ensure his safety in the event of an explosion.

"That way you can do it again."

Kupata still can't forget Akadula's excited look.

As the cannon fire outside the camp gradually subsided, Lu Lincheng and Kupata stood up. Now it was time for the hybrids to kill.

"You stay here, I'll go first."

Lu Lincheng stood up, carrying the box. He knew what the consequences would be if Rhine used it; Kupata would be reduced to a wisp of black smoke in the sea of ​​fire, leaving not even ashes.

"No, you stay here, it's my turn."

Kupata's dark, slender arm blocked Lu Lincheng's path. He turned and walked out of the tent, setting off with a small team, their target being Zero, who was trapped amidst the artillery fire.

Sometimes, sacrifice is necessary. Even though Ender adjusted his plans, he couldn't stop a heart that wanted to be a hero.

In Kupata's heart, it was Kassel College that gave him life, and now he will play his greatest role, becoming a bomb capable of severely injuring the Dragon King.

As Lu Lincheng watched his comrades leave the camp one by one to go to that inevitable war, his heart remained unmoved. Slaying the dragon required sacrifice, and the men of the Secret Party were never afraid of death, since it wasn't them who would die.

Zero withstood another round of explosions. The surrounding forest was blasted into pieces by the shells, and huge craters appeared on the ground. The snow melted into a murky liquid and flowed into the craters.

Zero was breathing heavily, with Renata supporting him. His golden eyes burned like flames as he stared intently at the squad of soldiers that had appeared before him.

They were wearing special protective suits, and the rifles in their hands were unexpectedly huge. The next second, a wall of bullets rushed towards Zero.

The bullets gradually slowed down midway and were then combined by an unknown force to form a huge metal sphere.

"Dodgeball time!"

With Zero's childish command, the metal ball arced towards a specialist, its immense momentum tearing his body apart in an instant.

The remaining agents were not deterred by their comrade's death. They fired wildly, and in Zero's blind spot, several agents, along with Kupata, were quietly approaching Zero.