Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

An agent embraced Kupata; his Word of Power was Setsuna, and his only role in this operation was to deliver Kupata, this human bomb, to the Dragon King.

Several smoke grenades flew out, blurring the surroundings. Kupata felt himself being lifted up and moved at an extraordinary speed.

The instantaneous state grants the user extraordinary speed, but carrying someone into the instantaneous state is too much for a specialist. Kupata could see that the specialist's face was bleeding.

This was a suicide attack, and neither Kupata nor the commissioner were destined to return.

In that man's arms, Kupata chanted the dragon inscribed in his bloodline, and flames gathered toward the child of the lowly, making him the king of flames.

The intense acceleration lasted for a moment, and Kupata felt himself being thrown to the ground, whereupon the flames finally converged and an explosion occurred.

To onlookers, the attack appeared to be a resounding success; the commissioner, carrying Kupata, approached Zero in a matter of seconds before a powerful explosion destroyed everything around them.

In the flames, Kupata finally saw his target, the boy who stood like a king, holding the girl tightly in his arms, his back to Kupata, forming a wall of flesh and blood for her.

Kupata's body was scorched by flames; he was at the epicenter of the explosion, where the temperature was even hotter than the sun.

Flames licked at his body, but the protective suit Akadura had given him worked, glowing red and making Kupata drift like a small boat in the sea of ​​fire.

What Kupata didn't know was that the garment was not made by Akadura, but by Ander, who added a protective energy shield, allowing Kupata to survive the inferno.

"Why do this?"

Angers once asked Anders.

"This guy's mutton masala is pretty good, I don't want him to die."

Kupata had no idea that his experience helping out at the canteen once would save his life, but the deeper reason was that Ander didn't want the people of Angers to die like this.

This child of the commoner is very talented, and given time, he may very well become the next Meneke Kassel, but some members of the school board hope to nip him in the bud.

Angers is willing to do anything to slay the dragon, and Ander can't let him become a lone wolf.

Kupata was thrown to the side by the powerful shockwave and landed hard in a crater, losing consciousness.

Zero was holding Renata, whose back was covered in blood, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone, and his lungs could be vaguely seen trembling.

Renata felt a warm liquid trickling down the back of her neck. She didn't look up because Zero had told her not to do anything, just hold him tight.

Amidst swirling smoke and the roar of helicopters, Lu Lincheng descended from the sky. He looked at the heavily injured Zero. Kupata's Word of Power was not as powerful as it had been in Kassel back then, but it was still deadly to the dragon race.

Lu Lincheng held a long spear in his hand, the runes on the spearhead flashing red light.

Blood flowed down the gun barrel; it was a necessary condition for using Gungnir. Just as Odin sacrificed himself to gain knowledge, a person needed to sacrifice their own blood to use the weapon of the gods.

Lu Lincheng lifted Gungnir, assuming a standard javelin stance, while Zero pushed Renata away, causing her to roll onto the tracks and curl up in a ball.

"Come on! Is this your trump card? A piece of junk?"

Zero arrogantly provoked, while Lu Lincheng silently threw Gungnir.

Covered in blood, Gungnir flew toward Zero's heart in an unscientific trajectory. It was a sure-fire shot; once thrown, it would pierce the enemy's heart.

Lu Lincheng felt the surrounding air become viscous, as if he were submerged in water. Gungnir's flight also slowed down, and the surrounding air, under Zero's command, relentlessly hindered Gungnir's flight.

Zero's hands were outstretched, as if he were wrestling with something, but he ignored Lu Lincheng beside him.

A change occurred in this man; his once warm blood now boiled like magma, and his golden eyes burned. With the activation of a burst of blood, Lu Lincheng broke free from Zero's restraints.

He rushed towards Zero, gripped Gungnir tightly, and thrust it forcefully towards Zero. Lu Lincheng knew that Zero was nearing the end of his life; once Gungnir was plunged into his heart, it would all be over.

Second burst of blood!

Lu Lincheng's solid muscles continued to deliver power, and Gungnir's gun tip slowly approached Zero's chest, but it wasn't fast enough.

Three blood bursts!

Lu Lincheng began to show signs of dragonification, while Gungnir had already torn through Zero's cotton-padded clothes.

With a sound of flesh being torn apart and pierced, Zero's body was lifted high, his face still bearing an arrogant smile, while Gungnir pierced through his chest, firmly nailing his heart to the ground.

"It's just a matter of taking a nap."

Zero gently stroked the patterns on the Gungnir gun, then peacefully closed his eyes, just as he had said, this was nothing more than a nap.

"The contract is complete."

With Zero's whisper, Lu Lincheng released Gungnir, knelt on the ground, panting heavily. The dragon scales on his body gradually faded, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei, who was far away in the United States, suddenly started crying for some unknown reason, waking up Qiao Weini who was sleeping.

The crying sounded incredibly mournful, as if young Mingfei had lost something important.

Then his eyes suddenly opened, and in the darkness, Giovanni saw the dazzling golden light.

A week later, Ander looked at the familiar figure in the ice cellar, a strangely shaped spear stuck in his chest, sleeping peacefully there.

Zero was suspended on a cross, looking like the crucified infant Jesus in a religious painting.

Where is that girl?

Anders asked Angers, who was standing next to him.

"She's been left with the executive department on the Russian side, and they're currently conducting a mental evaluation on her."

Ander carefully examined the child in front of him and spoke again:

"Does it have to be like this? It makes you look like that Christian guy?"

A hint of fanaticism appeared on Angers' face: "We must show some respect to the gods; this is the first dragon king we sealed away."

Ander gave a noncommittal snort and turned to leave the ice cellar.

This is not the end, but the beginning of everything.

Chapter 81 Daughter

In October 1992, a baby girl was born at the Kassel College Hospital. The delivery went very smoothly, in the words of her mother, Giovanni:

It was like a ball rolling out of nowhere, completely different from my own brat.

Lu Lincheng held Qiao Weini's hand, and before he could even show a worried expression, the baby was born.

The next second, the baby's first cry created a fireball in the delivery room, which then shattered the priceless medical equipment next to it.

Anders and Angers rushed into the delivery room and looked at the wrinkled baby covered in mucus.

She closed her eyes and made indistinct cries, while Ander could clearly feel the temperature in the air rising.

"Someone, move them immediately."

Ender gently lifted the child with a piece of cotton cloth and strode toward the isolation room set up next to him. This isolation room was designed to withstand Deadpool's attacks and was specifically used to imprison dangerous hybrids.

Based on the intensity of the attacks this child displayed, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini's bodies couldn't withstand even one of her attacks; only Ander, a dragon, could withstand her attacks.

Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini were transferred to another department for treatment. The isolation room was filled with fireproof foam boards, and Angers' voice came from the earphones worn by Ander.

"Now we need to rely on you. Does test subject ξ show any signs of dragonification?"

Angers hadn't expected that Herzog's test-tube baby would possess such power right after birth, which was a good thing in a way, because it meant that the Secret Service had gained another powerful weapon.

Of the people present, only Ander possessed sufficient physical strength, so the task of caring for the newborn baby was now entrusted to him.

"No, everything is normal. He's just a human child, all wrinkled."

Ander cast a spell to resist energy damage, still shaken. The explosion was no less powerful than a fireball; even a newborn dragon hatchling might not be as fierce as this one.

"Okay, Dr. Strange will take over now, and he'll tell you what to do."

"I know, I know. I never thought I'd have a day where I'd be taking care of a baby."

A calm male voice came through the earpiece: "Mr. Ender, please follow my instructions, firstly..."

A few hours later, amidst the explosion and flames, Ander emerged from the isolation room, the child wrapped in swaddling clothes and placed in an insulated room.

Angers went to greet him, carrying a new piece of clothing in his hand.

The gray hair that Ender had created with his transformation technique was knocked askew by the explosion, and some of it was engulfed by flames, revealing his scalp underneath.

Beneath the aged head was an extremely incongruous young and robust body. For Ender, a complete transformation was very troublesome, so most of the time he would only change the appearance of his head.

Ander put on his clothes and took two deep breaths.

"I feel like I've been fighting a Balrog for a whole day, even though I've never fought a Balrog before."

He slumped onto the sofa, took the Coke that Angers handed him, gulped it down in one go, and let out a loud burp.

"I was hit by at least three or four fireballs, as well as some kind of unknown slash."

Ander showed the white marks on her shoulder and the blackened skin from the flames. The child had no control over her power; her words of power always activated abruptly.

“I slowed down her crying; listen to it.”

Angers handed him a Walkman containing a newly burned cassette tape.

As Ander played the tape, the baby's cry became somewhat low due to the slow playback, but Ander keenly caught a discordant sound mixed in with the cry.

"Is that a dragon?"

Ander recognized that this was the dragon of this world, its voice mingling with the baby's cries in an inconspicuous way.

"Her bloodline is so high that using dragons has become her instinct."

"This is bad. Have you figured out her words of power yet?"

Ander knew that, according to the original situation, this child's Word of Power should be Judgment, a high-risk Word of Power ranked 111.

But now it seems that the changes she brought about have altered her power of words.

"Word of Judgment, try listening to it with your knowledge of language."

As Angers spoke, he cast a language-enhancing spell on Ander, bringing Ander's spellcasting level to around eleven, making him a fairly good dragon vein sorcerer.

Ander played back the tape and listened to the dragon again, the indistinct dragon now translated into a language he could understand.

"die"

"He can already swear right after he was born. He's so young, but he has a bright future ahead of him."

Angers was amused by Ander's statement. He took the Walkman and continued:

"This is a death sentence for objects within the domain. According to records, this command can cut everything within the domain."

Ander touched his shoulder; the white mark from the cut had disappeared.

What was that fireball all about?