Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Ander didn't say anything more, but emphasized, "Remember to learn magic. If my familiars don't even know petrification, how can I face the dragon?"

Ang nodded. He knew that he was completely outmatched by Ander in terms of raw strength. The reason he was able to make Ander suffer was because Ander was too complacent.

On the other side, after seeing Angers off, Ander began to think about his own problems. It was obvious that Ander had not fought for a long time, and during the sparring just now, he could only stand still as a turret mage.

More importantly, he couldn't defend against Time Zero's time-stopping ability at all; he could only rely on defense to withstand it. The dragons' incantations in this world were definitely stronger than Angers', and the four kings were even more like natural disasters, making it as easy for them to beat him up as if he were a grandson.

"I'm going to that city of Tongwan with Angers to find that sacrificial ritual. My power is still not enough. What should I do?"

Ender was troubled by his own strength when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, and he looked at the red dragon cub specimen on the table.

"Sacrifice, specimen, false dragon, specimen, sacrifice... sacrifice!"

"What do you think would happen if we offered this thing to God?" The thought popped uncontrollably into Ander's mind.

In Ender's world, which is the D&D universe, all dragons are the original dragons: the offspring of the dragon god Eo, and the metallic dragons believe that they are Eo's most perfect creation.

However, although the dragons in this world are very similar to those in the D&D world, they are fundamentally different: they are not creations of Eor, but rather originated from the Black King Nighold.

Therefore, in Ander's eyes, the dragons of this world are like imitations created by some evil god in imitation of real dragons. This offense to real dragons is enough to enrage any pure dragon, including those high and mighty dragon gods.

So when the gods turn their attention to this world, they will soon find that there is only one of their own here, and that is Ander.

According to Ander's idea, he would most likely become a mercenary for these gods, infused with a lot of divine power, to punish evil and promote good in this world, and incidentally promote the dragon gods.

Without hesitation, Ander immediately took action.

He took out a storage bag from his body. Don't ask where Ander got it from; dragons always have some gaps in their bodies where they can hide things.

Ander took out three shrines from his spatial bag. The largest one was engraved with the Milky Way Nebula. That was Bahamut, the divine emblem of the King of Good Dragons, a chromatic dragon who liked to uphold justice and fight evil throughout the universe.

The second, slightly smaller one features a slyly grinning brass dragon head. This is Astraena, the messenger of Io, a deity worshipped by the brass dragons. She loves knowledge and play, and is a god of the Chaos faction.

The third one is an open book, representing "The Humorist" Hull, the most amiable of the three gods, who is in charge of inspiration and humor. Ender is a minor follower of his, and he often prays to him when Calvin can't write.

"Why not take advantage of a powerful backer? I wonder what kind of expressions these dragon gods will have when they see this fake red dragon."

With a mischievous grin on his face, Ander couldn't wait to move the table aside, set up the shrine, and prepare to give the gods a big surprise.

"The humorist lady will probably love this surprise, while the other two will probably be furious."

"Being furious is just right. The angrier I get, the more reward I'll receive for killing these fake dragons..."

Ander composed himself and began preparing for the sacrificial ceremony...

Chapter Eleven: Hey, are you there?

In the messy room, tables, chairs, and books were roughly thrown aside. Ander knelt on the floor, using some kind of paint to draw an intricate magic circle on the wooden floor.

Praying to the gods is like making a phone call, but Ander is quite far away, so he has to make a long-distance call, which naturally increases the cost.

"This is the only bottle of magic ink I have left containing mithril powder and red dragon blood. I hope it will be useful."

Ander went to great lengths to make this long-distance call, pulling out all sorts of magical items he had painstakingly collected over the years through various scams and swindles.

With Ander's efforts, a magic circle filled with various geometric shapes was quickly drawn. Ander moved the shrine of "The Humorist" Hel to the center of the magic circle and stood in the magic circle himself, holding the specimen of the red dragon cub.

The Humorous One was the most amiable of the gods, and Ander decided to scout ahead first.

As magic was channeled in, the magic circle gradually lit up, and Ander uttered the god's name in dragon language, dialing a number.

The moment he uttered the words of the deity, Ander felt a connection, though not quite; the call had gone through.

Ander immediately recited a complex prayer, but it was essentially saying:

"Hello? Is Sister Hel there? I have something good for you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long pause, a voice replied:

"Not here..."

The connection was interrupted. Ander was stunned for a while before he realized that the humorist was a cultured person, and how could a cultured person engage in fighting and killing?

"Uh...it's okay, let's try the next one."

Ander then moved Asterina's shrine over, placed it in the magic circle, and made another call to another powerful figure.

"Is the big boss here? I have some good stuff for you."

But this time, Ander was turned away again. The big shot simply said, "Use your brain more, believe in yourself," and hung up the phone.

"What's going on? Doesn't the Metal Dragon God have a single reliable member?"

After two unsuccessful phone calls, Ander could only focus on the last big shot: the Platinum Dragon God, Bahamut.

Bahamut is the lord of benevolent dragons, who loves to punish evil and promote good, strike down evil dragons, and uphold justice. For such a dragon, it is best to cater to his preferences.

"Hey? Boss, there are so many chaotic and evil creatures here pretending to be real dragons and ruining our reputation. The people of this world are living in misery. They even say that real dragons are not as perfect as them. I can't take it anymore. Please do something about it!"

After making the call, Ander launched into a tirade to the Dragon God. The brass dragon's distorted description portrayed the dragons as beings even more evil than the demons of the bottomless abyss, which naturally caught Bahamut's attention.

After sensing Bahamut's attention, Ander raised the red dragon cub in his hand and said:

"Look, boss, these are the pseudo-dragons. I heard they live longer than us and can be resurrected like liches after they die."

After saying these words, Ander clearly felt his hand lighten, and the red dragon specimen actually floated up.

When Ander came to his senses, he found himself transformed back into his dragon form, standing in an infinitely vast space, with a galaxy made up of countless stars surrounding him.

Ander knew that Bahamut had taken the bait. He had gone to great lengths to pull him into this space, which meant it was more than just a simple phone call.

A voice, as resounding as a great bell, rang out. It was the voice of Bahamut, the platinum dragon god, which Ander had only heard in the most ancient traditions.

"So evil, so blasphemous, how could such a terrible creature exist..."

Bahamut was extremely busy and could not possibly receive all the prayers of his believers, but Andrew's long-distance call was quite far, similar to the US president suddenly receiving a phone call from Mars, so he still took the time to come and check on it.

But this was quite a shock; upon closer inspection, he was astonished to find that the tiny, hibernating dragon, submerged in liquid, did not belong to any of the dragon species he knew.

Bahamut was born from the corpse of the dragon god Io, who was the creator of all dragons, and therefore all dragons bear the mark of Io.

But the young dragon was clean, and Bahamut immediately realized that it was not the creation of the dragon god Io.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. But after carefully analyzing the structure of these creatures, Bahamut discovered that these pseudo-dragons were even superior to real dragons in some ways. For example, they could be resurrected in some way after death, had a larger body than ordinary real dragons, or had a mimicry talent similar to that of shapeshifters.

If they are allowed to continue developing, they may gradually replace the true dragon.

That is why Bahamut exclaimed how terrifying this creature was.

"Let me see who created these creatures..."

With omnipotent divine power, Bahamut saw the memories hidden in his blood.

The enormous black dragon created a vast horde of dragons that blotted out the sky. They enslaved humanity and built a massive empire, but unable to control the madness within their blood, they rebelled against their creator.

But Bahamut's attention was not on the Black King; he was more focused on two dragons with long bodies and thin, membranous wings, riding the wind and soaring through the sky.

That is the King of Sky and Wind, one of the Four Sovereigns.

Bahamut's own divine authority was the wind, and he immediately saw that the two dragons could control the wind—it was divine power, or authority, something that countless creatures craved most.

"How can something like this remain in the hands of those evil creatures? If I had this, perhaps I could go even further..."

Even the king of benevolent dragons cannot completely resist the greed that comes from his bloodline.

Based on the memories in their bloodlines, it is speculated that these two pseudo-dragons are merely demigods, which Bahamut conjectured might be due to the fact that their authority had been dispersed.

Bahamut looked down at his weak offspring, weighed the pros and cons, and finally made a decision.

Ander had been acting as a surrogate in this space for quite some time. He was floating in the air, attempting to perform a butterfly stroke using the dragon's body.

"Ahem... my offspring, I now entrust you with a glorious task..."

Upon hearing this, Ander immediately stood still, raising his head high as if the sand sculpture from before was a different kind of dragon.

"This false dragon is so evil that it deserves to be destroyed by justice, but the universe is endless, and my power needs to be used in more important ways..."

Bahamut put it very politely, which translates to: I'm too busy to take direct action, and your place is too far away to send anyone over, but I've gotten you some good stuff, and the cause of justice depends on your efforts.

After feeding Ander a large bowl of good dragon chicken soup, Bahamut gave him a magic circle.

"This magic array can separate the power from the bodies of these pseudo-dragons, devour them, and become stronger."

Bahamut knew that the world where Ender lived was too far away from his own, and he could hardly provide material assistance, let alone cross the crystal wall system to obtain authority, which would be a loss.

Therefore, he chose to let Ander devour these powers first, treating his own offspring as a safe haven. It was better for the treasure to be kept in the hands of his own people than to be given to outsiders.

After being fed a bowl of chicken soup and then stuffed with magical knowledge, Ender, after listening to Bahamut's words, could only think of one thing:

"Devour? Evolve? Are you raising a Kun from a distance?"

Chapter Twelve: The Ship Heading to China

Ten days later, on a passenger ship sailing from the port of Hamburg to Shanghai, China, Ander leaned against the railing, gazing at a red gem the size of a mung bean in his palm.

After receiving the magic circle from the platinum dragon god Bahamut, Ander immediately used it on the red dragon cub, performing a thrilling magical ritual in the basement of Angers.

Then the red dragon cub transformed into this tiny gem in a puff of smoke, shimmering with the captivating light of a mineral.

Although Angers criticized it as black magic, Ander himself said that a cat is a good cat as long as it can be petted, whether it's black or white.

By swallowing this gem, one can become stronger.

"What's the underlying principle? Is magic really all-powerful?"

Ander was completely baffled. As a sorcerer, he had no idea how to explore the mysteries of magic, and his knowledge was indeed insufficient.

Because this magic was a complete black box to him, Ander had to handle the forged gem with care, and had not consumed or absorbed it even after leaving Hamburg for China.

"I don't know what will happen after I eat it, I don't want my eyes to turn into light bulbs."

Unlike the golden eyes of hybrids, the eyes of true dragons are similar to those of felines, capable of reflecting light but not emitting light naturally, let alone displaying burning golden eyes.

Just as Ander was pondering this, a portly white man walked over.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, how did you manage to crawl out of the third-class cabin?"

In order to conceal their identities and avoid enemy attacks, Anders and Angers had to disguise themselves as tourists.

But he overlooked one thing: it was 1900.

The Qing dynasty is not yet over...

Where did your braid go?