Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

"Sorry, I'm an undercover agent."

Chapter 112 Planting the Sun

From this small hilltop, one can see the distant clouds and mist; this side is still bright, while the other side is filled with dark clouds.

Ander drew the Dingguo Sword with its transparent blade, shook it twice to shake off his student status, and then sheathed the sword.

"Oh dear, this is a bit bloody."

With that, Ander cast a sleep spell on the two children who were lying down, putting them to sleep.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up."

As he spoke, Ander removed the chains from their bodies and then took out clothes for them to wear.

Having gone through all this, the two brothers are likely to have nightmares. They will receive psychological counseling from relevant departments, and if necessary, their memories of the incidents will be erased.

At this moment, Su Qiming came up. He looked at the two people on the ground who were unharmed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, we arrived in time."

The two sped along following the locator in Lu Mingfei's pencil case and finally found the place. As soon as they got out of the car, they saw the younger brother carrying boxes.

Without saying a word, Ander immediately used a charm on his underlings to control them and find out the location of Lu Mingfei and his companion.

He then used a transformation spell to become his underling and carried the boxes up the mountain.

"Send them down first, then bring that guy up."

Ander gave Su Qiming some instructions, while he looked at the paper in his hand. In his opinion, the so-called sacrifice was not a simple ritual. In this world, everything was related to dragons, and this ritual was no exception.

Su Qiming carried one of the Lu brothers in each arm down the mountain, and then brought his underlings, who were under a spell, up the mountain.

"You send them back first, I'll look into it here."

"clear."

Su Qiming nodded in agreement. He didn't care what would happen to the two men anyway, since they were already sentenced to death, so he let Mr. Ander do whatever he wanted.

Looking at the A4 paper with the steps of the sacrifice written in his hand, Ander felt a strange sense of absurdity, mainly because the steps seemed too simple.

Step 1: Strip the person naked and tie them up

The second thing to avoid: feeding the dragon vein.

The third step: Cover the person with a cloth covered with runes and wait for the arrival of the gods.

According to the above explanation, the ritual is complete when the cloth and the people below disappear together.

The ceremony itself had an air of unreliability; the handwriting on the A4 paper was even printed in standard Song typeface.

"Can't these cult members even make up a story?"

Ander grumbled, then thought of the dragonborn eating noodles during the sacrificial ceremony, and suddenly the ceremony on the paper seemed to make sense.

While putting the paper into his pocket, he took out the items needed for the ceremony from a box next to him.

A black cloth lay quietly at the bottom of the box, with runes drawn on it in some kind of dark red pigment, which looked very inconspicuous.

The cloth must be made of some kind of animal skin; it feels very strange to the touch, with an indescribable peculiar quality.

Then, in the dim light of day, Ander, with the help of his dragon eyesight, saw the pattern drawn on the cloth, and the magic circle above looked very familiar.

"This is……"

The complex alchemical symbols combined to form a familiar magic circle, one that Ender had last encountered a hundred years ago.

This is the alchemical array that Friedrich used when he opened the Nibelungen in Tongwan City. Ander has been hanging out with the vice-principal for years, so he has some knowledge of alchemy.

He could tell that the alchemical array had been modified, but its overall structure was still similar to the original.

"Is it connected to Nibelungen?"

Ander suddenly understood what the sacrificial ritual was about: the chosen sacrifices would be transformed into undead by the dragon veins and then transported into Nibelungen to become members of Odin's undead army.

Someone is recruiting for the Nibelungen in Minzhou, quietly increasing the number of Dead Servants among them.

"I suddenly felt like doing something."

Looking at his underlings who were being restrained, Ander decided to give Odin a little surprise.

"Let me look for... an alchemical weapon, no, that's not right..."

Ander took out his spatial bag and rummaged through its contents. There was no way he could tidy it up; the bag was a complete mess.

"Gold ingots for grinding teeth... AK47 rifle... cat's eye stone... fallen dragon scales..."

Soon, Ander found his target among a pile of gold coins: a silver briefcase with a nuclear radiation symbol and a large exclamation mark on it.

This is a portable hydrogen bomb designed by the Equipment Department. It has high power and no pollution. It was a product of a flash of inspiration that Kupata came up with after he narrowly escaped death from Zero.

"That way I won't need to activate my Word of Power."

Rather than becoming the sun, Kupata, who possesses the power of the Rhine Words, would rather stay in the equipment department and drink cola.

After he developed this thing, Ender secretly got his hands on one. He didn't mean anything by it; his dragon was small and weak, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to have a hydrogen bomb for self-defense.

"I have a beautiful wish: to be able to plant the sun when I grow up."

As Ender sang, he controlled his underlings to strip naked and tie him to the one-eyed corpse.

"Plant one seed, just one is enough, and it will yield countless suns."

Opening the briefcase, I saw that although the equipment made by the equipment department was prone to exploding, these guys had one advantage: most of their equipment was designed for foolproof operation, as if they were afraid you wouldn't know how to detonate it.

Enter the password, verify the fingerprint, set the time, and then Ender secured the box and the one-eyed corpse together, binding the two people and the box together.

"One will be sent to Antarctica, and one to the Arctic Ocean."

The song drifted slowly, but the children's song, full of childlike fun, sounded anything but cheerful; instead, it was quite eerie.

Ander pried open his underling's jaw and shoved the bottle of dragon vein into his mouth. The glass bottle blocked his mouth and was secured to his throat with a rope, allowing the entire bottle of dragon vein to enter his body.

The dragon vein took effect quickly. This alchemical potion was frantically destroying the guy's original body, triggering the meager amount of dragon blood within him, and beginning to transform his body into that of a dragon.

His once dark body turned pale, his bones made an unpleasant grinding sound, and blood flowed from his eyes, only to be evaporated by his soaring body temperature in the blink of an eye.

Ander kicked him to the ground, took out a black cloth and covered him with it. According to the instructions, they would be taken by Odin and become warriors in Valhalla to fight for Odin.

"One hangs in winter, one hangs at night, hangs at night."

The alchemical array on the black cloth quietly took effect, and the gates of Odin's Nibelungen opened at that moment. Before Ander could even react, the ground in front of him was empty.

In the Nibelungen, Odin looked at the black cloth that appeared before him, and he knew that it was a sacrifice for him.

The spear swung down, tearing open the black cloth covering the body, revealing two people bound together in Nibelungen, one of whom had a box strapped to his body.

The surrounding Deadpools pounced on them; they were thirsty, craving flesh and blood, and also longing for someone to keep them company.

"La la la la plant the sun, la la la la plant the sun!"

The joyful singing of children echoed in the deathly silence of Nibelungen. The next second, a bright light flashed, and a sun appeared in Nibelungen.

"I hope Odin likes my gift."

Chapter 113 The Horse is Gone

In the ruined Nibelungen, Odin stood on the crystallized ground, his mask mostly shattered, revealing a withered human face beneath.

The surrounding area was filled with shadows in the shape of human figures. The original overpass had completely collapsed and turned into ruins.

The rubble was wriggling, and everything around was slowly returning to normal.

The Nibelungen possesses its own unique laws, which depend on its master. As a result, even humanity's proudest weapon, the hydrogen bomb, loses much of its power when it enters the Nibelungen.

Logically speaking, Odin, as the master of Nibelungen, should be able to limit the power of the bomb immediately, but he is just a fake, and he is no match for the real Odin in terms of strength or authority.

The army of undead servants that had been secretly amassed in Nibelungen over the years was completely depleted, and most importantly...

Odin's horse is gone!

The eight-legged celestial horse died in a wave of bomb explosions and turned to ashes in the sunlight.

Odin felt an unprecedented anger and emptiness, and driven by this emotion, he unleashed his power recklessly.

"Gah! Gah!"

The unpleasant sound of death echoed, and Nibelungen rapidly recovered. Odin stood on the newly restored highway, holding Gungnir, waiting for his prey to arrive.

He must eat quickly to regain his strength.

At this moment, Chu Tianjiao and Chu Zihang were sitting in a very luxurious car, side by side in the back seat, while a very refined-looking man was driving.

"This is a Maybach 62. I originally wanted to find a driver for it, but I haven't been able to find a suitable one yet."

The man's voice was gentle, without a trace of arrogance. His name was Lu Tianming, and he was Chu Tianjiao's rival in love back then, and now he was practically her brother-in-law.

Lu Tianming is a young entrepreneur, one of the more prominent figures in Minzhou. After graduating from university, he has been running his own business for over ten years, successfully establishing himself in Minzhou thanks to connections from his university days and support from his family.

Back then, both Lu Tianming and Chu Tianjiao had their eyes on Su Xiaoyan. In the end, Chu Tianjiao was the one who won the beauty's favor, while Lu Tianming was won over by Su Xiaoyan's best friend from the same dance troupe.

"Why did you go to Shilan? Luming isn't even in elementary school yet, is he?"

Lu Ming is Lu Tianming's son, and he is currently in kindergarten.

Chu Tianjiao harbored no animosity towards this former rival, even though the guy's business was growing bigger and his cars were getting better. After all, Chu Tianjiao had studied in Kassel, while Lu Tianming's car was nothing compared to that.

I used to drive a tank.

“Shilan Middle School is planning to be converted into a 12-year integrated middle school. I’m going to check it out and let my son see what’s going on.”

Chu Tianjiao was a little embarrassed. He had injured his hand in the fight with Dali, and Lu Tianming insisted on taking him home because he had difficulty driving.

Using a Word of Power in front of everyone and killing a Deadpool is too conspicuous. Although there are support staff to cover for him, he will probably be reassigned in the future.

The relevant departments don't need dazzling stars. Now that Chu Tianjiao has become so famous, he might be transferred directly to a publicity position.

Now Chu Tianjiao can only hope that his superiors will take his good fighting ability into consideration and quickly suppress the trouble he caused, and not transfer him from his combat position.

Thinking of this, Chu Tianjiao sighed, while Lu Tianming, who was driving, said with a smile:

"What's wrong? You're a great hero who saved people, yet you're sighing and complaining."

Chu Tianjiao smiled bitterly: