Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Hearing Nicholas's incoherent words, Ander waved his hands repeatedly and said:

"Stop, stop, stop! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Nicholas picked up the white gem and gently stroked its smooth surface; Ander could assure him he had never done that even with his lover.

"Although I cannot release the power of words through alchemy, I have discovered a way to extract the energy from the authority."

"This gem can directly connect to the origin of the world and draw energy from it. This is the source of the power of words."

"This tiny gem, within my alchemical array, can generate enough electricity in a single day to power the entire city of Chicago for a year."

Nicholas's voice suddenly lowered.

"Moreover, there is no limit; no matter how much energy is extracted, it will never be exhausted."

Ander looked at Nicholas, thought carefully for a moment, and said:

"But that's not a perpetual motion machine; it's just an extremely large energy source."

Nicholas rolled his eyes, put the white gem back into the magic circle, and said irritably:

"Yes, the people in the physics department said the same thing, and even told me that I should go and brush up on my high school physics first."

But his voice rose again.

"I named this energy source energy. With the source energy generator, the underground generator set in the school can be completely retired, and we will no longer need to steal electricity from the power plant in Chicago."

Ander was somewhat speechless. Nicholas's words made it sound as if the academy was facing a severe power shortage.

"Also, those madmen in the physics department have always wanted to build an even more powerful particle collider. With that, we'll never have to worry about electricity again."

This statement reminded Ander of a very interesting application:

"Wait, wait, I remember you previously achieved the conversion between magic and electricity."

Nicholas paused for a moment, then said smugly:

"It's easy, a piece of cake, no need to thank me."

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was, do you know what a teleportation array is?"

Nicholas looked at Ander, thought for a moment, and then spoke:

"You mean using source energy to power the teleportation array..."

Ander replied:

"That way we can go wherever we want."

It's important to understand that Ender's method of casting spells is to communicate with the magic in the surrounding world, creating a special structure that unleashes the magic's own power.

However, the magic in this world is inferior to that in the original world in both quality and quantity. This makes it take Ender longer to communicate with magic, and some delicate spells often go wrong.

For example, the teleportation spell often had inaccurate positioning. On several occasions, Ander even teleported into the stratosphere. If he hadn't been a dragon, he would have turned into an ice pop in the stratosphere long ago.

With this, the magic concentration of the surrounding environment can be increased, thereby enabling... long-distance teleportation.

“Hey Nicholas, have you ever thought about… going to the moon to take a look?”

Vice Principal Nicholas clapped his hands and laughed:

"Didn't you say before that you couldn't teleport there?"

“Because Angers calculated that the energy required to teleport to the moon is too enormous, and the magic concentration in this world simply does not meet the requirements.”

Ander pointed to the white crystal and said:

"But now we have a solution, don't we?"

Standing up, Ander waved his hands; he had long wanted to go see the moon.

“I will teleport there and build a permanent teleportation array to link it to Earth, so that we can soon establish a base on the moon.”

"Just think about it, a lunar base, something that only exists in science fiction, don't you get excited?"

Even though Nicholas wasn't particularly interested in the lunar base, he clearly couldn't hold back an excited dragon.

“Angers probably won’t like it. It’s a bit like those doomsday prophecies, building shelters where dragons can’t find them or something.”

Ander paid no heed to the objections of his family; he pulled Nicholas aside and gestured with one hand towards him:

"Never mind him, our goal is the stars and the sea."

"Um... Ender, have you seen Space Battleship Yamato?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"I always thought you hated islanders."

"That's right, that's why I never pay to watch movies."

Chapter 120 Going to the Moon

The moon, Earth's satellite, is the only celestial body in the city's murky night sky. Like a goddess draped in a light veil, it hangs in mid-air, shrouding itself in mystery, and radiates its unique charm to the earth.

Countless people longed to lift that veil and come to the goddess's side to kiss her, but the vast distance meant that only a few could achieve this feat.

At first, there were some machines, then several strong white men. Technological advancements transformed this celestial goddess into a woman of the night, no longer mysterious.

People quickly lost interest in the moon; in their eyes, it was old and faded, and the trip there was too costly, so it was no longer of much significance.

But for Ender, what he wanted to do was not just to delve into the goddess's veil and find out what was inside, but to make the goddess his own possession and to make the moon his own territory.

"So you're planning to have me go and get some lunar soil."

Angers sat behind his desk, counting his fish. It seemed that two groupers were missing; perhaps they had hidden in the crevices.

"Yes, teleportation requires specific items at the target location to be cast."

Angers rubbed his temples in exasperation. Kassel College had never put much effort into aerospace or astronomy, so obtaining lunar soil would probably take a long time.

"Can't you contact China?"

"China's lunar soil was also given to it by the Americans. Anyway, you have plenty, so what's wrong with giving me some?"

Since Apollo 11, the United States has landed on the moon six times. Even if all the lunar soil obtained was distributed to universities, there would still be some left over. Angers could always manage to get more.

"At least two kilograms, the more the better. Once the teleportation is successful, you can have as much as you want."

The United States has collected at least hundreds of kilograms of lunar soil during its moon landings over the years, but Angers had no knowledge of this and therefore thought lunar soil was very precious.

“Okay, I should still have connections at NASA, I’ll try my best to get you as many as possible.”

Angers sighed as he watched Ander, who looked like he'd found a new toy, and wondered if Kassel College should add a branch of astrophysics.

"I'm not going to say anything more. I'm going to go talk to those old fogies in the Physics Department and see if they can come up with anything good."

Ender was very concerned about this matter, not only because he really wanted to go to the moon, but also because if Earth was destroyed by those crazy dragon kings, he would at least have a place to retreat tactically so that he could launch a counterattack on Earth in the future.

After leaving the principal's office in Angers, he went straight to the physics department, but the old fogies hiding in the basement righteously refused Ander's request.

“President Ander, we are researching the secrets of the limits of matter and the end of time. Your question can be answered by an undergraduate student. Please do not disturb us.”

So Ander was escorted out by a group of old men wearing diapers, and he had no choice but to go to another place to gather manpower.

The vice principal's alchemy department has been brought in, and some people from China will also be coming. To create a fake base on the moon, the assistance of one place is indispensable.

Equipment Department.

That's right. Don't be fooled by the fact that these nerds always stay underground, eating burgers and fries, and spending their days figuring out how to add bombs to all sorts of equipment.

However, their recycling technology is unique to Kassel. You should know that the equipment department's base in Watt Alheim is located in an underground nuclear shelter, where all the air and water are filtered and recycled through instruments.

Because these goblins believed that the outside air and water were harmful to their health, they resolutely carried out a major overhaul of the equipment department. In their words, this equipment could guarantee their breathing and drinking needs for three hundred years.

These guys were recently trying to extract protein from feces and then use the protein to make hamburgers, but something rather pungent happened, so the plan was abruptly halted.

Taking the elevator, Ander changed into a protective suit in a closed room. According to the equipment department, this would prevent external germs from invading their delicate bodies.

"Principal Ander, you've arrived."

A thin, dark-skinned figure walked over. He had a head of messy black hair and looked somewhat weak.

"Kupata, you've come at the right time. I need to speak with Akadula."

Kupata smiled wryly:

"The minister is looking into it; please tell me."

After surviving the ordeal of Zero, Kupata plunged headlong into the Equipment Department, and thanks to the intellectual advantage brought by his high bloodline, he has now become the deputy minister.

This was good news for Equipment Minister Akadullah, because Kupata was relatively honest, which allowed him to delegate the work he didn't like to this fairly normal deputy minister, while he could do some more valuable research.

For example, turning feces into steak, or installing nuclear bombs under the seats of Angers' private jet.

“I’m planning to build a base on the moon. You can recruit a group of people from the equipment department to participate in this project.”

Kupata nodded. He was one of the few guys in the Equipment Department who wasn't so crazy, so many Executive Department specialists liked to talk to him. Aside from his habit of recommending his portable hydrogen bombs to others, he was a pretty decent guy.

"Ming... what are you going to say next?"

"I want to build a base on the moon, the kind that people can live in. I'll find a group of people and get it built."

Kupata took a few deep breaths, grabbed Ander's hand, and slammed it down a few times.

“Principal Ander, you are indeed the one who truly understands the Equipment Department. Wait here, I’ll go and recruit people right away.”

To Ander's surprise, these shut-ins showed unparalleled enthusiasm for going to the moon, because they believed that the moon was obviously safer than Earth, where the Dragon King lived.

"Going to the moon is the best way to protect our intelligence."

Soon, a group of madmen from the Equipment Department gathered together, and together with the Vice Principal's Alchemy Department and relevant departments of China, the three forces quickly began their work.

Meanwhile, Ander was holding a jar of lunar soil, examining it closely.

"There are five kilograms of lunar soil in here. I thought it was something very precious."

Angers looked at the jar in Ander's hand. In recent years, the United States has greatly reduced NASA's funding, and research on the moon has gradually declined. This batch of lunar soil has also become a collection in the safe.

"Soon we'll have as many of these as we want."

Ander looked at the laboratory next to him, where Nicholas was making final adjustments. The almost infinite energy in the white gem was being extracted and converted into magic through an alchemical array, filling the entire room.

On the other side, Ander grabbed a handful of lunar soil from the jar and stuffed it into his mouth. It felt like he had swallowed a mouthful of sand; it had no taste.

"This will allow me to familiarize myself with the soil as quickly as possible and identify my goals."