Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 10 Battle and Sacrifice

A new round of battle started the moment Ender shot the magic missile. Angers sideways avoided the missile with a very obvious trajectory, allowing the missile to shatter the oil painting hanging on the wall.

"Come on, little guy, let you see the power of the dragon!"

Obviously, Ender was very excited. He didn't like to fight, but he liked to educate his opponent while beating him to the point where he couldn't fight back.

Well, maybe Ender just likes to abuse food.

"Magic missiles may be useless, but there is never more than one way to defeat you, sleep technique!"

Perhaps because of the race, Ender likes to use sleep, a one-ring enchantment spell, which can put enemies within a fan-shaped range into a sleep state, very similar to the breath of the brass dragon.

In a small indoor environment, the magic released in this range is the biggest killer.

A fan-shaped beam of light was emitted. Angers had just avoided the magic missile at this time. When he saw Ender raising his hand, he immediately hid behind the chair and used the chair as a cover to defend against the sleep spell.

"Magic can't be stopped with wood. You'd better get a good night's sleep. As a punishment for failure, I'll write 'Yan Ling is a hot chicken' on your forehead."

Ander couldn't resist the influence of time zero, so he could only take advantage of Anger's speech spirit before he recovered.

The beam of light passed through the wooden chair, and Ender showed a wicked smirk, and walked over in a calm manner.

"Hush... Baby Ange is asleep, let me see where it's better to write on him."

Ander was confident that Ange would not be able to resist his sleep technique. He had just used the Spirit of Words and could not recover immediately.

But the next second, he knew he was wrong.

Ding! ...

A jackknife pierced out of Ender's blind spot, but was blocked by an invisible shield.

"Mage armor, a useful little trick, remember to put a shield on yourself if you have nothing to do."

Ander looked at Angers who suddenly appeared from behind him. Angers was holding the pocket knife with complicated patterns, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"It's just a competition, there's no need to work so hard, I'm still waiting to get the rest of the reward."

Ander saw that Angers must have forcibly used the spirit of speech to escape the scope of the sleep technique.

"This is the power of man!"

Angers said something similar to Ender's.

But Ander, uncharacteristically, did not speak, and hooked his hands, signaling the game to continue.

Ange just wanted to move, but found that his feet seemed to be entangled by something. Looking down, a piece of rope was dexterously clinging to his ankle like a snake.

"Level [-] transmutation spell, activation rope, fall down!"

Ender laughed out loud. When Angers spoke just now, he used the activation rope to summon a magic rope and sneaked to Angers feet, just for this moment.

"Wisdom is also part of strength, Angers, silly boy."

Pulling the activation rope backwards, Anger could no longer maintain his balance and fell forward.

At this moment, everything stopped again, Ange activated Time Zero again, blood overflowed from his mouth, he struggled to untie the restraint, but he could no longer maintain the spirit of speech, so he could only lift the fold at the last moment knife, and threw it at Ender's gaping mouth.

Swish!
Time began to flow, and the jackknife pierced Ender's unclosed lips with the last force of Angers, inserted between the teeth, and left a small gash on Ender's tongue.

"Aw!" Ender quickly pulled out his jackknife, took out the healing potion he had collected, and poured it into his mouth.

Brass dragons were most proud of their dexterous tongues, and Ender didn't want any problems with his mouth.

"Like, Anjo, my tongue!"

Under Ender's reckless treatment, the small cut made by the jackknife was healed quickly.

Ender is really angry now, this is the most precious organ in his whole body, even if he lacks two taels of crotch, Ender is not willing to be without tongue.

"I'm going to strip you naked and throw you into the magic tentacles, let those damn magic tentacles..."

Ender subconsciously uttered very bad words, but he immediately realized that the one he was fighting against was not a beautiful female mage, but a bald man in a suit.

Ender looked at Anger, only to find that Anger had fainted from the forcible use of words, and a trace of golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining the carpet red.

Seeing Angers' miserable state, Ander's anger subsided for the most part, cursingly took out a bottle of leftover healing potion, and poured it into Angers' mouth.

"Who told you that you are my family..."

Under Ender's treatment, Anger quickly regained consciousness. He coughed up a piece of bloody phlegm that was stuck in his throat, pushed Ender away, and limped towards the door.

"You almost broke my tongue, I've decided that you'll have to shovel shit for me for 200 years."

"Whatever, if I can live for 200 years." Ange shrugged and made a gesture of spreading his hands.

"If you die, I will turn you into the lowest undead. Wait a minute, where are you going?"

"Go and pack your luggage, we're leaving tomorrow." Ange said perfunctorily
Ender didn't say anything more, but emphasized: "Remember to learn magic, if my family members don't even know how to petrify, how can I have the face to face a dragon."

Ang Ran nodded, he knew that he was completely crushed by Ender in terms of hard power, and the reason why Ender suffered was entirely because Ender was too complacent.

On the other side, Ander, who sent Angers away, began to think about his own problems. Obviously, Ender hadn't fought for a long time, and he could only stand in place as a fort mage during the sparring.

What's more important is that he can't defend against Time Zero's time-stop ability at all, he can only rely on defense to resist, and the dragon language spirits in this world must be stronger than Angers, and the four kings are even natural disaster-level existences. Like hitting a grandson.

"I'm going to Tongwan City with Angers to find that sacrificial ceremony. My strength is still not enough. What should I do?"

Ender was worried about his own strength, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and looked at the red dragon cub specimen that was visiting on the table.

"Sacrifice, specimen, pseudo-dragon, specimen, sacrifice... sacrifice!"

"You said what would happen if you dedicated this thing to God?" This thought came out of Ender's mind uncontrollably.

In Ander's world, that is, DND's world view, all dragons are the original dragons: the descendants of the dragon god Io, and the metal dragons believe that they are the most perfect creation of Io.

But although the dragons in this world are very similar to the dragons in the DND world, they are fundamentally different: they are not created by Io, but originated from the black king Nigelhold.

Therefore, in Ander's eyes, the dragons in this world are like imitations created by some evil god imitating the real dragon. This kind of offense to the real dragon is enough to make any pure giant dragon angry, including those high-ranking dragon gods. .

Then when the gods turned their attention to this world, they would soon find that there was only one of them, and that was Ander.

According to Ander's thinking, he will most likely become a mercenary of these gods, and he will be poured with a lot of divine power. In this world, he will punish evil and promote good, and by the way, he will promote the dragon gods.

Just do it, Ender act now

Take out the interspatial bag from his body, don't ask where Ender took it out, there are always some gaps in the dragon's body to hide things.

Ender took out three shrines from the space bag. The largest one was engraved with a galaxy nebula. It was the emblem of Bahamut, the king of good dragons. He liked to bring justice to all parts of the universe and fight against evil chromatic dragons.

The second, smaller one has a brass dragon head with a smirk on it. This is Asterina, the envoy of Io, a god worshiped by brass dragons. She likes knowledge and loves to play. A god of chaotic alignment.

On the third one is an open book, which represents Hull the Humorer, the kindest of the three gods, in charge of inspiration and humor. Ender is regarded as his shallow disciple. Bye bye.

"It's not in vain if you have a backer. I don't know what kind of expressions these dragon gods will have when they see this fake red dragon."

With a mischievous smirk on his face, Ender couldn't wait to move the table and put down the shrine, preparing to give those gods a big surprise.

"Ms. Joker will probably like this kind of surprise very much, and the other two will probably be out of breath."

"It's right to be angry, the more angry, the more rewards I will get for killing these pseudo-dragons..."

Ander collected himself and began to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony...

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(End of this chapter)