Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 11 Hello, are you there?

In the messy room, tables, chairs and books were roughly thrown aside. Ender half-kneeled on the ground, holding some kind of paint and painting a precise magic circle on the wooden floor.

Praying to the gods is like making a phone call, but Ender is far away, so long-distance calls must be made, and the cost will naturally increase.

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

Ender spent a lot of money to make this long-distance call, and took out all kinds of magic items that he had been cheating and abducting all over the years, ah no, carefully collected.

With Ender's efforts, a magic circle filled with various geometric figures was quickly drawn. Ander moved the shrine of Hull the Joker to the center of the circle, and he also picked up the specimen of the red dragon cub. Stand in the circle.

The Joker was the kindest of the gods, and Ender was going to explore the way first.

With the input of magic power, the magic circle gradually lit up, and Ender read the name of the joker in dragon language, which was dialing.

The moment he chanted the gods, Ender felt a kind of connection that didn't seem to exist, and the phone was connected.

Ender immediately read a complicated prayer, but it was really saying:

"Hello? Is sister Hull there? I have something good for you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and after half a ring, a sentence came back:
"Not..."

The connection was interrupted, and Ander was stunned for a long time before he realized that the joker is an educated person, how can an educated person fight and kill.

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

Ender moved Asterina's shrine again, put the shrine in the magic circle, and called another big boss again.

"Is the boss here, there are good things for you here."

But this time, Ender got another rejection, and the boss directly threw a sentence: use your brain more, believe in yourself, and hung up the phone.

"What are you doing, isn't the metal dragon god reliable?"

Ender made two phone calls without success, so he could only focus on the last boss: Platinum Dragon God, Bahamut.

Bahamut is the lord of good dragons, he likes to punish evil and promote good, fight against evil dragons, and uphold justice. For such a dragon, we still have to do what we like.

"Hello? Boss, there are a lot of chaotic and evil creatures pretending to be real dragons to ruin our reputation. People in this world are in dire straits. They also say that real dragons are not as perfect as them. I can't stand it anymore, little brother. Please take care of it!"

After getting through the phone call, Ander cried out to the dragon god. Under the black and white description of the brass dragon, the dragon here was described as an existence more evil than the demons of the bottomless abyss, which naturally attracted Bahamut. attention.

After sensing Bahamut's attention, Ender raised the red dragon cub in his hand and said:
"Boss, look, these are the pseudo-dragons. I heard that they live longer than us, and they can be resurrected like a lich after death."

After saying these words, Ander obviously felt light on his hand, and the red dragon specimen was suspended.

Ander came back to his senses, and found that he had turned back into a dragon form, and was in an infinitely vast space, surrounded by a galaxy constructed of countless stars.

Ender knew that Bahamut had taken the bait, and he spared no effort to pull himself into this space, not just talking on the phone.

A voice resounded like Hong Zhong Da Lu, which was only heard by Ander in the oldest inheritance, the voice of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut.

"So evil, so blasphemous, such a terrible creature exists..."

Bahamut has so many things to do every day, it is impossible to receive the prayers of believers one by one, but Ender's long distance is a bit far away, similar to the president of the United States who suddenly received a call from Mars, so he still took the time to come and have a look.

But it didn't matter, he was startled when he saw that this small, dormant baby dragon soaked in liquid didn't belong to any dragons he knew.

Bahamut was conceived from the corpse of the dragon god Io, and the dragon god Io is the creator of all dragons, so all dragons have the mark of Io in their bodies.

But the young dragon was clean, and Bahamut immediately understood that it was not the creation of the Dragon God Io.

If that's all it is, after carefully analyzing the structure of this creature, Bahamut found that these pseudo-dragons are even better than real dragons in some ways, such as being able to be resurrected in a certain way after death, which is different from ordinary real dragons. Compared with a larger body, or the kind of mimicry talent similar to that of a doppelganger.

If they are allowed to develop, they may gradually replace the real dragons.

Because of this, Bahamut laments how terrifying this creature is.

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

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

The huge black dragon created a group of dragons that covered the sky and the sun. They enslaved humans and built a huge empire, but because they could not control the madness in their blood, they rebelled against their creators.

But Bahamut's attention was not on the Black King. He was more concerned about the two dragons with slender bodies and thin film-like wings. They controlled the wind and soared in the sky.

That is the king of sky and wind among the four monarchs.

One of Bahamut's vocations is the wind, and he saw at a glance that the two dragons can control the essence of the wind, which is the godhead, or authority, which countless creatures most desire.

"How can something like this stay in the hands of those evil creatures, if I have this, maybe I can go one step further..."

Even the king of good dragons cannot completely resist the greed that comes from blood.

According to the memory in the bloodline, the two pseudo-dragons are only demigods, and Bahamut conjectures that it may be due to the dispersion of authority.

Bahamut looked at his weak heir below, weighed the pros and cons, and finally made up his mind.

Ender had been in this space for a long time at this time, he was floating in the air, trying to use the dragon's body to perform a butterfly stroke.

"Cough..., my son, now I have a glorious mission for you..."

Hearing this, Ander immediately stood still and raised his head high, as if the sand sculpture just now was another dragon.

"This pseudo-dragon is so evil that it should be eliminated by justice, but the universe is endless, and my power needs to be used in more important places..."

Bahamut said it very elegantly. The translation means that I am very busy and it is not convenient to take action directly. Your place is too far away, and I can’t send someone there, but I got you some good things. The cause of justice depends on you hard work.

After filling a large bowl of good dragon chicken soup, Bahamut gave Ender a magic circle

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

Bahamut knew that the world where Ander lived was too far away from him. It was difficult for him to provide material assistance, and it was even more impossible for him to cross the crystal wall system to gain authority.

Therefore, he chose to let Ander devour these rights first, using his heir as a safe, at least it was better to keep the treasure in his own hands than to give it to outsiders.

And after being fed a big bowl of chicken soup, Ender was stuffed with magic knowledge. Hearing Bahamut's words, he just wanted to complain:
"Swallow? Evolve? Why don't you raise Kun here?"

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