Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 32 Baichengzi under the moonlight

It was getting late, and Angers was alone reinforcing the alchemy circle left by Friedrich, while Ander set up a tent with a few others, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

Angers judged that only when the moon came out, the gates of the Nibelungen would be close to the real world, and that was the best time to open the gates.

After setting up the tent, Ender didn't really want to rest. He wanted to take a look at this ancient city, although there were only some broken stones here.

Walking leisurely in this wasteland, the sun is about to set, and the ambiguous red light shines on the withered yellow grass leaves, which is quite interesting to watch.

The comfortable thumping sound of his feet on the withered grass reminded Ender of the sound of bones breaking when he broke a human trafficker's leg.

Wait, is this voice wrong?

Ander raised his foot and saw that a yellow-white femur was broken into two by Ender. It turned out that he really stepped on a bone and thought it was grass.

Ender apologized to the owner of the leg bone. He didn't learn any necromancy spells, so it was a great sin not to pull this person up for a chat.

"This bone is wrong, it doesn't look like an old bone."

Ender looked at the texture of this bone. This leg bone was obviously not like those old bones that had been buried for hundreds of years and would be too hard for a dog to chew on. Instead, it looked more like the bones of a recently deceased person.

Thinking of what Angers said earlier that the alchemy circle needed a lot of blood to operate, Ender already had a guess in his mind that this was probably the person sacrificed by Friedrich.

Ender silently put the leg bones back in place, dug up some soil with the hands of a mage, and let the poor man rest in the ground.

"Sorry, brother, when I find that guy, I will kill him for you, and then I will crush his legs."

Back at the camp, Ender found something to cover the rest, and lay down beside the campfire.

"Uncle De, where have you been?"

Chu Jie came over with the knife in his arms and asked curiously.

"I found someone to chat with, and he asked me to break that Friedrich's leg."

"Who is there?"

"There are not many living people, but there are many dead people."

Chu Jie was taken aback by Ander's words, and replied nervously:

"Uncle De, you can't help me."

"You just think too much, go to work."

Ander sent Chu Jie away, looked at the distant stone wall and fell into deep thought.

I am still too weak now, lacking some of my own strength, such as a few loyal family members, a group of younger brothers who are willing to work, and a few helpful allies.

The situation of Huaxia's mixed race is not very good now, maybe I can consider staying in Huaxia and developing some of my own power.

For example, the brothers and sisters of the Chu family are good. When the adventure is over, find a way to transform the two of them into their own people.

Take out a glass bead and use it as a medium to use the three-ring evocation spell: Leomond's hut.

A hemispherical shield enveloped the small camp, making the climate more comfortable and secretly protecting the teammates in the camp from harm.

Ander took off his cotton coat, leaned against his body, and watched Tongwan City under the night.

The city wall of Tongwan City presents a strange white color. As the sun sets in the west and the moon hangs in the sky, the city wall of Tongwan City looks even whiter.

The brilliance of the moon cast a layer of silver on this ancient city. Because of this beautiful scene, the local people also called this place "Baichengzi".

If it was Japanese, it would probably be called this place: Empire の White Sanctuary or something like that

As time passed, the white walls of Tongwan City became whiter and whiter under the moonlight, exuding a wonderful, silver-like metallic luster.

When it was close to midnight, several people from the Tiandihui climbed out of the tent and walked towards the alchemy formation drawn by Angers with Ander.

"This ceremony is very important. Don't watch or listen. Cover your eyes and ears with a cloth."

Angers used his identity as a foreign scholar to trick several primary school dropouts from the Tiandihui into closing their eyes.

Coming to Ander, Anger took his hand and said:
"I will try to summon the door and try my best to use spells to open it."

Ender raised his eyebrows and responded calmly:

"Don't worry, this delicate door can't withstand my violent blast."

Angers stood in the middle of the circle and cut his wrist without hesitation.

If there is always one sacrifice, it will start with me.

Red blood dripped down, and wisps of moonlight projected on the magic circle. Under the effect of unknown alchemy, Angers' blood was stained with a trace of silvery white.

No, it wasn't enough. Angers slid the knife and cut his arm, and the blood spurted out, filling most of the magic circle.

The blood is wriggling like a snake, the huge white city gathers the moonlight in one place, and the ancient gate is about to appear again.

The silver-red blood wriggled, pooled together, and intertwined like vines, forming a door, as if a skilled craftsman wove a door with them as threads.

"Right now!"

Ange shouted, his voice a little weak, this ritual consumed too much of his blood, and made every muscle of him feel pain.

Ender mobilized the magic power in his body, looking for the resonance point between these two planes.

Let the vibration of space smash the damned door!
Under Ender's adjustment, the space around the gate vibrated, and the world of the dead was so close to reality at this moment, which meant that now was the time when the Nibelungen was most vulnerable.

"Give it to me, open!"

Ender was frantically outputting magic power. Under the resonance of the two planes, the summoned door was overwhelmed and made an unpleasant sound.

Click...click!
There was the sound of something cracking, and a crack that was as wide as one person appeared on the gate. From the crack, Ender could see that there was an ancient Chinese-style city on the other side of the gate.

"Nibelungen, here at last."

Ender limped over, sang a nice song, stuffed Angers' hands with a few treats for minor injuries, and managed to stop the bleeding.

"Looks like you can't use a gun."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I prefer to use knives."

Ender picked up Angers on his back, and the rest of the team members also took off their blindfolds, looking at Angers whose left arm was dripping with blood, they all showed unbearable expressions.

Angers waved his hands at them and said calmly:

"Look, I told you it's dangerous."

"Foreign scholar, you..."

"The door is open, let's go in."

Ange interrupted the thank you that several people wanted to say, and smeared the medicine he brought on his arm. His left hand was useless for a while.

Now, let him enter the land of the dead and see what happened to Friedrich in this Nibelungen!

(End of this chapter)