Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 512 Human Bone Rosary
The envoy of God is very strange. As an envoy stationed on the edge of the paradise and responsible for recruiting soldiers for the gods, he has left the paradise since he was 12 years old and came to the mortal world. The human beings here are greedy and ignorant, and no one can fight him.

To this day, when he soared through the sky relying on the power bestowed by the gods, he saw the two of Ander below. It was not until the flames turned into ropes, sealing off every trace of his retreat, that the envoy of the gods reacted, and he hit the iron... Board up.

Or to put it in a more religious tone, he encountered a demon, a terrifying sky demon.

Ender stood on the deck, watching the flames enveloping the envoy. He pulled hard, and the envoy fell from the sky, hitting the deck hard, creating a deep depression.

Angers took a breath, silently mourned for his yacht twice, and then asked with some doubts: "Is... so weak?"

"Well, maybe we should be more careful." Ender was more cautious than Anger, and threw a fireball, which exploded on the other's scorched flesh, roasting him from medium rare to well done.

At this time, Ander carefully lifted the other party up from the pit with the hands of a mage, and shaking, a half-burnt head rolled out of the robe. Seeing this, Ander turned around helplessly and said: " It seems... dead?"

Both An De and Anger were speechless. The other party was wearing a gorgeous gown, and his appearance was so high-profile. Ender was so frightened that he thought the other party would come with a bag of Mikang, so he acted a little harder.

Unexpectedly, the other party would not dodge or evade, and took a blow from Ender abruptly, and was directly burned into coke.

Seeing this, Ander and Ange looked at each other speechlessly. They could only look at Busca who was lying on the ground again. Ander walked up to the other side and kicked him: "Now, can we have a good talk?"

Busca glanced at the corpse of the angel next to him with lingering fear, and nodded quickly: "My lord, I can tell you whatever you want to know."

"Oh, so proactive." Ender found a chair and sat down: "Then let's talk about it."

Seeing Ander's expression, Busca was like pouring beans into a bamboo tube. He told what he had done all these years, even the incident of robbing with a pistol when he was six years old, and Ender heard it for a while. frown.

Anger next to him was rummaging through the dead body of the envoy, interjecting a few words from time to time to add some information he knew.

"In this case, you just need to lead the way." Ander was very satisfied with Busca's obedience: "Mr. Busca, are you a good guide?"

"Of course, my lord." Busca forced a smile, "I have been pimping my mother since I was three years old."

Ignoring the relationship between pimping and leading the way, Ander walked up to Angers and asked, "What did you see?"

Angers tore away the tattered white robe on the envoy's body, and scattered some broken things on the ground. It was a coin-sized decoration, which was blackened by the fire and shattered a lot. .

"This is, bone?" Holding these coin-sized decorations, Ender weighed them a few times in his hands. It seems that they are decorations made of bones, with some patterns on them, which were directly carved.

Anger nodded: "This is a human bone, and it seems to be a part of the skull." Anger looked a little ugly, and he picked up the head of the envoy: "Look at the top of his head."

Ender stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt a few times: "He has no hair, no, it's shaved."

After that, Ander's eyelids twitched a few times, and he pulled off the angel's clothes, and found a string of rosary beads on the other's wrist.

"Fuck, is this a monk?" Ender looked at the shape of the rosary, and couldn't help but swear.

They exchanged glances with Angers, both of them were a little unbelievable to this conclusion, a monk became an envoy of God in South America, this kind of thing is a bit too post-modern.

Ander weighed the bones in his hands a few times, recalling the big monks he met on the plateau, and said seriously: "If this conclusion is correct, then these bones may be human browbones."

On the plateau, the local monks believe that the center of the eyebrows is the center of wisdom, so after these people die, they will remove the eyebrows and make them into rosary beads or cassocks, which become a rare magic weapon.

However, for Ander, who had been to the plateau before liberation, he knew that this was just a high-sounding statement, and those who were actually made into magic weapons were more low-status serfs.

After all, there are not many monks, but there are always many slaves, and the nobles who worship the Buddha are always eager for such a magic weapon, so the raw materials can only be slightly worse.

"It seems that the Dragon King is quite nostalgic, and he brought all the religions of China." Ender reached out and took the rosary and the brow bone decorations in his hand: "It seems that there is something different about it. It’s better to keep it for now.”

Ang Rou nodded, turned around and took the backpack from the cabin, ready to go.

It was the middle of the night at this time, and the commotion that Ander made just now had long since disappeared in the silence, the moon was dark and the wind was high, it was the night of the murder.

The two pulled up Busca, who was recovering from his breath, gave him some dry food and water to restore his strength, and let him lead the way towards the golden city.

When the night is a time of ferocious beasts, cougars haunt the jungle, looking for their next dinner, but they dare not get close to the few people walking in the jungle, where there are more terrifying existences than lions.

The progress of the few people was very smooth, and the obstacles in the jungle were not difficult for Ender and Anger, but the problem was Busca, who found that he could no longer find the way back.

Being very sensitive to the road, he found himself spinning in one place, which should not have happened, but like a ghost hitting a wall, he couldn't get out of this area.

"Okay, you can stop now." Feeling the changes in the surrounding space, Ender nodded with satisfaction: "You are good at leading the way, but from now on, it's none of your business."

Busca showed a humble smile and nodded hastily. At this moment, he felt as if his body was flying with ease, looking up at the three people below from a high altitude.

three people?

What is that headless corpse? ...

……It's me.

Busca closed his eyes in satisfaction, a perfect smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the headless corpse slowly fell down. Anger put away the pocket knife, returned to Ender and asked:

"Are we there yet?"

"Of course, have you noticed that we have already circled around the Nibelungen." Ender showed a bright smile, and took out the human bone rosary in his hand: "This thing is the key to enter it."

Ender shook the rosary and said, "Can you feel it? There is a living spirit working in it."

"It's very similar to those pseudo-dragons, using the soul as the key?" Ang Rou nodded, and began to take things out of the backpack: "I have brought a lot of good things here, what do you think of this bomb, that one?" Will the Dragon King be satisfied with my tribute?"

(End of this chapter)