Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 92 Praise Bahamut, Suck

In the sweltering summer, the scorching heat brought by high humidity and high temperature makes most people in Fujian drowsy.

It is eleven o'clock in the morning, and a man is walking in the shadow cast by the roadside trees, walking towards his destination nervously.

"I hope it will be of some use."

Chu Tianjiao prayed silently in his heart. He had been transferred to the second line for a while. As a dragon descendant hybrid, the blood from the real dragon and the false dragon clashed in his body.

Unfortunately, for Chu Tianjiao, the blood of the pseudo-dragon in his body was far superior to that of the real dragon, which brought him a powerful speech ability, and also made him unable to resist Odin's amnesiac.

But as an excellent commissioner of relevant departments, Chu Tianjiao was unwilling to step back to the second line. He was only in his thirties, not to mention working until he was a hundred like Principal Angers, at least another 30 years would be fine.

So someone showed him a way: "Use the gods to fight the gods."

A few years ago, a sect suddenly appeared in the relevant departments of China, called the Brass Dragon Chat Club, also known as the Bahamut Sect. It is said that there is a real god behind it.

However, most of the believers among them are dragon-born hybrids with stronger blood and more dragon transformations. Of course, Chu Tianjiao has never had contact with them. In order to return to the front line, Chu Tianjiao can only bite the bullet.

After being introduced by several people, Chu Tianjiao finally got the information of this sect. Every weekend at noon, they hold a ceremony in the special canteen of the relevant department.

The relevant department has a relatively large headquarters in Fujian Province, but Chu Tianjiao works at the police station, so he doesn't necessarily go there once a year, but now, he is standing outside the cafeteria of the relevant department, hesitating.

For a person who grew up in China, this kind of weird religion usually appears on the scam bulletin boards, warning passers-by not to believe in cults.

"Captain Chu, you're here."

Chu Tianjiao looked back and saw a young man in his twenties standing behind him. He looked familiar. He should be a new commissioner who joined the relevant department a few years ago.

"Hello."

Chu Tianjiao waved his hand and greeted the young man.

"Team Chu is here for the first time. The ceremony is about to begin. There are still fresh shrimps today. You are lucky this time."

The young man looked very talkative, he was about to walk in with Chu Tianjiao.

Chu Tianjiao gritted his teeth and walked towards the cafeteria. The young man led the way, turned a few corners and walked to the private room of the cafeteria.

"Captain Chu, it's here."

Before coming here, Chu Tianjiao thought a lot about the content of the ceremony. He originally thought it would be a group of masked men besieging the city in a circle and dancing strange dances on a weird magic circle.

Or the men and women lying naked together in a blood-stained room, doing something indescribable.

But when the young man opened the door, Chu Tianjiao saw seven or eight people sitting around a round table, three or four dishes were placed on the glass turntable on the table, a plate of bright red boiled shrimp was very eye-catching.

A few people were knocking sunflower seeds, and were exchanging trivial matters of life. A middle-aged man in his forties, seeing the young man who opened the door, got off his chair and raised his hand to say hello.

"Xiao Liu, you are finally here. This is the Chu team, young and promising, young and promising, sit down."

Now Chu Tianjiao really couldn't understand it. The mysterious religion and the power of gods that were promised, looked like a dinner party among friends.

The young man named Xiao Liu took out a piece of paper and a few magnetic stickers from his pocket, and stuck the paper on a blackboard in the box with the magnetic stickers. Below the blackboard was a table with an incense burner on it.

"Come on, Team Chu, offer incense to the Platinum Dragon God."

Xiao Liu took three sticks of incense and handed them to Chu Tianjiao, asking him to stick them on the incense burner.

"Do you want to kowtow?"

"We don't pay attention to this, you can do whatever you want."

Chu Tianjiao looked at the A4 paper pasted on the blackboard. There was a dragon's head emblem on it, and below it was a paragraph of words in bold font:
"God said: Deadpool sees one and kills one."

The most important thing is that this thing is printed, and it is not a color printing, it is really superficial visible to the naked eye.

To be honest, this kind of thing is not enough to fool people. It belongs to the kind that can be ranked on the list of the world's most stupid liars.

Chu Tianjiao bowed to the dragon head emblem, and inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

"Is that all right?"

"Okay, as long as you feel like it."

At this time, a stainless steel trolley pushed into the box, and a man in an apron took porcelain bowls from the trolley.

Steam was rising from the porcelain bowl, and a unique fragrance aroused the gluttons of everyone sitting there.

"Captain Chu, come and eat noodles."

Xiao Liu put the noodle bowl in front of Chu Tianjiao. It contained sand tea noodles, which are more common in Fujian Province. The yellow sand tea soup was made from bone broth mixed with shrimp soup and sand tea sauce. There were several pieces of beef and two pieces of noodles on the noodles. Three fish balls.

"Praise Bahamut, suck!"

Xiao Liu prayed, picked up the noodles and took a sip. After a while, there were several sounds in this box:

"Praise Bahamut, suck!"

"Praise Bahamut, suck!"

Chu Tianjiao looked at Xiao Liu, who was smothering his face next to him, and felt the size of the world for the first time, and there were no surprises. He himself had studied in the United States, and he thought he had seen it for a long time.

You must know that cults are everywhere in the United States. When he was an intern in the executive department, he had seen dozens if not hundreds of cults. This was the first time he saw such a fresh and refined sect.

"Xiao Liu, what's going on?"

After holding back the question marks, Chu Tianjiao finally couldn't help but speak.

"Captain Chu, the rituals of our sect are like this..."

"Eating sand tea noodles in the cafeteria?"

"It was ordered by Archbishop Gullweger, and the tomato pasta she made is delicious."

"What about the oracle?"

Xiao Liu pointed to the A4 paper pasted on the blackboard.

"That is, there is only one sentence."

Chu Tianjiao felt that the fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed, as if he had been played by someone.

"Then the so-called divine art is also fake?"

Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment, then folded his palms together, and muttered: Deadpool kills every one he sees.

A ray of light shone on Chu Tianjiao, lifting his spirit.

"It's a magic spell just now, and you need to have a certain understanding of the oracle. What I said is true."

"understand?"

"It's just to kill the high-risk hybrids. Just add a sentence of praise to Bahamut before killing. I am now a second-level priest according to the standard."

Chu Tianjiao stared blankly at Xiao Liu, with a bit of Sha Cha Noodle soup on the corner of his mouth, but in a sense he was actually celebrating a serious mass.

This sect does not have complicated rituals, cumbersome oracles, or weird rules, but what they say is the truth.

"Team Chu?"

Chu Tianjiao woke up like a dream.

"what happened?"

"If you don't eat noodles, it will be cold."

"Okay, praise Bahamut, suck!"

(End of this chapter)