In the messy room, tables, chairs and books were roughly thrown aside. Ender was half-kneeling on the ground, holding some kind of paint and painting a precise magic circle on the wooden floor.
Praying to the gods is like talking on the phone, but Ander is far away, so long distance calls are required, and the cost naturally goes up.
"I only have this bottle of magic ink containing mithril powder and red dragon's blood. I hope it will be useful."
In order to make this long-distance call, Ender spent a lot of money, taking out all kinds of magic items that he had carefully collected over the years through scams and deceptions.
With Ender's efforts, a magic circle full of various geometric figures was quickly drawn. Ender moved the shrine of "Jokester" Hel to the center of the magic circle, and he also picked up the specimen of the red dragon cub.
Stand in the circle.
The Joke is the most amiable of the gods, and Ender is ready to explore the path first.
With the input of magic power, the magic circle gradually lit up, and Ender read out the name of the Jester in dragon language, which was dialing.
The moment he recited the word "God", Ander felt some kind of connection, and the call was connected.
Ender immediately recited a complicated prayer, but it actually said:
"Hello? Is Sister Hel here? I have a good thing for you."
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, then came back with:
"Not here..."
The connection was interrupted. Ender was stunned for a while before he realized that the joker was a man of culture. How could a man of culture fight and kill?
"Um...it's okay, let's try the next one."
Ender moved Asterina's shrine again, placed the shrine in the magic circle, and called another big boss again.
"Is the boss here? I have something good for you."
But this time Ander was rejected again. The big boss just said: use your brain more, believe in yourself, and hung up the phone.
"What the hell? Is there no reliable Metal Dragon God?"
Ender made two unsuccessful calls, so he could only target the last big boss: the Platinum Dragon God, Bahamut.
Bahamut is the Lord of Good Dragons. He loves to punish evil and promote good, fight evil dragons, and uphold justice. For such a dragon, you still have to do what he likes.
"Hello? Boss, there are a lot of chaotic and evil creatures pretending to be real dragons here to ruin our reputation. People in this world are in trouble. They also say that real dragons are not as perfect as them. I can't stand it anymore. Please take care of it!"
After making the call, Ender cried to the Dragon God. Under the confusing description of the brass dragon, the dragon here was described as a being more evil than the devil of the bottomless abyss. This naturally attracted Bahamut.
attention.
After Ender felt Bahamut's attention, he raised the red dragon cub in his hand and said:
"Look, boss, these are those pseudo-dragons. I heard that they live longer than us, and they can be resurrected like lichs after they die."
After saying these words, Ander clearly felt a light touch on his hand, and the red dragon specimen actually levitated.
Ender came back to his senses and found that he had transformed back into his dragon form and was in an infinite vast space, surrounded by a galaxy made of countless stars.
Ender knew that Bahamut had taken the bait, and he did not hesitate to expend his divine power to pull himself into this space. It was not just as simple as chatting on the phone.
A voice sounded like a bell. It was the voice that Ender had only heard in the oldest inheritance, the voice of the platinum dragon god Bahamut.
"So evil, so blasphemous, such a terrifying creature exists..."
Bahamut had so many things to do, it was impossible for him to accept the prayers of believers one by one, but Ender's long distance call was really a bit far, similar to the president of the United States suddenly receiving a call from Mars, so he still took the time to come over and take a look.
But it didn't matter. When he saw it, he was shocked to find that this small, dormant dragon hatchling soaked in liquid did not belong to any dragon species he knew.
Bahamut was conceived from the corpse of Dragon God Io, and Dragon God Io is the creator of all dragons, so all dragons have Io's mark in their bodies.
But the baby dragon was clean, and Bahamut immediately understood that it was not the creation of the Dragon God Io.
If that's all, Bahamut carefully analyzed the structure of this creature and found that these pseudo-dragons are even better than real dragons in some aspects. For example, they can be resurrected in some way after death, which is different from ordinary real dragons.
Compared to a larger body, or the kind of mimicry talent that is similar to a shape-shifter.
If they are allowed to develop, they may gradually replace the real dragon.
Because of this, Bahamut laments that this creature is so terrifying.
"Let me see who created these creatures..."
With his omnipotent divine power, Bahamut saw the memories hidden in his bloodline.
The huge black dragon created a group of dragons that covered the sky and the sun. They enslaved humans and established a huge empire. However, because they could not control the madness in their blood, they launched a rebellion against their creator.
But Bahamut's attention is not on the Black King. He is more concerned about the two dragons with slender bodies and membrane-like wings. They control the wind and soar in the sky.
That is the king of sky and wind among the four great monarchs.
One of Bahamut's own divine functions is wind. He could see at a glance that these two dragons could control the nature of wind. This was godhood, or power, what countless creatures longed for most.
"How can such a thing be left 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 derived from blood.
According to the memories in the bloodline, it is speculated that these two pseudo-dragons are only demigods. Bahamut guesses that it may be because their authority has been dispersed.
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. He was floating in the air and trying to perform butterfly strokes with the dragon's body.
"Ahem..., my heir, now I have a glorious mission for you..."
After hearing this, Ender immediately stood up and raised his head high, as if the sand sculpture just now was another dragon.
"This kind of pseudo-dragon is so evil and should be destroyed 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 is that I am very busy and it is not convenient to take action directly. Your place is too far away and I cannot send people there, but I have got some good things for you. The cause of justice depends on you.
of hard work.
After drinking a large bowl of Shanlong 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 Ender's world was too far away from his own, and it would be difficult for him to provide material assistance, let alone gain authority across the crystal wall system, which would be more than worth the gain.
Therefore, he chose to let Ender swallow up these powers first, using his heir as a safe. At least it was better for the treasure to be kept in his own hands than to be given to outsiders.
After being fed a large bowl of chicken soup, Ender was stuffed with magic knowledge. After hearing Bahamut's words, he just wanted to complain: