Under the huge pyramid filled with corpses, Angers fell to the side, blood flowing out from under his body like a meandering snake, adding an extremely conspicuous color to this white world.
A humanoid monster stood there, with blue dragon scales covering his body. A pair of twisted bat wings protruded from his back. A fleshy membrane full of holes covered the wings. Abnormal growths appeared on his face.
Full of ugly bony horns.
The twisted face was smiling, and he seemed to enjoy the gazes of several people on him.
Ender looked at this twisted creature and calmly held the staff in his hand. Several spells had already been cast on him. Just waiting for a chance, Ender would use the hammer of the staff to blow the creature apart.
The head of the thing.
This ugly dragon-winged deadpool seemed to have self-awareness. He lowered his head, bent over and gave Ender a European-style aristocratic salute.
With a good opportunity, Ender rushed forward and struck the Deadpool's head with a hammer. When the hammer fell, Ender held the hammer in one hand and fired a Mayouf acid arrow that had been prepared with the other hand.
The Deadpool's reaction was not slow either. Facing the menacing Ender, he tried his best to shift his body and avoid the fatal hammer, but his left arm was still rubbed by strong acid.
"Hiss... Why do you, a great creature like you, mix with these yellow-skinned monkeys?"
The Deadpool rolled to the side in an awkward posture, wailing and crawling on the ground, asking Ender in a hoarse voice.
Ender's face showed a rare expression of anger, not only because of the yellow-skinned monkey, but also because the deadpool knew his deeper identity.
"So, you sent those things on the ship?"
"That's right, otherwise how could I see your majestic body."
The four members of the Tiandi Club on the side looked at Ender curiously, as if they were wondering what the Deadpool called Ender.
"Then who are you?"
Ender pointed his war hammer at Deadpool who was lying on the ground. He had already made up his mind and was just waiting for the monster to admit it himself.
"The Lionheart Secret Order, Friedrich von Loon, has seen great things."
Sure enough, the once high-spirited German aristocrat Friedrich has now become a terrifying deadpool. He gave up his dignity as a human and became the lackey of those pseudo-dragons.
Ender looked at Friedrich who was lying on the ground. The magic light of the transformation spell emitted from his body. After the light dissipated, a giant brass-colored dragon appeared on the ground.
"Uncle De, you..."
Several members of the Tiandihui still could not accept the sudden transformation of their former teammates into dragons, but before they could react, a burst of yellow smoke enveloped their bodies.
It was Ender's sleep breath. Under the influence of the high-intensity sleep gas, several people fell unconscious one after another before they could react.
A spell flashed through, and with the fossils turning into mud, the solid rock ground sunk, burying the four members of the Tiandihui.
"Now that the troublesome people are gone, let's talk."
"What a simple decision, you are indeed the supreme being."
Friedrich pressed his head against the ground and loudly praised Ender's greatness.
"A being like you should have better relatives, such as me..."
While crawling close to Ender's paws, Friedrich boasted to Ender about his strength.
Ender shook his head, seeming to enjoy Friedrich's compliment.
"That's right, I've wanted to change to a servant for a long time. You are very good."
A cheerful smile appeared on Ender's huge dragon head, and he even sang a sweet song in dragon language. Friedrich, who was lying on the ground, also grinned, revealing his already deformed fangs.
He stood up with support, made a gesture of invitation to Anderby, and said:
"Please go this way and let me show you the wonders that the barbarians built in imitation of the great dragons: the Dragon Veins."
Ender nodded. The space in this place was not small, and it could fully accommodate a giant dragon like him.
The two of them were walking and chatting. Friedrich's attention was attracted by Ander, and he didn't notice Angers' body trembling behind him at all.
After transforming into Deadpool, Friedrich showed an abnormal fanaticism toward Ender. It was not like a family-like worship, but more like the madness of an archaeologist who suddenly saw a primitive man.
Ender heard a fuller story from Friedrich.
Friedrich von Long's ancestors were Prussian nobles, and their origins can be traced back to the Frankish Kingdom. This family's history seems to be long, but it can only be regarded as average among the mixed breeds with numerous talents.
Friedrich's family had a low status in Prussia. As the European feudal system gradually collapsed with the increase in productivity, small nobles like them could no longer maintain their status. The family's territory was nationalized, and the knights were dismissed.
After being demobilized, they had to sell their ancestors' collections to maintain their dignity.
This situation not only did not improve after Prussia unified Germany, but intensified. Friedrich's family had the stubbornness of many mixed races and was unwilling to put down their dignity to do some errands that they considered lowly. The family became more and more in decline until
Friedrich was born, and the only thing that can prove his noble status is the word "Feng" in his name.
Friedrich hated this situation deeply, and while dealing with multiple mixed-race forces, he tried to find hope of reviving his family.
When the Secret Party refined the violent blood technology that could improve bloodlines by studying the ancient dragon heritage, Friedrich became a member of the Secret Party without hesitation.
But it is a pity that he is not good at fighting. The long-term aristocratic life has turned Friedrich into a pale nerd, and he has never thought about changing his habits. In his opinion, only the world adapts to him.
There is no reason for him to adapt to the world.
In the secret party, Friedrich became the most outstanding dragon slayer of the younger generation: a member of the Lionheart Society, responsible for some clerical work, including identifying antiquities, organizing information, or deciphering texts.
Friedrich's word spirit is "Winter", a useless, pitiful word spirit that puts himself in a state of suspended animation. Because of this, he cannot easily defeat the enemy with his word spirit like Angers, and can only sit and sit.
In the library, with those ancient books
If it was just like this, Friedrich could still endure it, but after Lu Shanyan joined the Secret Party, he was completely unable to control his emotions.
I am a noble white nobleman, why should I be with this yellow-skinned monkey?
Later, the woman Lu Shanyan brought back, the Indian woman with the same speaking ability as him, became the trigger for Friedrich's betrayal.
He chose to come to China, where at least he could be a arrogant foreigner and stay away from the damn Chinese.
Just when he thought he was going to spend his life like this, Dragon Vein appeared...