The authorities acted quickly, and Ender's request was given the green light by leaders who had seen supernatural powers.
Dragonborn hybrids from all over North China were called to Peking. Over a thousand hybrids made Ender realize the shortness of time and the powerful fertility of his descendants.
Textbooks written in dragon language were distributed to every dragonborn. With Ender's dragon language course and the inherited knowledge in their brains, these days, the hybrids from the south to the north quickly learned a set of uncomplicated skills.
ceremony.
Ender borrowed the auditorium used by relevant departments for events, and the efficient construction team removed the chairs in the auditorium and arranged it into an altar for Bahamut.
Sometimes, you have to learn to let the gods deal with the gods.
As a metal dragon, Ender knows very well the principle of swaying people if you can't beat them. After all, villains always work alone, while decent people prefer righteous group fights.
So he planned to summon Bahamut, let this boss with a strong sense of justice see what he had achieved during this period, and also solve the curse on Gullweg.
"I don't know which one is stronger, Boss Bahamut or Odin."
Ender thought like this, just in time to let the boss and the gods of this world clash to see which one is more powerful.
Gullweger, who was sleeping in the ward, opened her eyes. The time she spent waking up during this period was getting shorter and shorter, as if something was sucking out her vitality.
Her once golden hair turned yellow, showing a sickly light yellow color. She stretched out her thin arms and carefully took her child from Giovanni's hands beside her.
Ender looked at Gullweger holding the child in his arms, and finally spoke.
"Mrs. Gullweger, we are going to give you a treatment. Please believe me, the treatment process will be very pleasant."
Gullweger stared at Ender. She had actually lost hearing him for a long time, but Kamitachi would still bring her the information she needed.
"Mr. Ander, are you talking about praying to the gods for help?"
Giovanni's eyes sharpened suddenly. God only represents one thing to hybrids, and that is the former ruler: dragon.
"It can be said that spiritualism therapy is very effective."
Ender greeted Giovanni and took her out of the ward.
"Second Uncle, you don't really have any contact with the Dragon King, do you?"
Ender waved his hand, signaling to Giovanni to calm down.
"Don't get excited, this is just a rhetoric, it is essentially a large-scale alchemy ceremony."
Giovanni was doubtful. Seeing her looking like she wanted to break the pot and ask the question, Ander could only reply:
"If you want to know, wait until the baby is born."
After that, he called for a nurse, escorted Qiao Weni back to the room, and told Lu Lincheng not to run around during this period.
As soon as Qiao Weni was sent away, Minister Lin from the other side came over.
"Mr. Lu, the venue is almost ready."
Ender nodded with satisfaction. As expected of an infrastructure fanatic, this level of venue layout is not a problem.
"How are you doing here?"
"More than a thousand people have come, and the few you requested are all there."
"Let them not feel stressed, try to think about the Platinum Dragon God, and read more about the teachings and so on."
Minister Lin wiped his sweat with a troubled expression on his face.
"Xiao Lin, don't be nervous. We are treating illnesses and saving people, and we are also giving you more strength for the future."
"But Mr. Lu, how can you be sure that God must be... on our side?"
Minister Lin's subtext is, what if this god wants to rule humans like Nighold.
"As I said, this place is too far away from the boss's place, so he can't get over, and the earth is too small, so he can't get down either."
"The most important thing is that he is a lawful and good god, which means that his principles in life are destined to be altruistic."
Minister Lin's expression relaxed. It sounds like Bahamut is indeed a good god. The farther away from the earth and the farther away from the world, the god is a good god.
That night, the auditorium was surrounded by soldiers. Ender transformed into a dragonborn state in the auditorium. With a dragon head and wings on his back, his height of more than two meters looked quite oppressive.
Gullweger sat in a wheelchair holding Little Caesar, looking at Ender who turned into a monster in front of her, but she was not afraid. The message from Kamamaitachi told her that the monster in front of her was trustworthy.
Countless dragonborn were crowded together around them, and most of them had brass-colored scales on their bodies. The most serious ones were very close to Ender's posture, but they were missing a dragon head.
"Get ready to start the ceremony."
People in the auditorium began to move. They formed circles, surrounding Ender and Gullwig. The dragonborn who worshiped Ender stood at the front. After all, they believed in Bahamut.
This is the norm for most dragonborn.
Ender slit his wrist and put the blood into the magic circle at his feet.
A hymn written in dragon script was recited by the dragonborn, accompanied by special dance steps and rhythms. Through the bridge of faith and blood, Ender once again sent a message to Bahamut.
"Hey, are you there?"
To a god, decades are just a blink of an eye, and even more so to the Dragon God.
Originally, Bahamut was prepared to wait for a thousand years, but he just turned around and took calls from a few people. When he turned around, he found that he had 1,800 more shallow believers in that unknown world.
To God, this kind of thing is almost equivalent to picking up five dollars when you go out. Although it is of no use, it is a surprise enough.
So Bahamut entered this wider passage, and there were enough believers that he could transmit some power through this passage.
When Ander saw the call was connected, he immediately used his flexible tongue to say a compliment, to the effect of saying:
Boss Hamut, little brother, I have been here for some time in this place full of humans to steer the ship. You see, this dark dragonborn is all my fault.
Although they look a little strange, they are all good children who are willing to devote themselves to the cause of kindness and order. Brother, I have no credit but hard work.
The mother and son you are looking at here are both good and lawful people. Although they have evil blood, their hearts are bright. Now they have been cursed by an evil god, and they need your help, boss.
Bahamut looked around at the crooked dragonborn and the serious-looking Ander in the middle, and felt a headache. He shouldn't expect a chaotic and kind-hearted brass dragon to develop any serious followers.
There are many humans in this world, but not many gods. For Bahamut, it is just a leek field for harvesting faith.
Looking at Gullweg in the middle, Bahamut's eyes lit up. This was a good opportunity to spread his faith.
For Bahamut, his favorite believers are not the metal dragons, but the devout dragonborn. To the metal dragons, gods are just things to hug before death. In contrast, the dragonborn are more willing to
Offer faith to Bahamut.
"In the name of the platinum dragon god, Bahamut, I bless you and your children."
Hongda's voice echoed in the auditorium, and Bahamut had to fight to gain the faith of this world.
With the blessing of the Dragon God, the bodies of Gullweger and Caesar began to transform into dragonborn uncontrollably.