The pale gold interface and the trembling ring symbolizing Omega's artificial mind appeared in front of Baloger, and together with it, Omega's emotionless synthetic voice: "Good morning, Baloger, Glad to see you're still healthy."
Baloger ignored Omega's routine greetings, but asked in a calm tone, "Is the line safe?"
"Line security."
"Tell Elder Duke Moore and Speaker Andal that the mission of the Holy Dragon Principality has set off—to contact the Cecils in the south."
"Understood," the ring symbolizing Omega trembled, and the voice was indifferent, "The message has been transmitted to the recipient."
Balogar exhaled lightly, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is something happening in Tarrond?"
The Omega Circle gave a mechanical answer: "Nothing happened to Tarrond, and the dragons are still loyal."
After more than ten seconds of silence, Omega's voice sounded again in the hall: "Due to safety requirements, if there is no more information, this line will be closed."
Balogar didn't speak, but just waved his right hand, and the pale golden communication interface in midair dissipated immediately, leaving only faint golden light particles gradually dissolving in the air.
In the huge throne hall, everything fell into dead silence. Grand Duke Dragon Blood sat quietly on his hard and cold stone throne, and fell into silence together with the whole hall, as if time had stopped.
…
In a magnificent hall, the dome is supported by light gold alloy columns, and the dome and the walls are covered with countless complicated and exquisite reliefs. The ancient equipment is echoing with low humming, and various instructions embedded in the reliefs The lights surged slowly like breathing, and countless cables and pipes extended from the dome and pillars, intertwined into a ring-like structure, and a large number of plugs and connection terminals hung down to connect to the huge body in the center of the hall.
It was an old dragon, even older than Speaker Andal, his scales were gray and faded, and the traces of prosthetic transformation almost covered the whole body, the alloy carapace and composite skin wrapped in countless The body of the years, the faint lights wandering between the gaps in the scales - even from the eyes of a giant dragon, this level of transformation is too extreme, and it is even difficult to judge whether this is a living creature of flesh and blood, or a creature made of steel and crystal. , polymers, and biochemical circulating fluids.
Accompanied by a muffled sound, this huge "machine" started to move.
Duke Moore raised his head covered with an alloy shell, his dark red electronic prosthetic eyes turned slightly in the eye sockets, and then he looked to the side of the hall where a crystal-like transparent curtain had silently hung down. The dots flickered, and soon condensed into the projection of Speaker Andal.
"The exiles have stepped out of the mountains," said Speaker Andal's voice in a low voice, "I don't know what changes this will bring to the fate of the dragon..."
The supreme ruler of the Senate, Elder Duke Moore made a hoarse and deep voice: "Any variable is better than the same... not to mention that the recent events even exceeded Omega's expectations... similar situations will not happen once in tens of thousands of years .”
"The recent incident..." Speaker Andal's only biological eyes showed deep thought, "Have you confirmed that it was a divine drop?"
"It has been confirmed that a new god tried to descend, but was intercepted by mortals at the boundary of reality. There is enough evidence to show that this incident has nothing to do with Typhon—it may have something to do with Cecil instead," Elder Duke Moore said solemnly Said, "The only pity is that even if such a thing happened..."
"A new god with an unknown origin, a divine descent that was intercepted in the early stage, may be regarded as a disaster for mortals, but it is just a small wave for the gods," Speaker Andal shook his head, "Obviously, this is not enough to divert the attention of 'His'..."
"Be careful, even if we, even with the help of Omega, our conversation may be heard by 'He'," Elder Duke Moore immediately reminded, "Even if we have spent hundreds of thousands of years building these safe channels, they are still It's not absolutely safe."
Speaker Andal fell silent, but after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly shook his head: "Actually, I've been wondering about one thing, Elder Duke Moore..."
"What are you curious about?"
"When we do these things under the nose of 'His', does 'Him' really not notice at all?"
In the grand and magnificent hall, the air was completely silent.
…
The dim light of the sky sprinkled from the end of the horizon, sprinkled a piece of golden light on the ice sea at the North Pole, and then shone on the edge of the towering terrace of the temple. The blond figure in a long skirt stood on the high terrace, looking down with seemingly eternal eyes. The kingdom of dragons.
Dragon Priest Heragor stood obediently behind the blond woman: "My lord, the long day has begun."
"Yes, during the daytime..." the dragon god Enya said softly, his eyes stretched over the undulating mountains in the distance and the little bit of the sea beyond, and his sight stretched all the way, and finally extended to the end of the sky and the sea, far away from Tarlon In the place of virtue, a faintly tall tower is reflected in His golden eyes.
His pupils contracted imperceptibly, and then averted his gaze with a little disgust and resistance.
"Hragor, has anything interesting happened in Tarrond recently?"
Heragore replied immediately: "My lord, the Daylight Festival will start in three days, and there will also be the Extreme Battlefield Competition held by the Omdal Heavy Industries Group-the latter has been very popular in the last century."
"The celebration has nothing new at all, it's not really interesting," Dragon God snorted softly, "The ultimate battlefield... Watching the young dragon who has been transformed into the whole body rush into the arena while injecting himself with synergists, and then within half a day Time to flood the arena with implant parts and circulating fluid until it's finally brought back to the pits—do you think I'll think that's a funny thing?"
Heragor lowered his head: "... Then it seems that this entertainment won't be popular for long."
The blond woman didn't continue this topic, but brought up another matter seemingly casually: "Speaking of interesting things... In that mortal world opposite the eternal storm, something interesting seems to have happened recently?"
Heragor's answer seemed to take a breath: "...things in the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my lord."
"Not worthy of my attention?" The blond woman turned her head slightly, with a vague smile on her face, "Don't you really want me to take a serious...'look' over there?"
Heragor lowered his head and repeated again: "Things in the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my lord."
The blond woman glanced at her chief priest, and said lightly: "Hragor, you don't need to deliberately control your heartbeat, we are just chatting, aren't we?"
Long Ji still lowered his head and didn't say a word.
"Boring," the blond woman said softly, then turned her head and continued to look at the land of Tarrond. In the dim light of the sky, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "What a bunch of boring children..."
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"Let me tell you, this is absolutely super interesting!!"
In a special experimental facility on the outskirts of Cecil City, Rebecca grabbed Maggie's arm and yelled with great interest, then she turned sideways and triumphantly showed her recent "research results" : "It took us a lot of effort! Although there are no technical problems, in order to tailor the suitable joints and connection mechanisms for creatures like 'dragons', it really tested everyone's imagination. Especially now that the origin laboratory is temporarily unavailable, we have made a lot of various models... "
Cecil's pearl (steel ball) was talking beside her, but Maggie, who was dragged here early in the morning, only now slowly realized what happened. This "Dragonborn" who lived in the human world slowly lifted up At first, looking at the "technical achievement" that Rebecca triumphantly showed to herself, her eyes were complicated and inexplicable for a while.
In the large shed built with light metal plates and steel skeletons, bright magic spar lights shine from the ceiling, and where the light converges is a set of huge devices that are fixed together with chains, hooks, and brackets—
It is composed of several parts and has an imposing shape. Its main part is a pair of "wings" that are more than ten meters long and made of metal and runes. The skeleton made of light runes flickers With a slight halo, the rough structure but strong and durable mechanical structure makes it seem to be easily stretched. The pair of wings seem incomplete, and they are more like a "supplementary frame" equipped on the outside of the wings, except for the pair of wings. In addition to the wings, you can also see some things like rune armor plates and armor belts. Without exception, they are all extremely huge.
Huge enough to serve as armor for a dragon.
They are indeed armor for dragons.
Maggie stared at the steel suit with a rough structure but inexplicable momentum, full of Cecil's magical industrial style, and she sighed softly after a long time: "You guys actually made this thing..."
"Actually, it was impossible to progress so fast," Rebecca folded her arms, proudly looked up at the works created by the technical team she led, and explained to Maggie casually, "You know, there is a need for project approval. In the case of limited standards, time and cost, we must give priority to projects with high mass production value. We only have you as a 'Dragonborn'. It is obviously not in line with the project approval standards to create a set of equipment specially for you, but well—"
When Rebecca said this, she deliberately prolonged her voice to show off, but Maggie had already reacted: "...Because of the diplomatic progress with the Holy Dragon Principality?"
"... You guessed it right away?"
"It's not hard to guess."
"Well, this is indeed the reason," Rebecca scratched her hair, "Master Ancestor seems to want to have more bargaining chips when dealing with dragon descendants, so he approved my application—after all, this is only a 'dragon cavalry' ’ A by-product of technology that itself is not on a large scale.”
Speaking of this, Rebecca suddenly looked at Maggie: "In your opinion, do you think this thing will arouse the interest of dragonborn?"
Maggie raised her head, her eyes fell on the steel wings, she seemed to be lost in memory and thinking, and said slowly: "Many young dragon descendants are eager to fly, of course they are interested in this thing, but... in the Holy Dragon In the principality, the parliamentarians and elders have more say.
"The Principality of the Holy Dragon is a place as stubborn and cold as ice and stone, where the power of 'tradition' and 'taboo' is beyond your imagination, and 'flying' is unfortunately one of the acts of challenging taboos. In fact In my opinion, genetic deformities aren't even the main thing keeping dragonborn from taking to the skies - tradition and taboo are.
"So don't blame me for being pessimistic, Your Highness Rebecca, I can be sure that even if quite a few dragonborn are interested in this thing you created, it will hardly become a bridge between the Holy Dragon Principality and the Cecil Empire." Official Ties'."
Maggie made a serious reminder, and then saw Rebecca holding her chin and thinking for a while, and the whimsical princess slapped her hands: "It seems that it can only be smuggled!"
Maggie: "Are you serious?"
"It's just an idea, and I think the ancestor will definitely scold me after hearing it, but he will think the same way after scolding..." Rebecca said carelessly, a picture that has not been beaten for three consecutive days Then he waved his hand, "It's not important, these things are for the ancestors and aunts to consider, and I'm only in charge of technology. Anyway, in my opinion, as long as it can arouse the interest of some dragonborn, Then it's worth it."
Then she beckoned to Maggie, with a bright smile on her face: "Do you want to try it? Although we have done a lot of model tests and laboratory tests, whether it works or not depends on you trying it yourself." .”
Looking at Rebecca's clean and bright smile, Maggie felt inexplicably infected, and her mood brightened.
She smiled and nodded vigorously: "Of course, I'm very happy. But... does this thing have a name?"
"It's called 'Steel Wings,'" Rebecca said triumphantly, "I named it—simple and straightforward, right?"