Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 225: The Historic Cooperation between the Red Dragon and the Church

It's a scam!

Faced with the conditions proposed by the bishop, Drogo's first thought was that it was a trap.

It doesn't make sense. Why would the Lord of Hell be looking for him when he doesn't even know him?

And since the end of the war with Hell, the Gate of Hell that leads to Hell has been controlled by the Church.

Although they claim to have blocked the way to communicate with Hell, no one really believes it.

Compared to relying on some evil little rituals to summon low-level demons, devils and other hell believers, the church has a much higher understanding of hell creatures.

We can't say they are in cahoots with each other, but we can say they are birds of a feather.

Of course, there was no evidence for this, only Drogo's guesses. He was not afraid to assume the worst of the church.

"Ha." Drogo smiled slightly, seeing through it!

"Don't bother, we are confident that we can solve this problem on our own." He politely declined.

"Mr. Drogo, are you sure you don't want to think about it again? With the ability of the church, we can quickly find out the problem."

The bishop seemed very confident that Drogo would go to hell. "If it's not resolved one day, it will be difficult for the Magic Vision to have an audience, right? Every day, it will be a loss."

The scales on Drogo's face twitched slightly.

Every day I earn less money makes my heart bleed.

But Drogo held back, "No!"

The tone pretended to be very firm, "Unless you shake out the magic goddess now, I won't go!"

Tougher, but not much.

The magic goddess still needs to be feared.

"I agree. You shouldn't go." Fulin echoed.

"If you can go to meet with the Lord of Hell, the Papal State promises to completely open up the import of Drogo Group's goods and provide tax subsidies," said the bishop.

"Hmph!" Fulin disagreed, "You want Drogo to take risks for such a small benefit..."

"make a deal!"

Drogo said without hesitation.

Fulin was extremely shocked and looked at Drogo beside her in disbelief.

It seems to be asking, "Are you, Drogo, such a cheap dragon?"

Drogo shrugged innocently and said, "Do you know how big a market the Papal States is?"

There's no way around it, this is a profit worth taking the risk for.

Although he agreed readily, Drogo had actually thought about it in his mind.

There are indeed risks in the journey to hell, but they are still within an acceptable range.

In the days when he could enter and leave Hell at will, he had been to Hell and even fought with Asmodeus, the devil duke who ruled the entire Nine Hells.

No one could do anything to anyone at that time.

And now Drogo is even stronger. Before reaching the end of its life, dragons become stronger as they grow older. It's unreasonable. It's just that there haven't been any major wars in recent decades.

Even if there is an ambush, we should be able to run away.

And if I remember correctly, the earliest form of the devil Asmodeus was a demigod, and he was killed by a real god in the war of gods.

Later this name became the title of every Lord of Hell, but was far less powerful than the first one.

In exchange for the market of the Papal States and help in solving the problem of magic camera signal hijacking.

worth!

"Sign a contract as a testimony of our friendship."

Drogo pulled out a contract from somewhere.

There was no friendship between him and the bishop, but he did need a witness.

What if the church is just making empty promises?

"Very good, happy cooperation."

The bishop signed his name directly on the contract and reached out to hold Drogo's paw.

The deal was done, the bishop left the time and place for opening the gates of hell, and teleported away.

Leaving the Twin Towers City in a mess.

"No, what use is a magic contract to the Magic Goddess? What contract can't She break?"

Seeing that everyone in the church had left, Fulin asked in confusion. She thought Drogo had lost his mind. Using a magic contract to restrain the people of the goddess of magic was no different from hitting a dog with a meat bun.

"If this matter was really planned by the goddess, then to be honest, there is no need for the church to put forward any conditions."

Drogo answered naturally.

"Forehead……"

When Fulin heard what Drogo said, she suddenly felt that it made a lot of sense, but her intuition told her that the whole thing seemed to be a setup.

"I'll go to hell with you," Fulin said, "Since it's an adventure, we should form an adventure team, right?"

"Hey, I don't want to be held back by a clumsy gold dragon. You metallic dragons are all stupid and not fit for adventure at all." Drogo said with pretended disgust.

"What do you mean!"

"That's how it is. Metal dragons always have a principle here and a creed there. They don't know how to adapt at all."

"Huh? This is called principle, don't you understand? You five-colored dragons who have no principles at all are the ones who are insane, okay?"

Obviously, the mutual dislike within the dragon clan is also very serious.

Flynn scolded Drogo in dissatisfaction. She obviously meant well, but this mean dragon was still being mean at this time.

Drogo did not refute, but suddenly gave Flynn a big hug, hugging her so hard that she could not speak.

"Twin Tower City needs you even more. To dispel the illusion, we need you, the best illusion master on the continent. After you come back from hell..."

Flynn reached out to interrupt Drogo.

"Didn't you say this behavior is called something like planting a flag? It's unlucky. If you have any questions, we can talk about it after you come back."

"Well, I won't come back. I'll find a little succubus to live with in hell. Don't worry, I'll miss you."

Before Drogo could finish his words, Fulin pushed him away and kicked him.

"What a lunatic! Get out of here! Get as far away as you can! Go to hell now! I'm annoyed by the sight of you!"

The two dragons were seen by a large number of people without any interaction with others.

The elders of the Mages Guild are fine; they are all old and have seen many such small scenes.

Only Elsa looked embarrassed.

Although she knew that her boss and her teacher were fooling around together, she still felt a little disgusted when she saw such a scene with her own eyes.

"Hey, were they like this before?" Elsa looked at Doudou beside her with a distorted expression.

"It was similar before, but the interaction wasn't like this before. Usually, it was Frynn chasing Drogo."

Doudou took out a bag of snacks from somewhere and ate them while watching. Lao Long’s pure love story looked quite interesting.

"Would you like some potato chips?"

Aisha thought about the image of the teacher chasing the boss.

Even more disgusting.

"Forget it, I can't eat it. Thank you, but I didn't expect that you are so handsome in your true form, Doudou."

"Really? Hehe, if you praise me like that, I won't be too happy. By the way, how was your blind date?"

After saying this, Elsa didn't say anything. She just stood up and walked to a corner to hide, leaving Doudou standing there with a confused look on her face.

Doudou scratched his head innocently, not understanding why Elsa seemed to be angry all of a sudden. It was indeed too difficult to understand a living person of the opposite sex, no matter what race they were. The beautiful girls in comics were more suitable for him.

Not long after, the church's priests teleported into the city and took over the care of all the victims of the illusion.

Compared to the Guards and Drogo's followers who were originally bandits, the priests were much more professional in caring for the sick.

After counting the injured, treating their injuries, confirming their identities, and contacting the families of those who had been injured, a certain degree of order was quickly restored.

And Drogo followed a judge to the largest gate of hell.

The door looked different from what Drogo remembered.

In my memory, the gates of hell that appeared on the continent all appeared suddenly, like a crack suddenly torn open out of thin air, connecting two planes.

Strictly speaking, it can't be considered a door, at most it can be called the Crack of Hell. But now, this largest crack has been made into a door by the church.

They actually changed the shape of the crack?

It seems that the church has done a lot of research over the years.

The floating runes and roaring machinery make this majestic gate full of visual impact.

Surrounded by a large number of researchers and Inquisition guards.

The church that is passionate about science belongs to.

"What material is this made of?"

Drogo reached out his claws and tapped on Hell's door.

"Please don't touch it casually!" said a researcher nervously.

"Huh?" Drogo quickly retracted his claws. "Is this door dangerous?"

"No, it's because you are dangerous to this door. I'm afraid you might break it."

What do you mean?
Being a naughty kid, right?

Drogo put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, "When this dragon went to hell, your grandfather was not even born yet!"

"Sorry, it's not that we don't trust you, it's just that the main material of the Gate of Hell is obsidian, which is relatively fragile to your power."

The researcher hurriedly explained, taking two steps back, as if Drogo was some terrifying creature.

I don't know how Drogo is introduced in church texts.

There is still a long way to go to change the image.

"Ouch!" Drogo said in mock terror.

"Ah!" the researcher screamed in fear.

Drogo smiled contentedly. His mental age was no more than eight years old, and he just loved doing this.

"Oh, respected Mr. Drogo, please let this poor believer go." A strange bishop came over and ended Drogo's prank.

"Are you interested in Hell's Gate?"

"I didn't expect it to be obsidian."

"Is there anything special about obsidian?"

"It's nothing, but it can be used as a reference in our game."

I didn’t expect that the game “Minecraft” could have some realistic references in the continent of Felin.

"Oh, it's our pleasure."

The bishop finished his polite words and said seriously, "Do you need to make any preparations now? If not, can we proceed with the Hell Crossing Operation?"

"No preparation required."

"Thank you for your cooperation, but before entering Hell, I must remind you that the Church always hopes for peace and wants to gradually end the hostility with the Hell plane. So please try to agree to the requests made by the Lord of Hell. If there are really difficulties, do not refuse on the spot. The Church will do everything it can to provide assistance."

The Bishop spoke in great detail.

It seems that this trip to hell is also a very important action for the church.

"I'll try." Drogo shrugged, but didn't say anything final.

He certainly couldn't agree to all their requests. He couldn't defeat the goddess of magic, but his identity was a collaborator, not a subordinate.

Can't lose face.

Let’s talk about it when the goddess really appears.

Drogo had never expected that the church founded by the most warlike god in the past would now begin to pursue peace.

what's the situation.

Could it be that the news of the goddess's decline was true? Now that she was no longer so strong, she had to start turning her former enemies into friends.

Do gods also age?

With all kinds of questions, Drogo walked to the gate of hell.

Hundreds of runes emitted purple-red light, the gears spun rapidly, and the heavy door opened.

Drogo walked in without hesitation.

To be honest, it feels no different from the experience of crossing the rift state.

I feel a little dizzy and want to vomit.

No one is more dizzy than me.

I don’t know what the church has been researching for all these years, and what all those things they have created are used for. They don’t consider improving the user experience at all.

Negative Ratings.

Drogo took a deep breath.

"Ah, the familiar smell of sulfur."

Looking around, it was a barren land with red sand everywhere.

Hell is still the same.

It is understandable why the devil here is madly trying to conquer other dimensions, because he can't live here either.

The transmission between Felin and Hell is not a very stable structure. The transmission point is theoretically optional, but it is only theoretical.

When used in practice, there is a high probability that the device will deviate by a huge distance from the original location.

At present, it seems that this transmission should have also encountered this kind of deviation.

Since the Lord of Hell wanted to see him, it was impossible for him to set the destination in a wasteland.

It seems that the church’s facilities have not improved any key experience pain points.

Not as good as his group.

Drogo commented.

Although he was in a wasteland, Drogo was not worried. First of all, he had the ability to survive in hell for a long time. He could survive, but it would be a little uncomfortable.

Secondly, when powerful creatures arrive in Hell, Asmodeus, the local leader, will sense it.

So it won’t be long before the Lord of Hell will send a devil to pick him up.

Since there was not much free time, Drogo planned to take this time to walk around and see if there were any changes in Hell.

Drogo took out a shoe from the treasure chest monster, threw it casually on the ground, and then flew in the direction where the toe of the shoe was pointing.

The traditional craft of throwing shoes to find the way has no theoretical basis, but it can effectively solve the problem of indecisiveness.

After all, this damn hellish wasteland looks the same no matter which direction you look in.

After flying for a while in the direction indicated by the shoes, Drogo didn't see any living creatures. He began to wonder if he had flown in a circle and returned to the same place.

Useless little-known fact: without a reference object, it is very difficult to maintain straight-line motion. You will involuntarily deviate to one side and end up moving in circles.

Fly for a few more minutes, and if you don't see any living creatures, take a break and wait for the Lord of Hell on the spot.

Drogo planned in his mind.

Heaven will not let down those who work hard.

After walking for who knows how far, Drogo suddenly saw some shadows moving about two kilometers ahead.

Good eyesight, can see for several kilometers.

Drogo stopped on the ground, stood still and looked carefully at the shadows.

The problem was soon discovered.

Not a devil, but a group of demons.

Many people confuse these two creatures and think they are the same thing.

In fact, it is not.

Although they are all in the evil camp, the demons can still communicate and have their own codes of conduct and logic.

Demons are different. They are pure lunatics who only know how to fight and kill. They are even crazier than the goblins before they devoted themselves to science.

Theoretically speaking, hell should be the devil's territory, and the demons should be in the abyss.

The appearance of demons in hell now is not a good sign.

Could it be that the current Lord of Hell has been dragged down and killed by these brainless lunatics?
Then who wants to see him?
(End of this chapter)