Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

For the former mage apprentice and current guerrilla leader who is now active in the Capet Mountains, even though she thinks she has seen many special situations, today's situation is still a bit too special.

First, the younger brother became a traitor and lured the enemy into the camp.

The enemies that descended from the sky were also unprecedentedly terrifying creatures, hundreds of times stronger than all the demons she had ever fought combined.

She even felt that it was a bit too much to use this level of combat power to deal with the guerrillas who usually carried out sneak attacks and destroyed railways.

It's almost like they're testing a new weapon. A strange guess popped up in the captain's mind.

The capabilities of this new weapon need to be verified in actual combat tests, while at the same time ensuring that the scale of the actual combat is controllable so as not to cause additional losses.

Thus, this guerrilla force became a testing ground carefully selected by the Roman military.

They are nothing but targets waiting to be hit in the field. I am afraid that even after death their bodies will not rest in peace as they will be used to study and observe the damage and efficiency of the attacks.

After trying all possible means of attack and failing to cause any effective damage, the captain decided to accept death calmly.

There was nothing unacceptable. When she chose to embark on this path, she had anticipated that this day would come. Moreover, she had tried her best and made all the attempts she could, but in the end, she was unable to do so.

At this time, a foreign aid she had never expected appeared.

Morris, the war correspondent who should have fled, is back.

At that moment, the captain had a little fantasy about Morris.

I fantasized that he might be hiding his true power and could immediately get rid of this strange demon with one move.

But after seeing Morris raise his hand and launch an arcane missile that was slightly stronger than hers, but not much, the captain despaired.

She didn't understand why he came back to die. Didn't he know what his abilities were?

Then I saw what Morris was capable of.

beaten.

Just take the beating.

Just when he was about to collapse, a new savior appeared.

When a dwarf who called himself Black Rhino, wearing a colorful fox whistle armor, appeared in front of the synthetic demon.

The captain once thought that he was dead. This was just an ordinary soldier's illusion before death.

But she didn't understand why the illusion she saw before she died was something like this...

……

For a warrior who was willing to devote everything to the cause of the Roman Empire's revival and indeed devoted everything to become a part of the synthetic demon, even though he had made sufficient mental preparations, the encounters of today's mission were a little too bizarre.

In order to become the controller of the synthetic demon, he went through difficult training and one selection after another.

He originally had poor health, and although he joined the Roman army with great enthusiasm, his training results were always poor.

In the eyes of the Romans who have received extreme education since childhood, going to the battlefield and killing foreigners who have nothing to do with them is a glory worth pursuing.

But he didn't even have the chance to pursue her.

The opportunity to obtain such glory belongs to the true elite among the Romans.

A frail and sickly person like him is not fit to go to the battlefield and can only do some unimportant work.

Even though he repeatedly went to his superiors to ask for help, he was unsuccessful.

There is no chance of even becoming the lowest level cannon fodder.

Until one day, a team from a secret department appeared in his military camp to select talents for a great and crucial plan.

He signed up without expecting to be selected, but to his surprise, he passed.

Become a part of the secret project, a part of the synthetic magic project.

In the planned training base, he made some friends, all of whom were ambitious young people who, like him, suffered from the lack of opportunities to serve the country.

They agreed that they must succeed in this plan and become truly valuable Romans.

Later, all my friends died, losing their lives in one rigorous training session after another.

He believes that his friend's sacrifice is valuable.

And that’s exactly what happened, his friends became a part of him.

Literally part of it.

Because the synthetic demon has too many limbs, it cannot be controlled by just one brain, nor can it process all the information summarized from the perspectives of three heads.

Therefore, those "volunteers" who failed to pass the training assessment became "distributed processors."

Yes, every Roman who participated in this experiment was nominally a volunteer who voluntarily dedicated everything for the great cause of the Roman Empire.

He was very proud of it.

More than 90% of the volunteers failed in the repeated screening.

He and a few others who passed all the training eventually became the only brain that retained consciousness in each synthetic demon, and the "central processor" among many "processors".

Today is his first mission.

It should have been an easy task, the first test of the synthetic magic as Loman's secret weapon.

A mission that does not allow failure, because he carries the will of many friends.

It is also a carrier in the literal sense.

However, who could have imagined that the great weapon of the Roman Empire's pinnacle of biotechnology was actually blocked by a little black dwarf in an inconspicuous guerrilla camp.

This Roman suffered from the Internet blockade, otherwise, even if he had not watched Construct Warriors, he would have heard of the name Black Rhino.

After all, it is one of the first few works of Fei Lin's long-running comic series and is quite well-known.

Unfortunately, this fame does not extend to the Roman Empire.

Can only be seen as a black dwarf.

However, it was this little black dwarf who blocked the great secret weapon of the Roman Empire.

why?
The synthetic demons took it for granted that they should be invincible when they appeared on the battlefield, and even if they were destroyed, it should be with a very high damage ratio and they should be destroyed with honor.

Now blocked by a target.

No matter what kind of attack he made, even if he hit the target solidly and the fancy armor was almost shattered, the man still acted as if nothing had happened.

This is different from Morris just now. The synthetic magic's magic perception organs can distinguish it, while Morris just now relied on equipment.

And this is something that is received by the physical body.

Is there something wrong?

The real body is much more powerful than this armor, so what's the point of wearing this armor?
For the sake of looking good?
It's an insult to the great Roman warriors!

"Increase output power, maximum power!"

The synthetic demon angrily issued an order...

……

For Doudou, a figurehead executive of the Drogo Group and a core R&D engineer of the Magic Vision Signal Line, who no longer works much and spends his days reading comics and playing games, he originally thought that today would be an ordinary day. However, the sudden request for help completely ruined his beautiful day.

Labor is the dragon's first need.

After becoming completely financially free, Doudou always wanted to do something serious besides eating, drinking and having fun.

But don't be too serious, sitting in the office is still too troublesome.

After thinking it over, he found a good place and registered a rescuer account on Didi Daren, ready to help people in danger at any time.

You don’t have to work in the office, and when you occasionally go out to work, you can still gain a lot of emotional value.

After rescuing the person, the person was in tears and didn't know how to express his gratitude. At this time, he said coldly, "You're welcome. I'm from the Didi rescue team." It makes me feel so happy just thinking about it.

It's a pity just thinking about it.

The rescuer accounts on Didi have ability ratings.

In order to avoid using missiles to kill chickens, after ability rating, suitable tasks will be assigned to suitable rescuers.

Doudou’s rating is a little too high.

Ranked at the top of the rescuer rating list, with a higher score than the second to tenth places combined.

After all, he is an ancient dragon. To defeat him, we need a team of legends. Three or two are not enough. However, there are no permanent legends on the Didi fighting platform.

As a result, Doudou has not received any suitable rescue mission since its registration.

There's no need for him to use his claws.

After all, as a help platform, the most common situation is that people are followed by drunk hooligans when they are walking home at night.

What a gangster, as for the ancient dragon catch.

This resulted in the scene that Doudou had been looking forward to for a long time never appearing once.

until today.

"In the southern mountainous area of ​​the Capetian Kingdom, in the area occupied by the Roman Empire, the guerrillas were attacked by an unknown force. The magical fluctuations are extremely strong, possibly close to or even exceeding the legendary level, threatening the lives of all personnel present. Rescue is urgently needed. The coordinates..."

Doudou was excited when he saw this task.

In the war zone, with unknown powerful enemies and an entire guerrilla army that needs to be rescued, is there any stage more suitable for him than this?
In order to complete this mission beautifully and brilliantly.

Doudou put on his favorite costume, which had no actual protective effect, but was purely for the sake of looking good as the Black Rhino cosplay.

He thought that no matter what kind of unknown force it was, as long as he arrived, he could easily solve it.

Ideas are beautiful.

The reality is...it's not that cruel, just quite embarrassing.

In the guerrilla camp, Doudou's favorite structure is no longer available.

That broken armor looked extremely tragic.

In the animation, it’s time to start a flashback episode.

In fact, it just looks miserable, there is nothing wrong with the body.

As for Doudou’s current thoughts, he regrets. In short, he regrets very much.

Regret for wearing your favorite build is secondary.

The main thing I regret is why I focused on defense because I was afraid of pain.

This has resulted in an awkward situation where no one can beat anyone else.

Doudou really didn't expect that this extremely ugly thing in front of him would be so hard.

Although his attack power was the lowest among the ancient dragons, he thought it would be enough because of the damage ability that increased with the age of the dragon clan.

I haven't heard of this kind of thing appearing on the battlefield?

As a 2D otaku, Doudou's main connection with the world is to read the news when he has nothing to do, so he probably knows the latest situation on the battlefield.

If there are too many of these things, it might cause big trouble.

The dragon and the demon have been fighting for several minutes.

Doudou tore off the synthetic demon's arms and legs many times, and there were many huge wounds several meters deep on its torso.

However, these damages cannot completely eliminate the synthetic demon.

Broken limbs will extend tentacles and crawl towards the torso. Once they touch something, they will heal immediately, and the same goes for the wounds on the body.

In Doudou's long life, he has never seen such a legendary and durable king who is so difficult to kill.

Is this thing really a living thing?
He was quite skeptical.

After a few minutes of fighting, through years of combat experience, he had roughly figured out a way to deal with the synthetic demon.

Find the weakness, if there is one, or deal enough damage to destroy the weakness at once.

He can't do it, so it will probably have to be Drogo or Flynn.

Or fight a war of attrition. He discovered that every time the synthetic magic repaired itself, there was a fluctuation of magic power.

This proves that this kind of regeneration is not infinite and requires a certain amount of magic energy.

Doudou is confident that if he keeps going, he will be the one laughing last.

In terms of endurance and ability to withstand blows, he is not bragging, there is no living dragon that can compare to him.

However, the problem is that this is a war zone, and if the war of attrition continues, Roman's large army will arrive.

How about running away with Morris?

Doudou thought about it and decided that this would also be considered completing the mission.

But it's a loss of dragon.

No, let's open our mind. Since this stitched monster can't hurt him, then maybe we can take it with us.

If this is a new weapon of the Roman Empire, then it is just right to continue researching it, and the remaining guerrillas can also escape.

reasonable.

After thinking about it, Doudou reached out and took off the half-remaining Black Rhino mask on his face and threw it aside.

The guerrillas who had not yet escaped noticed that there was a child under the mask and couldn't help but exclaimed.

But soon, the exclamation turned into soundless astonishment.

Doudou supported himself on the ground with his hands, his body flashing with light, which continued to expand. Huge brown-red wings dozens of meters long stretched out from both sides, followed by a tail, claws, and a dragon head.

The broad brown scales form a fine armor covering the entire body, and are definitely stronger than armor forged by the best craftsmen.

The copper-colored armor extended backward from above his eyes, extending into a series of segmented long horns. The fine scales on his face and the slight wrinkles on his jaw made him look like a scholar who was always thinking.

Doudou didn't say anything and just grabbed the synthetic demon.

He turned around and picked up Morris from the ground.

It flapped its wings, and the surrounding trees were blown down by the strong wind. Along with a surge of magic power, the ancient copper dragon Doudou, with its huge body weighing tons, took off from the ground and flew further south.

The survivors on the ground were stunned; it all happened too fast.

It was the captain who reacted first.

"Everyone, everyone who can still move, gather. This place is no longer safe. Evacuate. Evacuate immediately. Don't carry too many things. Take the treasure chest that Morris brought. Let's go southeast first to see if there are any pursuers..."

She gave orders at a rapid pace.

The old camp was destroyed and many comrades died. It was very sad, but there was no time to be sad. Those who were still alive had to continue their lives. The war was not over yet and they had no time to rest.

The team was quickly organized. The original team of hundreds of people was reduced to only about twenty people, and all of them were injured to varying degrees.

In addition to the treasure chest monster, they also found their younger brother who was so frightened that he dared not move.

Seeing his sister, the brother immediately said, "Listen to my explanation. They said they would not hurt you. As long as you surrender, you can live."

The captain didn't say anything, he just raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Looking at her brother's body, she said slowly: "You still don't understand. What we need is not to survive."

Then he led the team to evacuate to the southeast. (End of this chapter)