Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

The weather in the Royal City of Sutton is very good. There is not a single cloud in the blue sky. The breeze blows away the excess heat. The temperature is just right. It is a good time for an outing.

Most of the residents in the city got up early and went hiking outside the city in groups. The royal city was actually on a plain and there was no stunning scenery.

Probably every capital city is like this. You can only choose between good scenery and suitability for living. Livable places are mostly flat, but what capital cities need more is livability.

So the so-called mountain outside the Royal City of Sutton is just a small hill about a hundred meters high. If you have fast legs, two hours is enough to run back and forth. In fact, there is nothing to see.

But the ordinary scenery does not affect the good mood of tourists. Happy people will still be happy on an ordinary hill.

But unhappy people are still unhappy even if they are sitting in the prime minister's office, which is located at the center of power in the kingdom and is exquisitely decorated, low-key but full of design.

Figesin was in a terrible mood.

She didn't sleep all night. Starting from early morning, she received a series of bad battle reports from the front line.

This lasted all night and the morning, with one call coming in almost every hour or two.

The Roman army seemed to have launched a frenzied counterattack that night.

After verifying with other allies, the same result was obtained.

The battle lines they were involved in also suffered heavy losses during this period.

If it was just an ordinary counterattack on the front line, it would be barely acceptable. Such an organized counterattack would always occur in stages before Roman was completely defeated.

What was unusual this time was that the means used by Loman were very unusual.

It is still unclear what it is.

There are only a few vague points that can be summarized.

A completely new weapon, possibly a demon, but not any demon seen before.

They appear suddenly in the form of airborne troops and are only responsible for breaking through key positions. They will not attack at the same time as ordinary Roman soldiers.

The intensity is extremely high, and no force has yet caused effective damage to it.

It is suspected that it may be a fusion of multiple demons, but this is only speculation and has not been confirmed.

Because there has never been any record of demons combining into one in history.

However, there is no historical record of demons being controlled by humans.

It is not ruled out that Roman may have really developed such a thing.

If the worst is expected, Loman can mass produce this new demon and possibly even turn the tide of the war.

The most important thing at the moment is to figure out what it is first.

The analysis team is coordinating all known information and actively contacting the allies of the anti-Roman alliance to exchange intelligence.

Figosin also commissioned Asmodeus to investigate whether there were similar records in the devil's historical materials. After all, the devil should be the most well-known race of demons.

In addition, we have to wait for the demons who have had a head-on encounter with the Roman weapons to resurrect in hell. It takes time for the demons to resurrect. Once they come back to life, we can get the most direct information.

As for the survivors, this is the most terrifying point. No matter whether they are humans, dwarves, or even the most knowledgeable elves, all those who survived have suffered a considerable mental shock, and not many of them can speak clearly.

Even those who could still say something did not match each other. They had different descriptions of the same thing, and many details did not match, and even the general direction was different. It was impossible to tell which one was true.

What kind of horrible thing could cause such a great mental blow to the veterans who are familiar with the battlefield?

Figosin began to suspect that what Loman sent might not be the same thing.

That's even worse.

I hope that the demons born in hell will have stronger endurance and can provide enough useful information after resurrection.

In addition to pinning our hopes on the devil, there is another very important character that has not been connected.

"Have you found Drogo?"

Figesin asked the secretary anxiously.

The noble Lord Protector of the Kingdom of Sutton has now disappeared. He is hiding in some deep forest somewhere to film The Lord of the Rings.

Just take pictures of the magic shadow. Do you have to go to a place where you can’t be reached even by cell phone?

They are going to shoot three parts at a time, saying that they want to maintain the continuity of the plot, and now it seems that the second part is almost finished.

"The Adventurer's Guild has sent out several teams to search for possible locations where the crew may be filming, according to the filming schedule provided by the Drogo Group. There are six possible locations, four of which have been confirmed, and the last two are left."

"So we're almost there?"

"Theoretically yes."

"That's really good news." Figxin's expression didn't show that this was good news at all.

At this time, Aisha appeared in the Prime Minister's Office.

Seeing her, Figxin breathed a sigh of relief. Her coming must mean there is really good news.

"The boss has found it."

"And Drogo?"

"He said he didn't want to transmit it over. It's too troublesome to transmit it over again. But considering that it's really inconvenient to communicate like this, and there are other filming locations with no signal next, they are setting up a mobile signal station. According to their efficiency, it should be soon..."

Before she finished her words, a ringtone came from the backpack on Aisha's back.

"Ha, it should be set up."

Elsa put down her backpack and took out a device that looked a bit like a magic projector.

Except for the film sources using "genuine" magic crystals, all other mass-produced magic crystals project their magic images in projectors similar to this device.

"What is this?" asked Figgins.

"We are still testing a new product, a prototype that can make video calls, this is a camera."

Aisha pointed to a component and introduced it.

"The images it captures will be transmitted in real time, and the images from the other end can also be transmitted over, so that not only can we talk, but we can also display some content."

As she spoke, she started the machine, and soon, an illusionary dragon head of Drogo appeared, staring and moving forward.

"Is this thing connected? Why can't I see any picture? Hey, hey, hey! Hey, I think I can see it..."

Drogo's eccentric look diluted the serious, tense and anxious atmosphere on Figosin's side.

"What I am about to say involves military secrets," Figesin reminded.

"It's okay. You tell me. I'm the only one here. I know everything."

Figosin didn't care what the word "clear knowledge" meant and directly introduced all the known information.

"Do you have any idea about this new demon?"

"Um……"

Drogo on the other end of the call fell silent, searching his memory for a long time before answering, "Not at all. I don't remember anything like this. You mean that a lot of demonic stitched monsters suddenly appeared on the battlefield at once."

“It’s almost certain that this is the case.”

"If we can get the real thing, as long as we can get it and send it to the Shenzhen Research Institute, I believe they can come up with a countermeasure."

"The biggest problem right now is that we don't have the real thing. Our army has suffered heavy losses in the locations where this demon appears. To obtain the real thing, we need to deploy tactics in a targeted manner. We don't know the time and location of Roman's next attack yet."

“There is no real object…”

Drogo scratched the dragon's head.

It does sound tricky. When the battle situation is tense, one side suddenly pulls out a very powerful secret weapon.

He also looked through the Soul Engineer's knowledge base, but there was nothing similar in his records.

This proves that it is indeed a new thing of the Roman Empire.

As expected, Luoman was able to sweep across the continent before, so he must have something. "Although I don't understand war tactics, I think that useful things will be used all the time. Luoman achieved such a good effect this time, he will definitely launch an attack again. How about this, when the time comes, place a clone of Doudou in each important location, and fly to the place where the real body is encountered."

"Beans?"

"Yes, he is very reliable. Even if he can't take it down, he can definitely protect himself. As far as survivability is concerned, the Dragon Claw is invincible."

Before Drogo could finish his words, his cell phone rang.

The mobile signal station is really useful.

Drogo picked it up and saw that it was Doudou, and it was an emergency call.

Drogo immediately said to Figithin, "I need to pick it up, something might be wrong with Bean."

As he answered the phone, a noisy sound came from the line, like a spell bombarding the air, but the sound was muffled, as if there was something between them.

“Finally connected!”

This is the universal language, and it sounds like you are about to cry.

“Finally connected!”

This sentence is dragon language, obviously Doudou is the real Doudou.

"Where have you been? Why didn't you answer the phone?" Doudou's words were still a little unclear, and it felt like he had something in his mouth.

"Um, I didn't have any signal just now."

"Help!" This heart-wrenching cry sounded really urgent.

"I'm flying south of Capet toward the border, with Morris in my mouth and a weird-looking demon in my claws. I can't fly fast with it, and I can't teleport away. It keeps hitting me with elemental streams, and the Romans are targeting me. Now a bunch of knights are riding this and that and flying toward me. Where are your ornithopters? Escort! I need an escort!"

Doudouji mumbled a lot, but because of Morris in his mouth, he couldn't speak dragon language clearly.

But Drogo still got the core idea well.

Doudou is being chased.

He caught a very strange demon.

So, Drogo asked: "Help will be here soon. Also, is the demon you captured a stitched monster?"

"Eh? How did you know?"

"Doudou, you are a genius. Hang on, help is on the way."

Then hang up.

On this side, Figosin was also very anxious. He just said that he would rely on Doudou to catch the devil, but now it sounded like something was going to happen to Doudou.

The key point is that we still don't know what exactly happened. It is difficult for Felin to find a language less popular than Dragon Language. Except for the Dragonborn, no one is free to study this language.

"what happened?"

"Good news. There's no need to make a capture plan. Doudou should have been caught."

"what?"

……

At the same time, in the sky above the southern mountainous area of ​​the Kingdom of Capet, a strong copper dragon was flying with difficulty, holding a huge, sloppy-looking demon tightly in its claws.

I could see the pursuers in the distance behind me, getting closer and closer.

If you look closely at the faucet, you can see an unyielding human hand extending from between its teeth, holding a portable camera.

What is top professionalism?

Even if you are about to die, you should first take a picture of the scene before your death. Maybe it will be a scene that will be recorded in history.

Through another gap between his teeth, Morris tried to observe the images on the camera.

"It's getting closer and closer, and we're about to catch up!"

"I know!"

Morris didn't know what Doudou answered, he just felt like he was about to be deafened.

"Eh? They suddenly stopped again, why?"

"Because help has arrived!"

As he was speaking, a huge mosquito suddenly appeared in the picture captured by the camera.

Hundreds of times larger than the largest mosquito Morris had ever seen.

Then there were two, three...a large group.

The dense swarm of Hell Mosquitoes seemed to form a high wall in the air. They opened an opening to let Doudou pass, then immediately closed the wall and blocked the Roman Air Knights.

Morris then captured what he believes is one of the most amazing images he has ever captured.

The giant mosquito caught up with the griffin, and then, together with the griffin and the knight, turned into brilliant fireworks.

The high wall of the Demon Mosquito exploded into pieces, and elements splashed in all colors.

It makes the originally cruel battlefield seem a bit absurd.

Morris only now remembered that this should be the new drone cluster equipped by Sutton.

I've heard of it, but haven't filmed it yet.

I didn’t expect that the first time I filmed, I was actually saving myself.

This was the first time in Morris's life that he thanked a group of mosquitoes from the bottom of his heart.

"Your death is valuable. At least it is more valuable than your bunch of little relatives."

……

A few hours later, Drogo, Figosin, Asmodeus, El and a group of researchers from the Institute of Deep Research gathered together and looked at the synthesized demon that had been divided.

Drogo was teleported back anyway. Although the filming work was important, it was more important to see the great demon who was said to be so magical.

Drogo made great efforts in the cutting process. Doudou, the "shame of ancient dragons", was good at cutting arms and legs, but he couldn't cut the torso in one go. This thing would grow back immediately if it couldn't be cut.

The synthetic demon had been cut into dozens of pieces of different sizes by heat, and each part was still active. Its dense flesh tentacles wanted to find the torso, but unfortunately they were firmly nailed to the experimental site and could only twitch and dance in the air.

"Is this a demon?"

Asmodeus was so shocked that his accent changed.

He had never seen a demon like this in his life. As expected, humans are more evil than demons.

Master El sighed. This kind of extreme idea was not uncommon among mages. After all, the mage industry was full of perverts.

But under the regulation of the Mages Guild, experiments of this level have never really appeared, at least not openly and on a large scale.

And based on the wizard's intuition, he believed that the raw material of this thing should not only be demonic.

Figsin felt like vomiting, but she held it back. She now understood why the survivors were all mentally affected to some extent.

This thing really looks disgusting.

This has been dismantled, if it were still alive and kicking.

Figosin imagined himself encountering this kind of thing on the battlefield, twisted, weird, and immortal.

That was really hopeless.

I can't help but admire the researchers at the Shenzhen Research Institute even more, as they have been back and forth in this pile of rotten meat many times.

Is this the spirit of scientific research? (End of this chapter)