The light golden interactive interface and the trembling ring symbolizing Omega's artificial mind appeared in front of Balogel, and together with Omega's synthetic voice lacking emotion: "Good morning, Balogel, I'm glad to see you are still healthy."

Balogel ignored Omega's routine greetings, but asked in a calm tone: "Is the line safe?"

“Line safety.”

"Tell the elder Dukemore and Speaker Andal that the mission of the Duchy Dragon had set out to contact the Cecils in the south."

"Understand," the ring symbolizing Omega shook, and the voice was cold and calm, "The message has been transmitted to the recipient."

Balogel breathed a sigh of relief, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is there something going on in Tallond?"

Omega Ring gave a mechanical answer: "Nothing happened to Tallond, and the dragon clan is still loyal."

After more than ten seconds of silence, Omega's voice sounded again in the hall: "Due to safety needs, if there is no more information, this line will be closed."

Balogel didn't say anything, but waved his right hand, and the light golden communication interface in the air disappeared immediately, leaving only a faint golden light particle gradually melting into the air.

In the huge throne hall, everything fell into silence. The Dragon Blood Lord sat quietly on his hard and cold stone throne, and fell into silence with the entire hall, as if time had stopped.

...

A magnificent and magnificent dome is supported by light golden alloy columns. The dome and the four walls are covered with countless complex and exquisite relief halls. The ancient equipment is echoing a low buzzing sound. Various indicator lights embedded between the reliefs slowly surge like breathing. Countless cables and pipes extend from the dome and pillars, intertwining into a circular structure, and drooping a large number of plugs and connection terminals, connected to the huge body in the center of the hall.

It was an old dragon, even older than Speaker Andal. His scales were grayish-white and faded. The traces of the essay transformation almost covered the entire body. The alloy carapace and composite skin wrapped around the body that had been going through countless years. The faint light wandered between the gaps of the scales. Even with the eyes of the dragon, this level of transformation seemed too extreme. It was even difficult to tell whether this was a living flesh-and-blood creature, or a machine that combined with steel, crystal, polymer and biochemical circulation fluid.

Accompanied by a low sound, the huge "machine" started to move.

Dukemore raised his head covered with the alloy shell, and the dark red electronic prosthetic eye turned slightly in the eye socket, then he looked to the side of the hall - a crystal-like transparent curtain had already silently hung down, and the light spots on the curtain flashed, and soon condensed into a projection of Speaker Andal.

"The exiles have stepped out of the mountains," Speaker Andal's voice came slowly, "I wonder what variables this will bring to the fate of the dragon..."

Elder Dukemore, the supreme ruler of the Senate, made a hoarse and low voice: "Any variable is better than being unchanged... Not to mention that the events not long ago even exceeded Omega's expectations... Similar situations will not happen once in tens of thousands of years."

"The incident not long ago..." A deep thought appeared in the eyes of Speaker Andal's only creature, "Is it confirmed that it was a divine descending?"

"It has been confirmed that a new god has attempted to come, but it has been intercepted by mortals on the boundaries of reality. There is enough evidence to show that this matter has nothing to do with Tifeng - but may have something to do with Cecil," said Elder Dukemore in a deep voice. "The only pity is that even if such a thing happened..."

"A new god of unknown origin, a God who was intercepted in the early stage, may be considered a catastrophe for mortals, but only a small wave for the gods," Speaker Andal shook his head, "Obviously, this is not enough to divert 'His'''''..."

"Be careful, even with the help of Omega, our conversations may be heard by 'Ho,'" Elder Dukemore immediately reminded, "even if we have used hundreds of thousands of years to build these security channels, they are not absolutely safe."

Speaker Andal was silent, but after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly shook his head: "Actually, I have been curious about one thing, Elder Dukemore..."

"What are you curious about?"

“When we do these things under the nose of ‘His’, is ‘His’ really not aware of it at all?”

In the magnificent hall, the air was completely silent.

...

The dim sky light shone from the end of the horizon, sprinkling a golden glow on the sea of ​​ice at the North Pole, and shining on the edge of the towering terrace of the temple. A blonde figure in a long dress stood on the high terrace, looking down at the kingdom of the dragon with an eternal gaze.

The dragon priest Hragor stood respectfully behind the blonde woman with his hands hanging down: "My Lord, the long day has begun."

"Yes, day..." Long Shen Enya said softly, his eyes crossing the undulating mountains in the distance and the tiny seas further away. His gaze extended all the way, and finally extended to the end of the sky and the sea. A vaguely tower reflected in His golden eyes, far away from Tallond.

His pupils contracted slightly, and then shifted his sight with a slight disgust and resistance.

"Hragor, has anything interesting happened in Tallund recently?"

Hragor immediately replied: "My Lord, the daytime celebration will begin three days later, and there is also the extreme battlefield competition held by Omdar Heavy Industry Group - the latter is very popular in the last century."

"The celebration is no longer novel and it is not an interesting thing," Dragon God snorted softly, "Extreme Battlefield... Looking at the young dragon who has been transformed with whole body injections of a synergist and rushing into the arena, then in less than half a day, the entire arena was filled with implanted parts and circulation fluid until it was finally carried back to the repair site - do you think I think this is an interesting thing?"

Hragor lowered his head: "...then it seems that this entertainment will not be popular for too long."

Instead of continuing the topic, the blonde woman mentioned another thing casually: "Talking about interesting things... something interesting seems to have happened recently in the mortal world opposite the Eternal Storm?"

Hragor's answer seemed to slow down: "...things in the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my Lord."

"Isn't it worth my attention?" The blonde woman turned her head slightly, with a faint smile on her face. "Don't you really want me to look over there seriously...?"

Hragor lowered his head and repeated again: "Things in the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my lord."

The blonde woman glanced at her chief priest and said lightly: "Hragore, don't control her heartbeat deliberately, we are just chatting, aren't we?"

The dragon priest still lowered his head and said nothing.

"Born," said the blonde woman softly, then turned her head and continued to look at the earth of Tallond. He narrowed his eyes slightly in the dim sky light, "What a bunch of boring children..."

...

"I tell you, this is absolutely super interesting!!"

In a special experimental facility on the outskirts of Cecil, Rebecca pulled Maggie's arm and shouted with interest. Then she turned her body sideways and proudly showed her "research results" in recent times: "This has taken us a lot of effort! Although there was no technical problem, in order to tailor a co-use joint and connection mechanism for a creature like "Dragon", it has really tested everyone's imagination, especially now that the Origin Laboratory is not available for the time being, we have done a lot of various models alone..."

Cecil's pearl (steel ball) was baba-talking next to him, but Maggie, who was dragged over early in the morning, was only now that she slowly realized what had happened. The "dragon descendant" who lived in the human world slowly raised her head and looked at the "technical achievements" that Rebecca showed him proudly, with her eyes complicated for a moment.

In a large shed built with light metal plates and steel skeletons, bright magic crystal light shines from the ceiling. Where the light gathers is a huge device fixed together with chains, hooks and brackets—

It consists of several parts and has a very imposing shape. Its main component is a pair of "two wings" that are more than ten meters long and made of metal and runes. The skeleton made of light runes flashes with a slight halo. The rough structure is strong and durable enough to make it seem to be stretched easily. The pair of wings does not seem complete, and it is more like a "supplementary frame" equipped on the outside of the wings. In addition to these pair of wings, you can also see some things like rune armor plates and rigging belts. They are all particularly huge without exception.

It's so huge that it can be used as armor for the dragon.

They are indeed armor for the dragon.

Maggie looked at the steel suit with rough structure but inexplicable momentum, full of Cecil's magic industrial style, and after a long time he let out a soft sigh: "You actually made this thing..."

"Actually, it was impossible to progress so quickly," Rebecca hugged her arms, proudly looking up at the work created by the technical team she led, and explained to Maggie casually, "You know that there are standards for project establishment, and when time and cost are limited, we should give priority to projects with high mass production value. We only have you, the "Dragonborn". It is obvious that it does not meet the project establishment standards for you personally, but-"

Rebecca said this and deliberately raised his voice and kept it a secret, but Maggie had already reacted: "...because of diplomatic progress with the Duchy of Holy Dragon?"

"...You guessed it right away?"

“It’s not difficult to guess.”

"Well, that's the reason," Rebecca scratched his hair. "The ancestors seemed to want to have more chips when dealing with the dragon descendants, so they approved my application - after all, this is only a by-product of the 'Dragon Cavity' technology and is not large in scale."

Speaking of this, Rebecca suddenly looked at Maggie: "In your opinion, do you think this thing will attract the interest of Dragonborn?"

Maggie raised her head, her eyes fell on the steel wings, as if she was trapped in memories and thoughts, and said slowly: "Many young dragon descendants are eager to fly. Of course they will be interested in this thing, but... in the Duchy of the Holy Dragons, the members and elders have more say.

"The Duchy of the Holy Dragon is a place as stubborn and cold as ice and stones, where the power of ‘tradition’ and ‘taboo’ is beyond your imagination, and ‘flying’ is unfortunately one of the actions to challenge taboos. In fact, in my opinion, genetic deformities are not even the main reason for restricting dragonborns from flying into the sky—tradition andtaboo are.

"So don't blame me for being pessimistic, His Highness Rebecca, I'm sure that even if there are quite a few dragon descendants who are interested in what you have created, it will be difficult for it to become the 'official bond' between the Duchy of the Holy Dragon and the Cecil Empire."

Maggie solemnly reminded her, and then she saw Rebecca pinching her chin for a moment and thought for a while. The whimsical princess slapped her face: "It seems that she can only smuggle!"

Maggie: "Are you serious?"

"This is just a way of thinking, and I think my ancestors will definitely scold me after hearing this, but after he scolds it, he will think so..." Rebecca said carelessly, looking like he had not been beaten for three consecutive days, and then waved his hand, "It's not important, it's up to the ancestors and aunt to consider these things. I'm only responsible for technology. Anyway, as long as it can arouse the interest of some dragon descendants, its value will be achieved."

Then she waved to Maggie and smiled brightly: "Do you want to try it? Although we have done a lot of model tests and laboratory tests, you still have to try it yourself if it can be used."

Maggie looked at Rebecca's clean and bright smile, and inexplicably seemed to be infected, and her mood became brighter.

She smiled and nodded vigorously: "Of course, I am extremely happy. But... does this thing have a name?"
Chapter completed!