After observing the situation of the Shattered Coast for a long time, the red dragon Carador withdrew his gaze. He then raised his head and spread his gigantic wings high, taking off from the small floating island and flying towards a large floating island that was large enough to support a town above the sea south of the town.
In that destructive battle, the massive energy unleashed by the Dragon God had almost permanently changed the appearance of the ancient continent. As the southeastern coast that was hit the hardest, the changes here were especially shocking. The shattered coastline and the collapsed cliffs were just part of it. The floating islands of various sizes were far more unimaginable than the changes on the surface … and also had more potential for development and exploration.
According to the judgment of the three dragon leaders, the chaotic magical environment above the Shattered Coast and the charging state of the floating islands would cause the land torn from the Tarlonde continent to float above the sea for thousands or even tens of thousands of years in the future. And between these islands that were filled with the power of the Dragon God, the active energy flow and the unstable spatial structure gave birth to many natural phenomena that needed to be studied.
In the early days of the establishment of Binhai County, the expedition team lacked sufficient combat power and supplies, so they could only watch the floating islands from afar. But as the expedition gradually went on the right track and the material channel between Binhai County and New Agundor was opened, the dragons of Binhai County had now successfully expelled the elemental creatures and hostile spirits from several of the main floating islands. They had also set up facilities such as observation posts, research centers, and energy stations on some of the islands. The island that Carador was flying towards was the first to be cleared, and now it had become a permanent base.
With the sound of heavy wings flapping, the Giant Dragon landed smoothly on a rock platform at the edge of the floating island. The floating island that was filled with energy was extremely stable. Even the giant dragon did not feel the slightest tremor when it landed on the island. It felt as stable as the land.
In front of the rock platform, a metal tower that was obviously temporarily put together with recycled materials from the ruins was operating in the cold wind. It was made up of several cylinders, exposed pipes, and cables. Occasionally, tiny sparks could be seen jumping between the flickering runes and the crystals inlaid on the top of the cylinders. Several Dragons in human form were busy around the facility. When Carador, the "manager", arrived, they just nodded hurriedly and quickly returned to their work.
This was a very natural phenomenon in today's Tarlonde. After the war, the red tape of the old era that had gradually become complicated and useless due to the long-term consolidation of society had disappeared like the meaningless reliefs. The process of survival in the harsh wilderness had made the Dragons quickly realize that efficiency and hard work were the key to maintaining the survival of the race, especially near key facilities like communication and energy. So, even when the technicians met the three ancient dragons, they just nodded to greet them.
Carador transformed into human form and came to the tower-like facility. He nodded to a mechanic who was monitoring the data. "How's the communication tower? Is there a sudden interruption like the last time? "
"No, it seems to be working smoothly," the mechanic said without looking back. "At present, we can contact Agundor and the stronghold on the Rock-Splitting Mountain stably, but beyond the range of the signal coverage … It's useless to continue to increase the power of the antenna. Instead, it will affect the lifespan of these parts."
"… There's no other way. The renovated equipment dug out from the ruins can only do so much, and the energy interference on the surface is too strong." Carador shook his head helplessly. He looked into the distance and saw several smaller floating islands that were closer to him. On one of the islands, he could see another smaller antenna device. The device was actually connected to the communication tower in front of him. The two sets of antennas worked together to enhance the communication power of the communication tower, but obviously, the effect was limited.
"Setting up the antennas on these floating islands can already minimize the interference of the energy vortex on the surface," the Mechanic replied casually, with a hint of regret in his voice. "Sigh … The main problem is that the equipment is still in bad condition. If we can get the gain units produced in Agundor's newly restarted factory, we can contact the stronghold on Swirl Island. "
Carador sighed. "There's no other way. There are only a few factories that are still operational. We have to use the capacity in more important places. First of all, we have to ensure stable communication with the West Coast guard post. Before the equipment on that line is replaced with new parts, it's not our turn to use the communication tower."
"West Coast guard post …" The mechanic's eyes finally moved away from the equipment in front of him. The middle-aged Dragons frowned and said with some concern, "Do you mean the guard post monitoring the tower?"
"It can only be them." Carador nodded. "Currently, the only stronghold on the West Coast is that guard post."
The mechanic was silent for two seconds. He shook his head gently and sighed. "Sigh, then their stronghold is indeed more important than ours. To be honest, I admire those dragons who signed up to go to the West Coast. Under such circumstances, they flew around the long coastline to the other side of Tarlonde to monitor the terrifying tower. They also had to find a way to get half of the supplies themselves. I just hope they are safe."
"This is the responsibility we have to bear," Carador said in a deep voice. "We have left enough mess for the world."
"Responsibility …" The mechanic repeated the word Carador mentioned in a low voice. He did not say anything else and focused on the task at hand. Almost at the same time, the crystal curtain connected to the communication tower suddenly lit up. The sound and light effect that indicated the connection of the communication caught Carador's attention.
"Connect." Carador said almost instinctively. However, the unresponsive crystal curtain made him quickly realize that the Omega System was no longer there. These primitive devices would not respond to his' instructions'.
He shook his head and stepped forward to manually activate the flashing symbol on the curtain. With a slight burst of static, the face of a young Dragon appeared on the curtain. It was the correspondent of Binhai County.
"Councilor Carador," the young Dragon said. "The southern observation post has just sent a messenger to report that they saw a large group of unfamiliar … Dragons appear over the open sea. They are flying at high speed in the direction of the Broken Coast. Our equipment has not been able to establish communication with them. Should we send the town guards to intercept them?"
"Unfamiliar … Dragons? From the south? " Carador was stunned for a moment. Then he seemed to have thought of something. His expression instantly became very serious. "Do not intercept them. Send the dragons to guide them to land at the landing site of Binhai County. I will be there soon."
"Yes, Councilor Carador." The correspondent immediately nodded and ended the communication. The mechanic standing beside Carador could not help but ask, "Councilor, those unfamiliar dragons are …"
Carador's expression was complicated and serious. He looked into the mechanic's eyes for a long time before breaking the silence with a low voice. "They are our … kin."
A moment later, the gigantic red dragon soared into the air from the floating island and flew straight toward the landing grounds of Binhai Commandery. Before he reached the ground, he saw the group of dragons flying from the southern sea, bathed in the light of the polar day.
As the dragons continued to approach, the residents of Binhai County also quickly noticed the unfamiliar dragons flying in from the outside world. Whether they were hunting in the coastal waters, chasing away monsters outside the town, or working in the town, these Tarlonde Giant Dragon looked at the sky outside the town in shock.
They saw the dragons that were completely different from themselves breaking through the clouds and descending towards the broken coast of Tarlonde. The light from the Giant Dragon shone on these giant dragons, and the edges of their wings and their broad backs glowed like steel. In this cold afternoon, on this land that had been scarred by war, this scene was like a sign of fate that was strongly imprinted in the hearts of almost every witness. Perhaps even thousands of years later, these pioneers and rebuilders working diligently in their new home would still remember this scene.
There were unfamiliar dragons flying in from the south, visiting this ancient Giant Dragon Kingdom as outsiders, and then breaking a barrier that had lasted for one million eight hundred and seventy thousand years.
Under the guidance of a guide, hundreds of Giant Dragons landed on the landing site outside Binhai County. The local Giant Dragons who lived in this settlement had already arrived from all over, and gathered outside the landing site with expressions of curiosity and shock.
They looked at the foreign dragons — the latter were obviously smaller than the local dragons of Tarlonde, but they still had a majestic head, scales, and wings. Their wing structure seemed strange and shrunken, but there were giant wings made of steel covering the outer edge of their wings. And it was not just wings, the armor-like mechanical armor actually covered almost half of their body surface. From the alloy faceplate to the back and breastplate with a lot of runic devices and mounting structures, from the steel wings to the vertebra-like deck that extended out from the tail, these foreign dragons could be said to be fully armed, like moving steel fortresses.
For the Giant Dragon of Tarlonde who was used to sophisticated and advanced implants, the mechanical armor on these outsiders was a product of a completely different technological path from their own. The novelty it brought … was not inferior to the "outsiders" themselves.
Carador, who had landed on the landing site in advance, was already walking forward, and transformed into human form as he walked — most of the Giant Dragon born in the lower Tarlonde had never seen a "Dragon Descendant" with their own eyes. Even if they knew of the existence of the Holy Dragon Dukedom, they knew little about it. Therefore, he chose to personally contact these "compatriots" from the Holy Dragon Dukedom, in order to avoid uncontrollable situations as much as possible.
This "reunion" was too late for too many years, and he did not want any accidents to happen.
When Carador walked forward, among the fully armed foreign dragons, a Giant Dragon with fiery red scales also stepped forward. The mechanical structure on her body crackled, and heat and light were released between the heat dissipation and energy release grid. Then, a light curtain hung down, and this dragon's body was folded and shrunk into the elemental domain. A tall woman with long fiery red hair walked out of the light curtain and came to Carador.
Under the witness of the two dragon groups, Carador took the lead to step forward and broke the silence. "Hello, I'm the current governor of Binhai County, Carador."
"Asalena, Dragon Mark Witch, representing the Holy Dragon Dukedom." The tall red-haired lady stood there straight, looking up at the pure-blood red dragon in front of her in the cold wind of the North Pole Continent. "We're here to help."
"Thank you very much!" Carador took a deep breath. "On behalf of the Tarlonde Interim Council, I thank and welcome you. Please come with me, I'll arrange a place for you to stay. In addition, the town is already preparing food … "
"It's good to have a place to stay. We brought our own food and medicine." Asalena waved her hand. Behind her, the Giant Dragons covered in mechanical armor were working together to unload the large containers fixed on their backs to the ground. The containers were surrounded by runes to regulate gravity and energy interfaces, and the front of the containers were painted with eye-catching words in human common language: Gelan Heavy Industries.
They were obviously equipment from the Cecil Empire.
"As I said, we're here to help. We'll take care of the food ourselves, and we just need a place to stay." Asalena saw that Carador was a little stunned, so she raised her voice slightly and said, "We have a lot of people, and what you see is only the first batch. The second batch has just taken off from Long Yue Ya. I'm afraid that your town won't be able to accommodate them, so just prepare an open space. We'll build our own camp."
Carador opened his mouth, but found that he could not organize any words for a moment.
The Dragonkin … they're here. After being "exiled" by Tarlonde for so many years, they brought the urgently needed support for this land without any complaints. What kind of feelings did they have when they took off from Long Yue Ya? How could they do this? What were they thinking at this moment? How did they see the current Tarlonde?
Carador, who had lived for a long time, could not get an answer at this moment, but he knew that this was not the time to find out.
"We'll do our best to provide you with support," the old pure-blood red dragon nodded to the young "Dragonkin" from the Dukedom of Holy Dragon. "Agundor will soon send someone to contact us … We really need support now. Your arrival will greatly ease the difficulties of developing a stronghold."
"That's good. We're here to solve the problem," Asalena said casually, and looked back at the temporary port in the direction of the coastline. "Why, the fleet from the North Harbor hasn't arrived yet?"
Carador was startled and immediately responded, "We just received the news at noon today. They have just crossed the Everstormy Sea. They should arrive tomorrow at the earliest."
"Really? Aha, we set off many days later, but in the end, we still arrived before them. "Asalena laughed, and there was a hint of ridicule in her tone." The last time that guy wrote a letter, he boasted that he was driving the fastest warship in the world. I almost believed him. "
Carador was confused. He did not know the cause and effect of the matter, and of course, he could not say anything at this time. But he also guessed that the young Dragonkin lady was ridiculing someone in the joint fleet. This made him a little dumbfounded.
Ma 'am, you guys flew here …
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