A pale gold interface and the vibrating ring that symbolized Omega's artificial mind appeared in front of Balogel. At the same time, Omega's emotionless synthetic voice appeared, "Good morning, Balogel. I'm glad to see that you are still healthy."
Balogel ignored Omega's routine greeting and asked indifferently, "Is the line secure?"
"The line is secure."
"Tell Elder Duckmore and Speaker Andal that the Holy Dragon Duchy's diplomatic mission has set off to contact Cecil's people in the south."
"Understood." The ring that symbolized Omega vibrated, and its voice was cold and indifferent. "The message has been sent to the recipient."
Balogel exhaled softly. After two seconds of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Did anything happen in Tarlonde?"
Omega's ring replied mechanically, "Nothing happened in Tarlonde. The Giant Dragon Clan is still loyal."
After more than ten seconds of silence, Omega's voice sounded in the hall again. "For safety reasons, if there is no more information, the line will be closed."
Balogel did not speak. He just waved his right hand, and the pale gold interface in the air dissipated, leaving only pale gold particles that gradually disappeared in the air.
In the huge throne room, everything fell into a dead silence. Dragonblood Archduke sat quietly on his hard and cold stone throne, and the entire hall fell into silence as if time had stopped.
… …
In a magnificent hall, the dome was supported by pale gold alloy pillars. The dome and walls were covered with numerous intricate and exquisite reliefs. A low humming sound reverberated from the ancient equipment, and various indicators inlaid between the reliefs moved slowly as if they were breathing. Countless cables and pipes extended down from the dome and pillars, intertwining into a structure like a ring. A large number of plugs and connection terminals hung down, connecting to a huge body in the center of the hall.
It was an old Giant Dragon, even more ancient than Speaker Andal. His scales had faded gray, and the traces of artificial transformation covered almost his entire body. An alloy shell and composite material covered his body that had endured countless years. A faint light wandered between the gaps of the scales. Even with the eyes of a Giant Dragon, this degree of transformation was too extreme. It was even difficult to tell whether this was a living flesh and blood creature, or a machine composed of steel, crystal, polymer, and biochemical circulation fluid.
With a low humming sound, the huge 'machine' started to move.
Ducamore raised his head that was covered with an alloy shell. The dark red electronic eye moved slightly in the eye socket, and then he looked at the side of the hall. A crystal-like transparent curtain had been lowered silently. The light on the curtain flickered and soon condensed into the projection of Speaker Andal.
"The exiles have stepped out of the mountains." Speaker Andal's voice slowly came. "I wonder what changes this will bring to the fate of the Giant Dragon …"
Elder Ducamore, the supreme ruler of the Senate, said in a hoarse and low voice, "Any change is better than nothing … Not to mention that the recent incident was even beyond Omega's expectations … Such a situation would not happen even once in tens of thousands of years."
"The recent incident …" Speaker Andal's only living creature had a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Has it been confirmed that it was a divine descent?"
"It has been confirmed that a new god tried to descend, but was intercepted by the mortals at the boundary of reality. There is enough evidence to show that this incident has nothing to do with Typhon. Instead, it may have something to do with Cecil," Elder Ducamore said in a low voice. "The only pity is that even if such a thing happened …"
"A new god of unknown origin, a divine descent that was intercepted at the early stage. For mortals, this may be a catastrophe, but for the gods, it is just a small ripple." Speaker Andal shook his head. "Obviously, this is not enough to divert 'his' attention …"
"Be careful, even if it is us, even with the help of Omega, 'he' may still hear our conversation," Elder Ducamore immediately reminded. "Even if we have spent hundreds of thousands of years building these safe 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 Ducamore …"
"What are you curious about?"
"When we were doing these things under 'his' nose, 'he' really did not notice at all?"
In the magnificent hall, the air was completely silent.
…
The dim light of the sky shone from the end of the horizon, casting a golden glow on the ice sea at the North Pole and on the edge of the towering balcony of the temple. A blonde figure in a long dress stood on the balcony, looking down at the kingdom of the Giant Dragon with an eternal gaze.
Helagol, the dragon priest, stood behind the blonde woman respectfully. "My Lord, the long day has begun."
"Yes, the day …" Enya, the Dragon God, said softly, looking across the rolling mountains in the distance and a little bit of the sea further away. Her sight stretched all the way to the end of the sky and the sea. Far away from Tarlonde, a looming tower was reflected in her golden eyes.
Her pupils shrank imperceptibly, and then she looked away with slight disgust and resistance.
"Helagol, is there anything interesting happening in Tarlonde recently?"
Helagol immediately replied, "My Lord, the day celebration will begin in three days, and there is also the Ultimate Battlefield tournament organized by Omdal Heavy Industries. The latter has been very popular in the recent century."
"There's nothing new about the celebration. It's not interesting at all." The Dragon God snorted softly. "The Ultimate Battlefield … Do you think I'd think it's interesting to watch a fully modified young dragon inject himself with a booster and rush into the arena, and then, in less than half a day, sprinkle the entire arena with implant parts and circulating fluids until he's finally carried back to the maintenance point?"
Helagol lowered his head. "… Then it seems that this entertainment will not be popular for long."
The blonde woman did not continue the topic, but casually brought up another matter. "Speaking of interesting things … In the mortal world opposite the Eternal Storm, something interesting seems to have happened recently?"
Helagol's answer seemed to be a breath slower. "… The mortal world is not worthy of your attention, my Lord."
"Not worthy of my attention?" The blonde woman turned her head slightly, with a faint smile on her face. "Do you really not want me to seriously … 'look' over there?"
Helagol lowered his head and repeated again. "The mortal world is not worthy of your attention, my Lord."
The blonde woman glanced at her chief priest and said faintly, "Helagol, you don't have to deliberately control your heartbeat. We are just chatting, aren't we?"
The dragon priest still lowered his head and did not say a word.
"Boring," the blonde woman said softly. Then she turned back and continued to look at the land of Tarlonde. In the dim light, she narrowed her eyes slightly. "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 grabbed Maggie's arm and shouted excitedly. Then she turned sideways and proudly showed her recent 'research results'. "This took us a lot of effort! Although there were no technical problems, in order to tailor a suitable joint and connecting mechanism for a creature like a 'dragon,' it really tested everyone's imagination, especially now that the Origins laboratory is temporarily unavailable. We made a lot of models just for the various kinds of models … "
Cecil's Pearl (Steel Ball) was blabbering on the side. Maggie, who was dragged here early in the morning, slowly realized what had happened. The 'dragon descendant' living in the human world slowly raised her head and looked at the 'technical results' that Rebecca proudly showed to her. Her eyes were inexplicably complicated.
In a large shed built with light metal plates and steel frames, bright magic crystal lights shone from the ceiling. The light converged at a set of huge equipment fixed with chains, hooks, and brackets —
It was composed of several parts and had a very imposing form. Its main component was a pair of 'wings' of more than ten meters long, made of metal and runes. The light runes on the skeleton shone with a faint halo. The structure was rough but durable enough to allow it to be stretched easily. This pair of wings did not seem to be complete. It was more like a 'supplementary frame' equipped on the outside of the wings. In addition to this pair of wings, there were some things that looked like rune armor plates and belts. Without exception, they were all extraordinarily huge.
They were so huge that they could be used as armor for the Giant Dragon.
They were indeed the armor for the Giant Dragon.
Maggie stared at the set of steel armor that was rough in structure but had an inexplicable aura. It was full of Cecil's magical industrial style. After a long time, she softly sighed. "You guys actually made this thing …"
"Actually, it's not possible to progress so fast," Rebecca casually explained to Maggie as she crossed her arms and looked up proudly at the work of the technical team she led. "You know, there are standards for projects. Under the circumstances of limited time and cost, we have to prioritize projects with high mass production value. We only have one 'dragon descendant', so it's obviously not in line with the project standards to make a set of equipment for you. But —"
Rebecca deliberately dragged her voice to keep her in suspense, but Maggie had already reacted. "… Because of the diplomatic progress with the Dukedom of Holy Dragon?"
"… You guessed it right away?"
"It's not hard to guess."
"Well, that's indeed the reason." Rebecca scratched her head. "The ancestors seem to want to have more bargaining chips when dealing with the dragon descendants, so they approved my application. After all, this is just a by-product of the 'Dragon Rider' technology. The scale itself is not big."
At this point, Rebecca suddenly looked at Maggie. "In your opinion, do you think this thing will attract the interest of the dragon descendants?"
Maggie looked up and her eyes fell on the steel wings. She seemed to be lost in memories and thought. She slowly said, "Many young dragon descendants are eager to fly. Of course, they will be interested in this thing. But … in the Dukedom of Holy Dragon, the people who have more right to speak are the councilors and elders.
"The Dukedom of Holy Dragon is a stubborn and cold place like ice and stone. There, the power of 'tradition' and 'taboo' is beyond your imagination, and 'flying' is unfortunately one of the behaviors that challenge the taboo. In fact, in my opinion, hereditary abnormalities are not the main reason that restricts the dragon descendants from flying — tradition and taboo are.
"So don't blame me for being pessimistic, Your Highness Rebecca. I'm sure that even if a considerable number of dragon descendants are interested in this thing you made, it will hardly be an 'official link' between the Dukedom of Holy Dragon and the Cecil Empire."
Maggie solemnly reminded. Then she saw Rebecca pinching her chin and pondering for a moment. The whimsical princess clapped her hands. "Then it seems that we can only smuggle it!"
Maggie asked, "Are you serious?"
"This is just a thought. And I think the ancestors will scold me when they hear it, but they will most likely think the same after they hear it …" Rebecca said casually as if she had not been beaten for three days. Then she waved her hand. "It's not important, it's not important. These things will be considered by the ancestors and my aunt. I'm only in charge of the technology. Anyway, in my opinion, as long as it can attract the interest of some dragon descendants, its value will be achieved."
Then she waved to Maggie with a bright smile on her face. "Do you want to try it? Although we have done a lot of model tests and laboratory tests, you have to try it yourself to see if it works. "
Maggie looked at Rebecca's clean and bright smile, and she seemed to be infected by it for some reason. Her mood brightened as well.
She smiled and nodded hard. "Of course, it's my pleasure. But … does this thing have a name? "
"It's called 'Steel Wings'," Rebecca said proudly. "The name I gave it — simple and straightforward, right?"
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