A pale gold interface and a tremor ring symbolizing Omega's artificial mind appeared in front of Balogel, along with Omega's emotionless synthesized voice: "Good morning, Baloger, it's nice to see that you're still healthy. ”

Baloger ignored Omega's routine greeting, and just asked in an indifferent tone, "Is the line safe?" ”

"Line safety."

"Tell Elder Duke Moore and Speaker Andal that the mission of the Duchy of the Holy Dragon has set out - to contact the Cecilians in the south."

"Understood," the ring of omega trembled, and the voice was cold and indifferent, "the message has been transmitted to the recipient. ”

Baloger exhaled softly, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Is something happening in Talrond?" ”

The Omega Ring replied mechanically, "Nothing happened to Talrond, and the dragons remain loyal." ”

After more than ten seconds of silence, Omega's voice resounded in the hall: "Due to security needs, this line will be closed without more information." ”

Baloger didn't speak, just waved his right hand, and the pale golden communication interface in mid-air immediately dissipated, leaving only faint golden light particles that gradually dissolved into the air.

In the vast throne hall, everything fell silent, and the Grand Duke of Dragon's Blood sat silently on his hard and cold stone throne, falling into silence along with the entire hall, as if time had stood still.

……

In a magnificent hall supported by pale gold alloy columns, the dome and its walls were covered with intricate reliefs, the ancient equipment room was echoing with a low hum, the various lights embedded in the reliefs were slowly surging like breathing, countless cables and pipes extended from the dome and pillars, intertwined into a structure like a ring, and a large number of plugs and connecting terminals hung down to connect to the behemoth in the center of the hall.

It was an aging dragon, even older than Speaker Andal, his scales were gray and faded, the traces of prosthetic transformation covered almost the entire entire body, the alloy carapace and composite material skin wrapped the body over countless years, and the faint light wandered between the gaps in the scales - even to the eyes of the dragon, this level of transformation seemed too extreme, and it was difficult to tell if it was a living flesh and blood creature, or a body made of steel, crystal, This is a machine that combines polymers and biochemical circulating fluids.

With a muffled sound, the huge "machine" moved.

Duke Moore raised his head covered in an alloy shell, his dark red prosthetic eye turning slightly in his socket, and then he looked to the side of the hall, where a crystal-clear curtain had fallen silently, and the light on the curtain flickered, quickly condensing into a projection of Speaker Andal.

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

Elder Dukemore, the supreme ruler of the Senate, uttered a hoarse and deep voice: "Any variable is better than a constant...... Not to mention that the recent events were even beyond Omega's expectations...... A similar situation does not happen once in tens of thousands of years. ”

"The events of the recent past...... "Speaker Andal's only creature has a thoughtful look in his eyes, "have you been sure that it was a divine descent?" ”

"It has been confirmed that a new god tried to descend, but was intercepted by mortals at the edge of reality, and there is enough evidence to suggest that this incident has nothing to do with Typhon - it may have something to do with Cecil," Elder Duke Moore said in a deep voice, "The only pity is that even if this happens......

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

"Be careful, even if we use Omega, our conversation may be overheard by 'Him,'" Elder Duke Moore immediately reminded, "even if we spend hundreds of thousands of years building these secure channels, they are not completely safe. ”

Speaker Andal fell silent, but after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly shook his head: "Actually, I've been curious about one thing, Elder Duke Moore......"

"What are you curious about?"

"When we do these things right under His nose, does He really not notice it at all?"

In the magnificent hall, the air fell completely silent.

……

The twilight of the sky poured from the end of the horizon, casting a golden glow on the icy sea at the North Pole, and shining on the edge of the temple's towering terrace, where a blond figure in a long dress stood on the high terrace, overlooking the kingdom of dragons with a gaze that seemed to be eternal.

The dragon priest Hragor stood behind the blonde woman with his hands bowed respectfully: "My lord, the long days have begun. ”

"Yes, daylight...... " the dragon god Enya whispered, his gaze beyond the rolling mountains in the distance and the little fragments of the sea beyond, his gaze stretched all the way to the end of the sky and the sea, far away from Talrond, a faint tower reflected in his golden eyes.

His pupils contracted imperceptibly, then shifted his gaze with a slight disgust and resistance.

"Hagere, has anything interesting happened in Tallund lately?"

Hragor immediately replied: "My lord, the Daylight Celebration will begin in three days, along with the Extreme Battlefield Race organized by the Omdal Heavy Industries Group, which has been very popular in the last century. ”

"There's nothing new about the celebration for a long time, it's not interesting," the dragon god snorted softly, "Extreme Battlefield...... Watching the fully transformed young dragon rush into the arena while injecting himself with a synergist, and then sprinkling the entire arena with implant parts and circulating fluid in less than half a day until he was finally carried back into the maintenance point - do you think I'd think it's a funny thing? ”

Hragor lowered his head: "...... It doesn't seem like this entertainment will be popular for long. ”

The blonde woman did not continue the topic, but brought up another thing, seemingly casually: "Talking about interesting things...... In that mortal world across the Eternal Storm, something interesting seems to have happened lately? ”

Hagere's answer seemed to be a breath slower: "...... The affairs of the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my lord. ”

"Not worth my attention?" The blonde woman turned her head slightly, a smile on her face, "Don't you really want me to take a serious 'look' over ......there?" ”

Hellagore bowed his head and repeated again: "The affairs of the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my lord. ”

The blonde woman glanced at her chief priest and said lightly, "Helagor, you don't have to deliberately control your heartbeat, we're just talking, aren't we?" ”

The dragon priest still kept his head down and didn't say a word.

"Boring," the blonde woman whispered, and then turned back to look back at the land of Tallund, her eyes narrowed slightly in the dim light of the sky, "what a bunch of boring children......

……

"I'm telling you, this one is absolutely super fun!!"

In a special laboratory on the outskirts of Cecil, Rebecca grabbed Maggie's arm and shouted with great interest, and then she turned sideways and proudly displayed her recent "research results": "This has taken us a lot of effort!" Although there were no technical problems, in order to tailor the appropriate joints and connecting mechanisms for the creature 'dragon', it really tested everyone's imagination, especially now that the Origin Laboratory is not available for the time being, and we have made a lot of ...... of various models alone."

Cecil's pearl (steel ball) balabala was talking beside him, but Maggie, who was dragged over early in the morning, slowly reacted to what was happening, and the "dragonborn" living in the human world slowly raised his head and looked at the "technological achievements" that Rebecca proudly showed to him, and his eyes were complicated for a while.

In a large shed made of lightweight metal plates and steel skeletons, bright magic crystal lights shine from the ceiling, and where the light converges is a huge device fixed together with chains, hooks, and brackets.

It is composed of several parts, with an imposing form, its main components are a pair of more than ten meters long, made of metal and runes of "wings", the skeleton made of light runes flashes with a slight halo, the structure is rough but strong enough mechanical structure to make it seem to be able to stretch easily, this pair of wings does not seem to be complete, it is more like a "supplementary frame" equipped on the outside of the wings, and in addition to this pair of wings, you can also see some things like rune armor plates and equipment belts, Without exception, they are all exceptionally huge.

Huge enough to serve as armor for dragons.

They are indeed armor for dragons.

Maggie stared at the rugged but inexplicable steel suit, full of Cecil's magical industrial style, and sighed softly for a long time: "You guys really made this thing......

"Actually, it wasn't possible to progress so quickly," Rebecca crossed her arms and proudly looked up at the work created by the technical team she led, while casually explaining to Maggie, "You know, there are standards for project establishment, and in the case of limited time and cost, we must give priority to projects with high mass production value, we only have you, a 'dragonborn', and building a set of equipment specifically for you obviously does not meet the project standards, but-"

Rebecca deliberately lengthened her voice when she said this, but Maggie had already reacted: "...... Because of the diplomatic progress with the Holy Dragon Principality? ”

“…… You can guess it right away, huh? ”

"It's not hard to guess."

"Well, that's exactly why," Rebecca scratched her hair, "The Ancestor seems to want to have a little more leverage when dealing with the Dragonborn, so he approved my application - after all, this is only a by-product of the 'Dragoon' technology, and it is not a big scale in itself. ”

Speaking of which, Rebecca suddenly looked at Maggie, "In your opinion, do you think this thing will be of interest to the Dragonborn?" ”

Maggie raised her head, her gaze fell on the steel wings, as if she was caught up in memories and thoughts, and said slowly, "Many of the young dragonborns are eager to fly, of course they will be interested in this thing, but ...... In the Principality of the Holy Dragon, it is the councillors and elders who have more to say.

"The Principality of the Holy Dragon is a place as stubbornly cold as ice and stone, where the power of 'tradition' and 'taboo' is beyond your imagination, and 'flying' is unfortunately one of the acts that defies taboos. In fact, in my opinion, genetic deformities aren't even the main reason that restricts Dragonborns from taking to the skies - tradition and taboos are.

"So don't blame me for being pessimistic, Your Highness Rebecca, I'm sure that even if a significant number of dragonborn are interested in what you've created, it's unlikely to be an 'official link' between the Holy Dragon Duchy and the Cecil Empire."

Maggie solemnly reminded her, and then saw Rebecca pinching her chin and thinking for a moment, and the whimsical princess slapped her face: "Then it seems that it can only be smuggled!" ”

Maggie: "Are you serious?" ”

"It's just a train of thought, and I think the ancestor will definitely scold me when he hears it, but there is a good chance that he will think the same way after he scolds......" Rebecca said with a big grin, a picture of not being beaten for three consecutive days, and then waved her hand, "It's not important, these things are up to the ancestors and aunts to consider, I'm only in charge of the technology, anyway, in my opinion, as long as it can arouse the interest of some dragonborns, then its value has been achieved." ”

Then she beckoned to Maggie and smiled brightly, "Do you want to try it?" We've done a lot of model testing and lab testing, but it's up to you to try it out yourself. ”

Maggie looked at Rebecca's clean and bright smile, as if she was inexplicably infected, and her mood became brighter.

She smiled and nodded vigorously, "Of course, gladly." But...... Does this thing have a name? ”

"It's called 'Wings of Steel,'" Rebecca said triumphantly, "and I gave it a name—plain, right?" ”