Half a month later, as David expected, the red-robed mage who regularly came to the Bedouin barbarian tribe to buy 'old magic items, old components, and old ancient books' was attracted by this floating city that appeared out of thin air in the Annalok Desert, or more precisely, by the Serre Red Robe Mage Society.

The movement caused by the arrival of the 'Yin Soul City' was too great, and it was directly detected by the red-robed mage guild on the other side of the continent.

And there is no doubt that this red robe, who has been stationed on the edge of the Annalok Desert for a long time, is the closest.

So this red robe named Davao didn't even have time to buy the wreckage of Nether, so he rushed over, and then was arrested by David and the others without the slightest suspense.

As a cautious red-robed mage, it is naturally impossible to easily expose himself to unknown dangers, but his existence has long been betrayed by Bedouin barbarians, who are eager to curry favor with their new masters.

When Davy, the red dragon, was captured into the city and tied to a similar 'dissecting table', Davao's heart was broken.

It's as if you're back when you're an apprentice in a red robe, and you've been randomly selected by your instructor to be one of the lucky ones, and then you've become a prop for lectures and experiments in this class.

But in the hands of the mentor, as long as you are clever enough and the mentor thinks it is worth cultivating, at least it is not so easy to hang up on the spot.

But now, he's in the hands of a group of notorious 'Nethers'!

You must know that these crazy people have been running into space through magic ships thousands of years ago, and even went to the legendary Celestial Yuman Dock, where they were "restricted from entry" because of their unscrupulous abduction of 'aliens', and finally rejected the follow-up strategy of the Grand Arcanist Oberon to continue space development because the return on investment in space was too low.

When Dalonas, the old devil who played the role of Xia Duo, the lord of the Ghost City, heard the news, and with a curious and serious face, he used a scalpel to disassemble his scalp covered with black and green from the skull, the red-robed mage finally couldn't hold back, and said with tears in his eyes that as long as he spared him, he was willing to turn his back on the red-robed mage association and be a lackey loyal to the 'Ghost City'.

Under the pressure of this kind of psychological shadow, David quickly got what he wanted to know from the mouth of the red-robed man, but it was a little different from what he expected.

Although the history of this slave country can be traced back to 1,000 years ago in the valley calendar, that is, at the end of the Nethrel Empire, at that time, the Red Robe Mage Guild had not yet been established, and what they used was not so much magic as witchcraft.

Even if it was a smash in the valley of Netheril's Floating City in -339, they didn't even know about it in the far east, that is, as the saying goes, you can't catch a hot bite of anything you eat.

And the one who was active near Analok at that time was the Elf of Ilfarn.

Later, after Nether rose with the help of their magic and the Nether Scroll, these elves established Mistronor in Comanso in the east, but it was developed for nearly 3,000 years and has been tepid, until more than 500 years after the fall of Netheril, that is, in the year of the 261st year of the Valley Calendar, the year of the ascension, Iltargrim began to organize the elven mages to make the Lost Lock, which was also the beginning of the Golden Age of Mistron.

Legend has it that this lock, which could protect and hide the entire city-state, worked for more than four centuries until 714, when the 'Army of Darkness' led by the Three Demons fell and began a large-scale migration to the overseas island of Eiju.

Hearing this, David and Dragon Daddy Artilicia looked at each other, where could they not understand the truth.

The remnants of the Mithron Core in Netheril's remains were definitely removed by the group of Ilfarn elves, and most of them were relatively intact, restored by the elves, and used to power the Mistrono Lock.

Even if they hadn't been destroyed in that war, most of them would have been brought back to the overseas island of Eternal Gathering by the elves during the Great Retreat.

Mither can be nuclear, most of the time it's out of play.

It's impossible to go to the High Elves' lair Eternal Gathering Island to get the Mith Energy Core, right?

Even if there is a retention, David doesn't think that it is possible to get this kind of thing from the legendary Yongju Island with only half a bucket of water on his own, and it is very likely that he will be shocked by this.

In the following half month, they successively caught several spies from the surrounding forces such as the Santarin Society, the Silver Moon Federation, and Zokara, and this was confirmed by the information obtained from their interrogation.

Just when the dragons, including the dragon father Artilisia, thought that David would put this plan on hold for the time being, but Davy kicked open the door of the old devil Dalonas again in the middle of the night.

Before the old devil, who was playing with and studying Nether's 'antiques', could say no, David, who had recently collected some astronomical observations, said directly:

"Didn't I ask you to fight, help me figure out a track, and by the way, help me design an acceleration device that can automatically drain magic energy? The motivation is not demanding, but it needs to be able to work consistently and consistently. ”

The old devil took the information, and sure enough, it was all about the killing star:

"Oh, are you still going to use my soul engine?"

"I don't have so many souls to burn, and I use the magic energy in my blood or air as energy, is there a way?"

The old devil Dalonas was finally a little surprised:

"You're preparing"

That's right, since he is destined to not get the Miser energy core, and the plan to climb the technology in a short period of time has come to naught, David can only use the stupidest and most intuitive method, and immediately grinned:

"I'm going to launch myself into outer space."

By the time the Killing Star descends on Faerun, the daylily will be cold, too passive.

“.” Dalonas always felt that the red dragon in front of him was forced by the pressure of the dragon queen's mission, and began to go crazy.

Even if he is a devil, he knows that space is not an astral plane, and it is not a place where all creatures can live.

"You just said you can't do it, right?" David always felt that the other party's gaze was like looking at a white dragon.

Dalonas is too lazy to care so much, anyway, the guy in front of him is also a soul projection, and when he turns around and 'dies', he will always use another body to see him again.

The old devil smacked his lips and said:

"If you just absorb magic energy to speed up, there is a ready-made solution."

"Huh?" David said in his heart, is this old ghost really a genius, and he has a 'new invention' in less than a month after coming to Faerun?

The old devil Dalonas hooked his finger in the shadows, and saw that the red-robed mage who had been completely 'tamed' by Dalonas at his signal took off his tattooed scalp, which was picked up by Dalonas and handed it to David:

"It can be done."

"That's it?" David said to himself, "Are you going to get me a tattoo too?"

It turned out to be true, the old devil patiently explained:

"Don't underestimate this kind of tattoo, it's a kind of magic rune use, relatively primitive, but effective enough, as far as I know, you dragons have a [carved skin dragon] promotion class. Although I don't know where the rune tattoos of these red-robed mages come from, and whether they have an inheritance relationship with the Nether civilization, but this piece in your hand alone already has the five major functions of [Spell Storage], [Magic Protection], [Magic Communication], [Magic Energy Extraction] and [Teleportation], among which the [Magic Energy Extraction] can make more efficient use of your own and even the magic energy from the surrounding environment, although it can't be used for dead things, but for you, isn't it exactly what you need? ”

"Then bring me one." David immediately did not hesitate.

"I'll need a month, after all, you're a dragon, and I'll have to design it for your size."

The old devil said and raised the 'Killing King' information in his hand:

"And calculating it, it also takes time."

A month later, on the tower of the Shadow City, when he saw the old devil Dalonas personally 'carving the skin' to David, he immediately attracted the attention of the 'Nethers' in the city.

In the inertia of their memories, it seems that this is probably another great attempt by the Archon of Chardo.

Hearing the news, Artilisia tried to dissuade her, but opened her mouth but didn't know how to speak.

After all, in the eyes of this old father of the silver dragon, it has been clear that there are at least two gods on the planet of Killing Kings, even if they are not physical, they are gods.

Who can guarantee that the soul projected under the gaze of the gods will be safe and sound?

And most importantly, fly directly into space in flesh and blood.?

Is this something that a dragon could possibly do?

Suddenly I thought of David's strange ability to be like a fish in water underground, maybe his son could really do it?

David opened his eyes, looked at Daddy Long, who looked a little anxious, and immediately smiled and said with relief:

"Don't worry, the real me is still lying on the sixth layer of Bato's hell, even if the elven god really finds out? Could it be that you can still follow the projection to track down to the territory of the Lord of the Nine Hells?

"Besides, the leader of this plan is the five-colored dragon queen, you can't trust Tiamat, can't you still trust my mother?"

[Arrogance]

Hearing David say that, Artilisia felt that this was indeed the case.

Even Tampas, the god of war who is as powerful as a god, would not dare to fight Tiamat and the others directly in the Bato Hell, and it seems that the elven god system may not be able to do anything with David.

The most important thing is that David played the role of a front-line 'sentinel' in this incident, who has ever seen a sentry rush directly to the enemy's hinterland headquarters in order to hunt down a sentry?

"There's still plenty of time, can't you think of anything else?" Artilisia could only instinctively dissuade him.

David shook his head:

"The deviation between the original plan and the actual situation is too large, and in the case of determining that it is impossible to obtain the Miser energy core, this is the most guaranteed way."

Artilisia, of course, understands this.

In David's opinion, even if luck blows up and the souls of Nether 'recall' the method of making the Mither core, they will not be able to create it in just a few decades.

Because these magical research results are never achieved overnight, but require the support of a series of preliminary studies and even an entire magical industry system.

In the blue star, it is like the human beings suddenly 'unearthed' the 'alien blueprints' of the nuclear fusion engine, and it is also difficult to get it out in a short time, even if the model happens to be a tokamak toroid, the discovery and even mass production of suitable superconducting materials are enough to toss for decades.

Artilisia, who also wanted to understand this, knew that David was already determined to complete this task, patted David's chest, sighed a little dejectedly, and did not dissuade him more.

He wanted to replace him, but he didn't have David's ability to 'take it for granted'.

David, whose projection shell was receiving a tattoo carving, took out the comet trajectory diagram of 'Killing King' deduced by the old devil Dalonas and handed it to the other party:

"Thirty-two years, if the orbit of Dalonas is correct, I will meet Killing King in thirty-two years."

"So long?" Even if it had been expected, Artilisia still felt a little emotional.

Thirty-two years, counting the time, his son David Yutos has just entered his youth.

But I grew up in this way.

"yes, so you might as well take Tanya back to Bato Hell first.

"The five-colored dragon queen's side has already agreed to your potion military supply deal, you go back to Aphernas and go directly to the dragon queen's vassal Ephilomon.

"As for me, don't worry too much, it's just a matter of sleep."

Artilicia listened to it but was inexplicably distressed.

In his cognition, how could it be a simple sleep.

With their current rudimentary technology, David might have to correct his course every few years according to the bearing of Slayer so that he wouldn't deviate in the empty void, and he might have to endure the torment of loneliness and loneliness.

As soon as he thought of this, the empathetic Dragon Father almost cried, if only he were stronger.

'What a piece of shit!' ’

With the old devil Dalonas's 'carving' work and commissioning confirmed.

"Poof!" The glyphs on the scales of David's entire body gradually lit up, and his wings spewed dazzling flames at the same time with the 'Heavenly Comet Engine' that had accumulated [Slaanesh] to six, and then flew towards the sky and towards the unknown sea of stars under the gaze of the 30,000 'Nether Dead' in the city.

At that moment, in the minds of many people, it seemed that the picture of their Great Arcanist of Nether riding on a rudimentary magical component for the first time and manned spaceflight appeared in the minds of many people.

In the crowd, the pupils of a young man who came out to 'fetch tap water' suddenly lit up, and he said to himself in some confusion:

"Why don't you just use the magic ship?"

"Huh, magic ship?"

"Why would I know about such a thing?"

At the same time, in the stratosphere, the speed of the accumulation is far less than that of the rocket that was captured by the gravity well of the planet Torrell, and is moving higher through advanced teleportation, while constantly telling himself that this is in the sea.

The sea of stars is also the sea, isn't it?

[Might—Arrogance]

Recommend the new book of the old author of Ben Longwen: "Bronze Dragon: The Tyrant's Road to Conquest"

"Don't let the bronze dragons who pursue absolute order become rulers, their disgust with chaos will make them tyrants a thousand times more terrifying than the dragons, and in order to maintain the order they believe in, they don't even mind using the slaughter of cities, or even the extermination of a race, to maintain their rule."

—The Sage, Friedrich Quinn

Whoever dares to disobey My command will be destroyed!

- Overlord of the Seven Seas, Lord of the Races of the Deep, Shadow of the Scourge soaring over the coastal nations, Immortal Tyrant, Tyrell Aurelian Nazdom

(End of chapter)