"I am surprised that His Majesty wants to join me in this operation." Manlin Victor said, taking his master to a valley near Murrin. "I thought you thought you thought about ruling the minions."

"The evil Fuliben is back, friend Victor." Winkel reminded his faithful companion. "My empire is no longer safe. We must remain vigilant and prepare for the dark times ahead. ”

There was still an order to deal with, but with Furibon on the run, Winkel decided to suspend his revenge. The imprisonment of the Dark Lich only makes him more cruel and painful, and there is no doubt that he will avenge his shameful defeat.

And the Emperor will be ready to defend his treasure again. "When I trust you to do this, I will now manage my empire in my personal interest, building a defense against invaders. I'm going to order my minions to build me an arena. ”

"Arena?"

"A great, shining arena where my subjects can sprinkle gold on me every week!"

The dragon and his minions watched over the valley, or rather, the crater that Wankel had created by throwing the Iron Eagle there. The dwarves took over the area and turned it into an open scrapyard to clean up the ship's wreckage while building a forge and workshop nearby. They also created strange metal structures that dragons couldn't recognize.

Even more surprising is the fact that his eccentric guests have already begun to rebuild the Eagle, stow its wings and polish its cannons.

Mabro, the leader of the dwarfs, was waiting for them next to two bodyguards. "Emperor Wankel, Minister of Victor!" He saluted them when they landed beside him. "Welcome! You're coming back triumphant!"

"Hi, Marblo," replied Victor on behalf of himself and his master.

"First of all, let me congratulate you on exporting the revolution abroad." The elf said, and Van Kerr puffed out his chest. "You killed an elven-imperialist twice and crushed a counter-revolution initiated by an elf."

"Yes, yes, you're too nice," Winkel replied. But now is not the time to praise. Now is the time to act! We're at war!"

"Have you seen the head of the golem?" Manlin Victor asked, who had underestimated Frebon's threat and had chosen the tin can, much to his owner's annoyance.

Manlin Victor insisted on bringing the Golem back for the dwarves to supervise, but it proved too boring for Winkel to take with him and the loot bag. The dragon decided to take its head and some gears and throw the rest into the sea.

"It's one of the most fascinating techniques I've ever seen," the gnome replied. "I admit to the craftsmanship of the former Magmer, but the core mechanics look similar to Eagle's. Our engineers were just starting to work on the machine, and it would take weeks to take it apart. ”

"It is clear that the fairies orchestrated this whole operation with the aim of freeing the evil Furiben from the seal," Winkel said. "We have to be ready for his return, which means strengthening our military forces."

"Your Majesty, I believe that these two things are not connected-"

"Manlin Victor, you are my advisor, but I have won all wars." Winkel interrupted him. "Didn't you see this great conspiracy to remove me from power?" What's going on with all this?"

"Your enemy is the enemy of the egalitarian revolution, and you can trust us to support you." Mablo nodded, and the gnome saw the bigger picture. "We will provide you with our strength and expertise."

"Then show me."

The gnome ambassador waved his hand at the Iron Eagle. "As you can see, we've analyzed this elven weapon, and in two weeks, it'll be working again. There is no doubt that it will become the military backbone of your country, enabling you to cross the oceans and export the revolution to the whole world. ”

Van Kerr remembered something. "Minions, evil Furybon, he is evil and must be destroyed again, he says his magic is hidden on another continent. If the seal can't imprison him, we must find his soul and destroy him forever. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, but since Atlantis still existed in Ofremond, there have been eight continents. Are you really going to explore all the places?"

"I will spare no effort to destroy the Lich." Winkel nodded firmly and ordered. "I want this machine to be painted gold and equipped with minions. It will no longer be called an iron eagle, but a piggy bank. ”

His piggy bank.

"Your Majesty, I didn't want to say that, but ......" Manlin Victor racked his brains to say something, but the dwarves were expressionless. The name is not ...... Not very good. ”

"I'm a dragon," Winkel replied. "It's going to be called a piggy bank."

Friend Victor made a strange noise. "Why not Flying Gold?"

"That sounds too imperialist," Mabrod retorted.

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replied. "Manling Victor, leave the name to me and focus on the progress of our class. There is no doubt that our enemy has learned his lesson, and the tricks we used to bring him down will no longer work. I hope you will further study ways to strengthen us. ”

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Let his minions handle the discussions, checking his new traits.

Congratulations! As a result of passing your [coronal] Pe

K and [Gladiator] levels meet the entry requirements, and you can convert some of your ranks into promoted classes! Stats don't matter, but abilities do.

You can combine [Gladiator] and [Emperor] into [Augustus], or [Gladiator] and [Witch Hunter] into [Hand of God].

Augustus: A charismatic emperor who ruled by incredible charisma, bread, and circuses. Specialties: Unhanded, all melee weapons, and leadership. The main growth of strength, skill, charisma and luck. Benefits Affected: Noble Duty.

[Hand of God]: A melee warrior who gives his fists a magical effect and can take down mages. Specialties: Freehand, Anti-Magic, Status Sickness, and Self Buff. The main growth of strength, skill, vitality and agility. Affected Abilities: Witch Burn, Hunter Determination, Exorcism.

"Augustus!" Van Kle made a decision immediately. (Witch Hunter) fought against the evil Fu in the past

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, of course, combining his two favorite professions will only have good results.

Select Sign Up! Your [Gladiator] and [Emperor] ranks are converted to [Augustus] ranks. [Gladiator] and [Emperor] are no longer accessible.

[Noblesse Oblige] was replaced by [Ki

g of Games].

[King of the Game]: When you face a level in a game or similar situation, you gain a stat bonus equal to your Charisma divided by 4.

Of course, he can win any tournament he plays. However, his boundless charisma was recognized, which made him shine in the limelight.

"We've begun working with your troll blacksmiths to smelt weapons for your armed forces." The dwarves announced, bringing Winkel back to reality.

"We should be prepared for any external attack, but I can't say ready for infiltration," Manlin Victor said, before turning to his master. "Is Your Majesty satisfied with the work of the dwarfs?"

"Almost," Winkel replied. "Marbro, the dwarf, my kind has once again proved that they are superior to all beings, and they have done their job without me being honest and richly rewarded. For the sake of my treasure, I must now turn my sights to a new frontier in search of gold mines in the sky. ”

“Moooooooo

?”

"Moon, yes."

"Thank you, gods, Your Majesty is right." "And that's God's real mission."

"God is the people's drug dealer," Mablos replied with a straight face. "You're going to grow up."

"I could fly to the moon, but I would burn too much fat, and I would be skinny and hungry," Winkel said. "I had to eat every cow I saw and hibernate so that my treasure would be left unattended. From now on, Marbro, the dwarf, find a way to send me to the moon without any effort on my part. ”

"How can Your Majesty fly to the moon without breathing air?" Victor asked a stupid question.

"Manlin Victor, I breathe fire, not air." Van Kerr rolled his eyes at the stupidity. "We've shared so much together, how can you forget?"

"That's right, that's a stupid remark," replied Manlene Victor blandly.

"Indeed, this is not very much like you."

"Your Excellency, may I ask why you say that there is no air in space?" The dwarf asked.

"Because no," replied Manlin Victor. "My kind, or rather, my home planet, has managed to send people into space. It's a huge, dark, empty space. ”

"Then ......," Marblo thought about for a moment. This makes our war with the sun much more difficult than expected. ”

"And there is no air on the moon...... I think. Manlin Victor paused. I remembered, maybe I should have asked Tur Gaza. But I'm 99 percent sure that there is neither air nor gravity in space. ”

"I should have known that the cowardly sun would build a fortress between justice and him." "The Moon Beasts, loved by the Lunarians, have the special ability of interstellar teleportation, but they can't take anyone with them. But luckily, we may have a solution. Rocket. ”

"Rockets?" Winkel and Victor asked at the same time.

In response, Marblo led them to a larger, half-built Wind Spear, with which Morey attempted to kill Winkel.

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"What's the matter, Minister Victor?"

"That's a primitive missile, not a rocket."

"Does it make a difference?" Winkel asked curiously.

"This is a larger replica of the Wind Spear that Moore used against us!" It's a weapon, not a teleporter!"

"Our Sunkillers were built purely for non-threatening purposes." The dwarf replied blandly. "We have absolutely no intention of attacking anyone with it."

"There's a bomb on this thing!" Manling Victor protested. "I can smell gunpowder from there!"

"Bombs are people, too, Lord Victor. It's true that they reacted to imperialist aggression by blowing themselves up into the sky, but who's to say they should be forbidden to board rockets-"

"Missiles".

"Of course, everyone should be allowed to travel, even the bombs. I can assure you that our rockets have never exploded in the past. ”

"Wait...... While we were away, I received a complaint about the earthquake. "You did that?"

"Our rocket did not explode. It was sabotaged by elven bourgeois infiltrators before fleeing, because they were afraid of revolution. ”

"Fuliben." Wacker conjecture. "He's already working among us!"

"All right," Manling Victor said in a strange tone.

"As you point out, if we manage to send a man into space, it must survive in a vacuum," Marbury insisted. "The bomb is small, and it doesn't breathe."

"What does size have to do with that?" Winkel asked with a wry face.

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"Our device needs an extremely rare gravitational power stone to propel itself through the clouds," he replied. "The heavier the weight, the more stones are needed. We can't afford to waste any resources, so the prototype should be able to carry small passengers and then make a model for His Majesty. Unfortunately, so far none of our test pilots have passed the tests. This slows progress. ”

"Yes, speed hurts," Victor said, "and there were several victims in the domestic space race, and although we didn't have magic, we were far ahead of this world in terms of technology." ”

"It will take years, if not decades, to build a rocket that can reach the moon, but if we have pilots who can survive test flights, it will be much faster," Marbury said, "We need a test subject that is very resistant to physical damage, does not need to breathe, and is small enough to fit in a very narrow space." This creature doesn't rain—"

Van Kkel's eyes widened. "Minions, they have!"

"Baby?"

"Send to the moon," Victor replied to his pet. In his opinion, that sentence sounded much better.

After the entire Jelly Rain fiasco, Victor turned one of the farms into a makeshift shelter, and James Jr. turned it into a new lair. While Aknapep had suggested distributing cats to control the population, Mu

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of residents chose to eat jellyfish. Slimes have become popular pets, and those who want to adopt one must first gain the trust of Little James before they can take it home. Vic counted, and thousands of critters from behind the fence looked at Winkel in awe.

"The sky of the moon?" Junier pointed to the clouds.

"Yes, the planet." Winkel muttered to himself in the conversation.

"No!" Ju

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Moving between Wankel and the fence, hissing in reply. "Kid!"

"Well, I don't want to lie, the gnome's device looks inferior." Victor admitted. But I want Barnabas to help me. We will make sure that our testers are as safe as possible. ”

"Minions, don't quarrel with your pets, it's ridiculous." Winkel interjected, and the dragon turned to little James. "I understand that you want to protect your offspring, but it's for my good."

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The words seemed a little hesitant, but still did not waver. "Danger!"

While Winkel looked down at the imitator in exasperation, Victor's mind was frantically searching for a peaceful solution lest the dragon would eat his own pet as a provocation. Fortunately, their argument was interrupted by the sound of a large group of people approaching them.

As soon as Victor recognized the newcomer, he held back a painful sigh.

"Prophet, we have heard of your divine mission to offer our help!" The cult of the Moonmen has gathered, from squid priests to the lowest members. To make matters worse, their numbers were increasing, and followers of the gods from all over the Northwest Wind Continent had come to Mu

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and follow in the footsteps of their prophets. "We will all give our hands to create the glorious ark!"

"Thanks, guys, but it's a very delicate thing," Victor said, trying to calm them down. They had become relatively harmless since he had laid them the rules to follow, but their enthusiasm scared him a little. "We're figuring out a way—"

"I offer my children!" A squid-like humanoid gives Victor a slimy tadpole. "He's soaking wet and ready for sacrifice!"

Another believer replied, "Sacrifices are forbidden!" Learn the right doctrine!"

"I'd love to have my jelly pet finky as my go-of-the-clime!" A werewolf gives Victor a pink slime that slips through his fingers. "Please bless him!"

"Kill me if you need to!" A werewolf almost pounced at his feet. "I am ready to sacrifice so that my children can reach the Promised Land!"

"I'll go first!" The believers almost began to push each other.

"Friend Victor, it's great that you've found such a zealous servant," Winkel said gratefully, "I'm so proud of you. ”

Victor closed his eyes and sighed. He began to wonder if he should treat them the way the Old Testament did; Many prophets were not as patient with this madness as he was.

No, seriously, how could this madness end well?

"Moon!"

A cute, kitten-like voice came, and Victor glanced at its source; The believers quieted down and imitated him.

A blue jelly with two large yellow eyes jumped onto the fence. "Moon! As it spoke, it jumped at Victor's feet. "Moon!"

"Danger!" Juniel shouted at Jelly in a disapproving voice.

"Adventure!"

"Young!"

"Stars! Dreams!"

"Family!"

Victor watched as little James and Jelly fiercely argued over a word, unable to fully grasp the gist of it. From a distance, it really does look like he once discussed with his parents, giving up on becoming a professional Youtuber

The stupid dream of going to college.

"Moon Moon!" Still, this slimy guy is better at retorting than Victor. "Sword Rocket!"

"Sword rockets?" The argument took Juniel by surprise, and his chest turned to Victor. "Sword rockets?"

What's wrong? What did he miss?" It's, well, that's a definite affirmation. "Wait, how does it know? Did the mucus see the test?

"Sword Rocket...... "Juniel turned to his adopted son, "Moon?"

"Moon," Jelly replied firmly with her cute little eyes.

"Come back," Junior pleaded. "Alive".

"The sword is still alive." Jelly replied in a cordial, affectionate tone. Ju

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It patted it on the head, then it turned to Victo

"Moon?"

"Uh......" At this point, Victor has given up all hope of understanding. Yes, you will go to the moon. One day. Maybe. ”

Even with magic, their "space program" could take years, even decades, to get there, but in Vai

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and with the unwavering support of one God, they must eventually succeed.

"Moon!"

"The chosen jelly will take us to the moon!" The devotees cheered for the jelly and began to pray to their God. "Lä moon man, 'ayak 'vulgtmm, vulugtlagl

vulgtmm!”

Congratulations! Thanks to your encouragement, Buzz Jelly is in [Stuntman]!

“Mooooo

......" blue slime stared longingly at the sky.