Of course, when Victor asks Winkel for advice, the dragon is sleeping on his treasure, belly exposed. "Your Majesty?" Victor asked, and the dragon snored softly like a cat. For the past week, despite the preparations for war and the Salvin festival by his ministers, Winkel has remained that way. When will he wake up?

Wait, didn't the dragon's last nap last for fifty years?

…

"Your Majesty!" Victor panicked and shouted into the maggot's ear. "Your Majesty!"

"What, minion?" Van Kerr muttered as he woke up.

The minister breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God, you can't sleep for decades!"

"I'm taking a nap," Winkel replied, stretching his neck. And do not thank your little gods. Thank me. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Victor wanted to say this as sarcasm, but he couldn't help but squeeze out a sincere smile. He had long endured Winkel's insane conceit, and now he found it a little funny.

"Hey, minion, why did you wake me up so early?" Are the fairies attacking? Are the dodos extinct again?"

"Not yet." The Prime Minister replied, although he had heard disturbing news that the dodo had an "unexplained" high rate of mutation. Goblina also told him that after their last battle, the Iron Empire had an unusually high incidence of cancer. "I want to talk to Your Majesty. I need advice, and ...... You are my friend and the person I trust the most. ”

"Of course I am." Maggots watched him in silence for a moment, then made a decision. "Let's go to the roof."

"Privacy?"

"Also, in my honor, go see the fireworks." The dragon made a brief pause. "Because there are fireworks saluting me, right?"

"Yes."

Victor knows his dragons too well.

It should be a day of joy. She made the best candy in town and even took her Little Red Riding Hood costume out of the warehouse.

However, Revodang Chocolate is not happy at all.

Everyone was having a great time outside, knocking on the door and asking for candy; Werewolves did the same in previous Sahain festivals, although there was much less diversity back then. But she wasn't in the mood to get involved.

"I'm sorry, Al," Chocolate said, walking away from her window and sitting at the dining table, "I think I'm going to stay at home tonight." ”

"That's good." Her friend wears a black cloak and the fangs of a fake vampire and tries to comfort her. The Treant had planned to disguise herself as a mummy, but after it reminded her of the crushing defeat with the hateful Aknapep, she abandoned the plan. "I'm going to be with you. We can even play my new Boa

ds & co

quest》。 ”

"The one with the troll and werewolf nation?"

"That one".

"Thank you," Chocolate Chocolate replied, reflecting on the pie and candy she had prepared for tonight. She had prepared some for her brother and Sauruse, and planned to see them tomorrow on the Mumuen.

"If you don't want it, we can cast a spell." Allison said suddenly. "Personally, if I were in your situation, I would cast it."

"I don't know, Al," Chocolate replied. She did plan to have a baby one day, and even fantasized about Vic impregnating her. But not now, not in a few years.

Chocolate knows that there are some people who think her wacky behavior is crazy. But she knows that she will be a good mother if she wants to! She'll teach her kids how to hunt demons for food, as well as all the skills they need to survive in the wild! Vic won't abandon her, so she can raise them with him too!

But chocolate is still young and cute. She doesn't need eight months and all the hassle that comes with it.

She just can't make a decision yet.

There was a knock on the door, probably her first guest. "It's coming!" Welcoming the distraction, Chocolate walked over and opened the door.

The thing in the doorway was a tall, lanky, noodle-thin humanoid creature. His body is a wooden scarecrow, except for a pumpkin head that has been ignited by an unnatural flame. The man wore a cloak on his back, a peasant hat on his head, and a blue lantern hanging from his belt. He smells of forest, ash, and candy.

"Prank," the monster held out a hissing bag full of screaming faces, "or a treat?"

"Of course, I have the cake!" Chocolate smiled and gave the guest a piece of pie. "Here you go, I hope you like it."

The strange fellow looked at the piece of meat, took it in one hand, and took a bite. "It's so sweet," he said, swallowing a slice whole. "Jack the Lantern, thank you."

"Are you new here?" Chocolate asked with a smile. "I don't think we've met yet!"

"Jack only goes out once a year on Samhain. Jack doesn't like mortals, but he loves the taste of their sweet tooth. Jack will be back next year for a full cake. ”

"You can eat with us now." Chocolate replied kindly. "I love having dinner with new friends while the cat is still in the oven."

"Can Jack come in?" The guy sounded surprised, as if this was the first time someone had invited him to dinner.

"Of course. Don't you mind ghouls and vampires? My friends Jules and Charlene will also come, but they are very nice. Rollo refused, as he was still busy farming.

"Good. Jack also likes the taste of Manlin. ”

"Then you'll get along just fine!" Just don't ask Charlene what books to recommend. ”

Kia looked at the moon rocket with great satisfaction.

More precisely, it was in Onub that the kobold forced it on. Buzz Jelly followed them, looking at the rocket with awe and nostalgia.

"Today," she began to say to the group of monsters and followers of the Stonewall Order who came to watch the launch, "we gathered to celebrate the departure of Onub, the founder of the Stonewall Order's Mystic Order, as he was 'convinced' to leave the planet forever. ”

"Yes! A Stonewall cultist cheered. "It's time to bring the word Japan to the stars!"

"Go find that green-skinned homeless man!"

His execution would have made him a martyr, but attempts to expose his shady scenes did not work. It's weird; The more they can prove that Oknu is a hoax, the more his followers will believe him.

So, they will make this pest disappear.

"So we can be sure," Kia asked the dwarf engineer who oversaw the launch, and she insisted that she give the order herself. "You're going to send him to a planet at the edge of the solar system?"

"Yes, the rocket can send him wherever he can. This is the safest and most tested rocket we have ever designed. ”

"There's no way he can come back?"

“No.”

"I'll be back!" Oknu shouted. "I'm going to gather a bunch of interracial vagabonds to make a harem, and then form an army-"

Buzz Jelly jumped forward and punched the orc in the face. "Board! It snapped back to its body and commanded. "Bring the sword rocket!"

“But—”

"A sword! For the country!"

The wounded crook seemed ready to argue, but the little slime scared him into silence. Oknou climbed into the rocket, the metal door closing behind him.

"I love that our prophets sometimes need guidance, too," said one orc. "It reminds me of when Oji was suspicious about letting the carriage run over him."

"Yes, everyone is skeptical about going to Japan. He's telling us that everything is fine. ”

Kia kept her mouth shut, glad she had finally gotten rid of the idiot. Ever since she first came to Ofremond, these believers had been harassing her "stone wall hierarchy"; With Ornoub leaving the planet, she hopes the hoax will disappear within a few generations.

Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but hopefully she survived. Even her patron saint, Mithra, has not been able to lift her curse, and she needs any happiness she can find.

"Three......," Kia counted down with a happy smile. Two, one...... Zero!"

With a catastrophic sound, the rocket flew up, and dust was everywhere. Kia covered her face with her hands to protect herself from the smoke, and everyone watched as the carrier grew taller and higher. Bass jelly, in particular, seems to be mesmerized by this spectacle.

The rocket reaches the clouds, prepares to penetrate them, and continues to fly outside the atmosphere. Kia breathed a sigh of relief and was finally free from that hateful annoyance

Prosperity!

The rocket exploded into thousands of fragments during the ascent.

The paladin froze in a shocked silence as she watched the debris fall in flames around the launch site. "Sabotage!" Buzz Jelly shouted. "Sword Break!"

"The invisible bourgeois fairy destroys the rocket!" The short engineer shouted, but the crowd was neither panicked nor commotioned.

In fact, Mu

mu

i

of residents looked very curious. "Do you think we can be blown up by rockets to Japan?" One orc asked the other.

"I'm not sure...... We should try to check it out. ”

Kya looked at the smoke above her head, and while she knew she should be a little sorry, Onub's sudden death made her even happier. It's not very much like Paladin, but she deserves it after she's forced to drink salt water for the rest of her life and agrees to fight in a new century war.

…

"I need a hobby," she said to herself after the dopamine subsided.

Maybe she should give Monster Poker a try?

While he sat on the highest tower of the castle and his retinue rested beside him, Winkel observed the city at night. As usual, at this time of year, Samhai

can cause ghost activity; Ghosts hover in the sky; Swarms of bats congregate around the building; Werewolves, vampires and other creatures parade through the streets.

The place is just a dirty farm, and it feels like a lifetime.

"We're late!" When they saw a rocket explode on the ground, Van Klell complained.

"No, it's just a test," Manlin Victor said, even though he sounded very happy with himself. "But the view is good."

"It doesn't paint the sky," Winkel noted. "I want to turn these blacks into gold and red."

"Wait another five minutes, Your Majesty."

Van Kerr muttered impatiently as he realized he could sleep a little longer. "What do you want to say to me, Manlin Victor?"

"I'm going to have a baby."

The dragon immediately removed his head from the rocket and turned to his chief of staff. "About time!" Vai

queu

Joy. "Minions, if you continue like this, I think I'll have to raise you with my own hands at the breathing point!"

"I am grateful that Your Majesty trusted me to do this on my own."

"How many? The dragon asked for more details. "I hope you haven't had a baby with a Knight Kia, right?" You're so good to her. ”

"No, I haven't had a baby with her," Manlin Victor replied, before adding in surprise. "But apparently I have at least sixteen children to have."

Sixteen?" Is that all?"

His minions don't understand. "Is that all?"

"You'll have to do some more," Winkel ordered his precious servant. "We're at war, minion. My army needs at least three hundred good minions. Go back to work. ”

"Your Majesty, I ......," his servant struggled to say the next word, "I am not comfortable with any of this, let alone eat more." ”

"Why?" Winkel asked, confused. Isn't breeding the second reason for his existence after becoming the dragon's chief of staff? So why does he sound so... Frail?

"I don't think I'm going to be a father," Manlin Victor explained.

"Minions, I kind of understand that this can be a daunting task considering your obligations to me. While many rich monsters have tried to woo me, I've never been interested in spawning myself. They are a bottomless pool of money. But you are my minister, and your children will be well taken care of. ”

That is, they always got food and a servant job.

"I have assets, connections, and a lot of magic," Manlin Victor replied. "Although His Majesty only allowed me to keep a tenth of my income, I knew I could feed them. But I don't want to just make a breathing wallet yet......"

"Friend Victor." Winkel interrupted him. "How do you feel about that?"

His ministers remained silent, trying to figure out what they thought.

"I'm scared," Manlene Victor admitted. "I'm scared because I know myself. I'm not the material for the best father of the year. I'm bisexual, always on the move, and completely unable to remain faithful to a woman. It's like getting a job that I know I'm not a good fit for, but I have to do it anyway! I was scared because I never planned it and it landed on my lap without warning!"

Winkel turned away from his friend and pointed at Mervyn. "Minions, look at this. Look at this place we have created. ”

His servant did so, though he did not grasp his master's intentions.

"Now, do you remember why I came here in the first place?" Vai

queu

Asked.

"His Majesty wants a bigger cave to store his gold."

"That's right. I never wanted to rule an empire where the sun never sets, but that's it. None of this is what I want, but I still love ruling this beautiful Minion utopia. ”

"Your Majesty means that even if I never intended to have children, I will slowly love them?"

"I know, minion." Wacker nodded.

His man spirit didn't seem to believe it, so the dragon elaborated further. "Minions, children are like treasures in your treasury. You may have started collecting treasure because of your love for gold, but it is your responsibility to care for and protect all forms of your personal wealth. Sometimes you feel like the treasure sent by a suicidal person doesn't meet your standards, or you don't know how to clean that platinum statue, but you have to take care of them anyway. ”

"Your Majesty's analogy confuses me a little, but I think I understand the lesson." "I have a responsibility to take care of my children, and even though I may not be the father they need, I should at least do the best I can?" Does it make me like it?"

Vai

queu

Nodding. "Take care of your treasures, all"

Manling Victor's sad face turned into a smile. "It's deep."

"I know. I rarely share my dragon's wisdom with you, because you're almost a perfect Minion already. ”

"Your Majesty is the best friend a man of mine could ask for."

"Who else?" Winkel asked rhetorically. "Don't worry about the future now and enjoy the present."

Because his minions finally decided to set off fireworks. Both V&V members looked up at the sky as exploding rockets shot colorful smoke and lights in the darkness. Winkel and Victor watched the celebration in joyful silence throughout the night, until the dragon broke it.

"Not even a fairy will take this place from me, friend Victor."

"On this matter, Your Majesty." Manlin Victor said sadly. "Are we really going to kill them all?"

"What do you mean, minion?"

"If they have a soul and feelings now...... Is endless war the only way out?"

On a distant island, off the coast of the New World, a group of winged women toiled in a land full of ashes.

They have been working for weeks, months, to dig out their buried owners. Their resolve never wavered, especially after finding the missing members. As they struck the volcanic stone with their spears, a woman named Sigren gave a command ordering the ghost to remove the debris.

At last the earth trembled, and they formed a circle.

A powerful hand appeared among them, brandishing a lightning gun.

Thunder resounded over the sea.

Earth, Baltic Sea.

There was blood in the water tonight, which brought a smile to his face.

The man's world is a scary place for people like Merlin. He could feel the magic that was holding him slipping away, and even on this side, the system wasn't working. The Pied Piper is still strong, but some of his perks refuse to activate. How strange.

"It's okay," he thought to himself, glancing at the human corpse swept away by the waves. The golem who carried out the massacre stood on the bridge of a metal car, floating on the water; Giant steel whales, used by apes to spy on and exterminate each other.

The rift in space they once used to cross the borders of the world is still open, big enough for an army to pass through. His sister Odeus waited on the other side, using ancient fairy magic to keep it open for the next few hours. Enough to transfer this whale to Outremond.

What do the monkeys call it?

A Typhoon-class nuclear submarine.

"Interesting." The mummy Aknapep, an envoy sent by Sabra to his former "allies", examines the holes in the metal whale skin. "Pretty."

"Indeed," said Mel Lin, peeking into the hole to see the great arrows inside. "Think about it, they put them in the warehouse to collect dust."

If the apes did not want to use their own weapons, the ancestors would happily requisition them. Armed with the knowledge that the Apple knew how to operate the arrows, they could equip his sister's Chrom Crooge and burn all their enemies to death.

Dragon's Farm bore the brunt.

"Lord Sabra is asking for revenge," Aknappep said. "But this is the moment I've been waiting for."

"Huh?" Lin asked, a little curious.

"I said I wouldn't wake up until the end of the world...... But I like to wake up early. ”