"Minions! Minions!"

With a frown, dark circles under her eyes, she opened the door to face a large group of thirsty dragons.

Even though she lives with Rollo on a farm on the outskirts of the city, the entire area is crowded with all kinds of dragons, from the newly awakened true dragon to the talking wyvern. Most of the newcomers slept in Mu

mu

i

Below the countryside, only in Vai

queu

The secret meeting began to sing their terrible music only when it appeared.

Surprisingly, the capital of the V&V empire received the arrival of hundreds, if not thousands, of new dragons relatively well. Allison herself was used to these crazy things, and she put enough meat aside for the hungry crowd to satisfy for a while.

"Minion", a blue wingless maggot, which Allison recognizes as a serpentine [Linom], looks down arrogantly at the dryad. This guy wasn't as big as Winkel, but he could swallow the priestess whole if he wanted to. "Where are the dwarves?"

"What do you say? The dryant repeated, struggling to stay awake. The noise coming from their secret meeting, which could be heard all the way, ruined her night. It's hard to fall asleep when you hear dragons arguing about whether elven food should be banned or not.

And that damn hoarding song! Even now, Vai

queu

And his compatriots are still humming the song, and their enthusiasm will make the super-capitalists blush. It would have been tolerable, but it turned out that the entire dragon clan was deaf!

"We know you have a dwarven cellar." A wyvern screamed, licking its fangs. "We can smell it."

"If you hide the dwarf in the basement, hand it over immediately." Linom commanded arrogantly.

"Why do you need dwarves, I thought they had souls?" Allison replied dryly.

"I don't have wings!" Linom roared. "I refuse to swim across the ocean without getting drunk first!" It was so cold and the salt stained my scales!"

"Yes, you inferior minions cannot comprehend our suffering and the burden of world domination! A purple dragon as big as Julie complained.

"When I'm awake, every worthy dragon has a dwarven cellar! Another li

o

M complained. "You've been dormant for six centuries – six centuries – and everyone has lowered their cultural standards!"

"There are no dwarves in my basement." Allison lied. "We don't have a dwarven cellar, and when you start waking up, all the Agarthans have fled underground."

"Then why do you have the smell of them all over your walls?" The blue Linnom hummed in the air, like a hound chasing a rabbit.

"I am the priestess of Silbele, the goddess of pleasure," the fairy explained, although she hated using these stereotypes. "I'm organizing a carnival of minions in the basement. Among them are the dwarves, who leave a lasting scent. ”

"Oh, you're a Minion breeder?" Linom immediately changed his tone. "You do stink......"

"Isn't there a dwarven cellar in this Minion City?" The talking pterosaur grumbled. "Old maggot, we woke up in the wilderness!"

"If you need to get rid of an extra dwarf baby, give us a call," Linom said. "In times of food shortage, we eat whatever we can."

"Of course," Allison replied with a smirk, closing the door while the reptiles went to harass another house. Once it was certain that they were gone, the dryad walked up the stairs that led to the basement. Dozens of dwarves and ex-jacks hid in the dark, waiting for the storm to end.

"Are they gone?" Marbury asked worriedly, while his compatriots dug a tunnel and prepared to flee back to their homeland.

"Now," Allison reassured them. It's the fifth group for today, but luckily, no living dragon has a damn skill attribute.

"The Agarthans owe you so much." Mablo said, placing one hand on his chest. "The egalitarian revolution will not forget your contributions, Comrade Allison."

"Thank you. Do you need anything? I'm afraid they're going to have to stay here for a while. ”

"Are there any cats?" Jack asked frankly. "Jack is hungry!"

With a cup of coffee in his hand and a whistle, Forriben stepped out of the dungeon base to embrace the morning sun. Since his base occupies most of the mountain and overlooks the Hawley Forest, the entrance is located at the top of the mountain, allowing him to enjoy views of the incredible western ocean.

The lich sits on a chaise longue, facing the sun, while sipping a drink. It's not that he can actually taste it as an undead; Fu

ibo

Coffee is mainly drunk to blacken the remaining teeth and better scare the child. The vague sensation of a warm liquid running down his guts was a small pleasure for him, except to annoy others.

However, his calm morning ritual was interrupted by background noise.

"Oh, my shiny!" So shiny, my shiny!"

The song came from the east, a terrible sound straight from the depths of hell.

"What is this?" The lich muttered to himself, and the flying figure appeared on the horizon, returning to the source with the song.

A second later, a group of dragons flew over the mountain.

Hundreds of greedy lizards let out a maddening, shrill roar above the lich's dwelling. Dragons, Wyverns, and Zmi, a group of animals that are so numerous that they cover the sky, sing this terrible tune.

For a moment, the lich simply observed the scene in a terrible silence, his hands trembling around his "misunderstood genius" coffee cup. Then, a pterodactyl let out a dove-like call, and a disgusting white substance landed on the left side of Fulburn's chaise longue.

Some droppings landed on the lich's sleeve.

“Sa

at !” Furiben turned his head and shouted at the entrance to the basement classroom. “Sa

at !”

"Yes, Furi? His teammates shouted inside.

"Where's my lead armor?!"

"I threw it away!" Rat Kim replied.

"What? The lich almost jumped out of his recliner. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Because it gives me nightmares!"

"Because you're a disgusting beep, Fu

i!” Another of his teammates, the Raptors, joined the shouting game.

"There's a swarm of dragons above us!" The lich replied angrily, pointing to the sky.

"Then why don't you turn all their savings into lead?" Birds of prey screamed in rage. "I'm sure they'll fly away!"

Furiben sighed and watched as the dragon sang gold for the world.

"I hate this planet." The lich grunted.

Everything here is not worth the trouble.

Her life has brought her to this moment.

Charlene Enuet looked out of the window of the Nightblade's headquarters in the city of Noble, Gardemania, shielding herself from the sun with her umbrella, and she observed the chaos with a cynical eye. Once upon a time, she would have suffered a stroke when she saw thousands of dragons crossing a city to the West Coast.

Today, she just sees it as a business opportunity.

Most dragons come from elsewhere, but some have been sleeping underground in cities for centuries and will tear down houses when they wake up. Most fled to the countryside, screaming for their lives; The goats, cows, and chickens in front of me were all hunted by greedy reptiles. Most of the city's houses were empty, left behind by panicked occupants.

So today is a good day for the crime syndicate.

"Alright, then let's do as planned." One of her lieutenants explained to the gathered Nightblade warriors, showing them a map of the city on the table in the center of the room. "First the banks and the noble estates, then all the suburbs. If it glows, you hold it. If it doesn't glow, you still hold it, just in case. ”

"You can't rob impoverished areas," Charlene clarified. "We don't get too much and we get very little. You can also raid the Adventurer's Guild to get [Badge]. ”

Winkel wants more, and she'll give it to you.

"You're going to spread these orders to every Nightblade chapter on the continent." Charlene ordered. "Remember, this is not theft, but the redistribution of wealth. We take money from the rich and fill our empty pockets. ”

The criminals who had gathered together immediately nodded, and then prepared the tools for the robbery. However, Charlene approached the youngest assassin present, a small lizard with a positive attitude and an impressive murder pedigree.

"It's not you, Botie," Charlene said. "I have a job for you. A private one. ”

"Business?" This little assassin must have been dizzy. "Who is it and where is it?"

"My ex, on the moon."

"Honey, I love exotic murder locations!"

"I can send you in and out," Charlene said. "Otherwise you're on your own, and you can't go back to me."

"Okay, do you have any special methods for doing this?" The Assassin began to write notes. "Anything is possible, including sharks. Otherwise, I'll divide it into four parts. ”

"I don't want him dead, I want his current relationship to be ruined," Charlene replied. After what he had done, she wanted him to suffer more than die.

"Oh." The Assassin made no secret of his disappointment. "Didn't there even have a few 'accidental' casualties?"

"He's going to see your Savou

Aunt euse," the vampire ignored his complaints, "but she doesn't deserve C."

oissa

T, deserves better. It's for her good. ”

Charlene can't let the dragon's revelation get in the way of her little revenge.

Today everyone prays to Sabra.

In the depths of the Pyramid of Akhnapep, which he had chosen, the insect god found his precious social distance interrupted by the prayers of countless mortals across the globe. Ask to be saved from the apocalypse by a dragon, fall from the sky and smash their heads, or other nonsense.

It seems that with the arrival of the apocalypse, Sabra has gained new popularity.

"That's enough," the God of Destruction grumbled, angrily smashing his SNES button with telepathy. He is battling a powerful boss, and humanity discovers that there is nothing better than to disturb him.

This does not help them at all. He is the god of destruction, not of mercy.

Although he supported the initiators of this conflict, Sabra did not care about the outcome. Whoever wins, there will be huge collateral damage; Even if dragons are summoned to save humanity, they will leave behind a huge mess.

You have 5802059 prayer in your Godmail.

It's overtime again. "How many people are asking for the destruction of someone or something?"

60008 years.

Good. Quality over quantity. "Filter all non-destructive, non-earthly prayers into my prayer spam folder. I'll check the rest later. "Sabra prides himself on having a personal interest in his admirers.

Your prayer spam folder has reached critical mass. Do you want to erase or answer these prayers?

Sigh, really, being a god is a thankless task.

"Answer all the spammers and tell them to bother the Moonmen," Sabra said gruffly. "Now only he can save them."

Spam Folder Cleanup!

Eventually, the voice quieted down, allowing the insect god to enjoy his tranquility.

At least until his game screen goes black.

Sabla

He waited a few seconds in front of the TV before realizing that his SNES had run out of breath. As always, entropy prevails.

But now he can't play.

Sabra couldn't turn back time to recover his belongings; Nor can he create a new one. That would destroy entropy and go against all his beliefs. He could always summon Aknapep to fix it, but his prophet was doing important work in Pryden.

He could have called a repairman, but ......

…

There's so much work.

He will cause an earthquake somewhere.

Somewhere in Praitan, a group of puppets worked tirelessly to build the largest castle in the world.

a fortress with dazzling minarets, built not of stone, but of steel; Its rune-reinforced curtain walls are very thick and can withstand dragon fire. The rooms inside were designed for giants and the elite of the former race; Its stables can hold thousands of elven beasts and giant flying men; Flying golems are embedded in towers, add the finishing touches, and put on the last gears.

Krom C

uach。 The ultimate product of the Mel family.

Its construction required so many resources that materials were looted within miles of the countryside. The entire forest was destroyed, and every drop of wood was used to supply the forge with the steel it needed. Smoke covered large areas of the island and obscured the sky.

Mel Odius was delighted by this destruction, and she oversaw the building in a humanoid costume.

Chrom Kruch is both a palace and a weapon. Its towers hide weapons that can put the lower races to sleep, tear their souls out of their bodies, and end this cycle of defeat in a final act of destruction.

In the background, she can hear the dragon's song and even pass through the magical protection that makes Praedan almost impenetrable. She doesn't care. Soon, soon, the music is going to end. A series of screams followed, the last wail of all Ortmund life.

Then, finally...... Silence.

"Ma'am?" Frank, one of the priests sent by Sabra to support her in the fight, bends his knees behind her. She could smell his warm soul, mature waiting to be taken away. How difficult it is to quell her greed...... "Wotan has betrayed you. ”

"How so? The fairy asked, a little surprised, but not so surprised. Dragonscourge never had the courage to return humanity to its original position.

"He spared the knight Bane, but killed Mel Lim"

"I don't care about Mel Lim," Odius replied indifferently, her eyes fixed on her castle. "What about my golem?"

"Their barrier worked, and while they held out for a while, they weren't a match for Maggots and his allies." The priest argued in a pessimistic tone.

"Anything that can be fought against K

ightsba

e will destroy anything less than (Epic) adventurer," Odius replied, and he had thousands of these golems. They were her greatest creations, deprived of the free will that had caused many of her former servants to revolt.

Humanity on Earth has the right ideas. A drone without a brain does not question orders, she can make as many drones as she wants.

"However, Mel Lin activated a [homing rune] before he died," [Timewarlock] added, perhaps believing that Odeus would have killed him if he hadn't brought any good news.

"Good." After successfully testing Winkel's insect farm, improving the accuracy of her arrows has been her primary concern. "Add Wotan's territory to Krom Croucchi's goal, order Aknapep and Lavana to prepare for an invasion of the coast."

"As you wish." Frank of the Ark replied, and teleported away.

As the dragon's song resounded throughout the world, they needed to hold out for a few more days until her castle was erected. It will respond to these voices with fire and fury.

In a few days, she will paint the blue planet red.