Chapter 829 Dragon Wings

The pale gold interface and the trembling ring symbolizing Omega's artificial mind appeared in front of Baloger, along with Omega's emotionless synthetic voice: "Good morning, Baloger, Glad to see you're still healthy."

Balogel ignored Omega's routine greetings, and just asked indifferently, "Is the line safe?"

"Line Safety."

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

"Understood," the ring symbolizing Omega trembled, and the voice was indifferent and indifferent, "the message has been transmitted to the recipient."

Balogel exhaled softly, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Is something going on in Tallond?"

The Omega Ring responded mechanically: "Nothing happened to Tal Lund, and the dragons are still loyal."

After more than ten seconds of silence, Omega's voice resounded in the hall again: "Due to security needs, this line will be closed if there is no more information."

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

In the huge throne hall, everything fell into dead silence. The Dragon Blood Grand Duke sat quietly on his hard and cold stone throne, and fell into silence with the entire hall, as if time had stopped.

...

A magnificent and magnificent hall with pale gold alloy columns supporting the dome, the dome and the four walls are covered with countless intricate and exquisite reliefs, the ancient equipment room is echoing with a low hum, and various instructions are embedded in the reliefs. The lights surged slowly like breathing, and countless cables and pipes extended from the dome and pillars, intertwined into a ring-like structure, and a large number of plugs and connection terminals hung down, connecting to the huge body in the center of the hall.

It was an old giant dragon, even looking older than Speaker Andal. His scales were gray and faded, and the traces of prosthetic transformation covered almost the entire body. The body of the years, the faint light wandering between the gaps of the scales - even in the eyes of a giant dragon, this level of transformation seems too extreme, and it is even difficult to judge whether this is a living flesh and blood creature, or one made of steel, A machine that combines crystals, polymers and biochemical circulating fluids.

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

Duke Moore raised his head covered with an alloy shell, and the dark red electronic prosthetic eyes turned slightly in the eye sockets, and then he looked to the side of the hall where a crystal-transparent curtain had been silently dropped, on the curtain The light spots flickered, and soon condensed into the projection of Speaker Andal.

"The exiles have stepped out of the mountains," Speaker Andal said in a low voice, "I don't know what changes this will bring to the fate of the dragon..."

The supreme ruler of the Senate, Elder Duke Moore made a hoarse and low voice: "Any variable is better than the same thing... Not to mention that the recent events even exceeded Omega's expectations... Similar situations will not happen for tens of thousands of years. Happened once."

"The incident not long ago..." There was a thoughtful look in the eyes of Speaker Andal's only creature, "Has it been determined that it was a divine descent?"

"It has been confirmed that a new god tried to come, but was intercepted by mortals at the boundary of reality. There is enough evidence to show that this incident has nothing to do with Typhon - but may have something to do with Cecil," Elder Duke Moore Shen Sheng said, "The only pity is that even if such a thing happened..."

"A new god of unknown origin, a god who was intercepted at an early stage, descended,

For mortals, this may be regarded as a disaster, but for gods, it is just a small wave," Speaker Andal shook his head, "Obviously, this is not enough to divert the sight of 'He'..."

"Be careful, even we, even with the help of Omega, our conversations may be heard by 'He'," Elder Dukemore reminded immediately, "Even if we have spent hundreds of thousands of years building these safe channels, they will not Not absolutely safe."

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

"What are you curious about?"

"When we do these things under the eyes of 'He', does 'He' really not notice it at all?"

In the magnificent hall, the air was completely silent.

...

The dusky sky light poured from the end of the horizon, casting a golden glow on the ice sea at the North Pole, and shining on the edge of the towering terrace of the temple, a blond figure in a long dress stood on the high terrace, overlooking it with an eternal gaze. the kingdom of dragons.

The Dragon Priest Heragor stood behind the blond woman with his hands down obediently: "My lord, the long day has begun."

"Yeah, daytime..." The Dragon God Enya said softly, looking over the undulating mountains in the distance and the tiny broken sea in the distance, his line of sight extended all the way, and finally extended to the end of the sky and the sea, far away from Tarr. In Lund's place, a faint tower was reflected in his golden eyes.

His pupils contracted imperceptibly, and then turned his eyes away with a little disgust and resistance.

"Hragol, has anything interesting happened in Tallond recently?"

Heragor immediately replied: "My lord, the day celebration will start in three days, and there will also be the extreme battlefield competition held by the Omdar Heavy Industry Group - the latter has been very popular in the last century."

"The celebration has long been nothing new at all, and it is not a fun thing," the dragon god snorted softly, "Extreme Battlefield... Watching the young dragon who was transformed in his entire body rush into the arena while injecting himself with a synergist, and then he Sprinkling the entire arena with implant parts and circulating fluid for half a day, before finally being carried back to the maintenance depot - do you think I'd consider that a funny thing?"

Herragol bowed his head: "...Then it seems that this entertainment will not be popular for too long."

The blonde woman did not continue the topic, but mentioned another thing seemingly at random: "Speaking of interesting things... In the mortal world opposite the Eternal Storm, something interesting seems to have happened recently?"

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

"Isn't it worthy of my attention?" The blonde woman turned her head slightly, with a faint smile on her face, "Don't you really want me to take a serious look over there...'look'?"

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

The blond woman glanced at her chief priest and said lightly: "Hragol, you don't have to control your heartbeat deliberately, we are just chatting, aren't we?"

The dragon priest still lowered his head and said nothing.

"It's boring," the blond woman said softly, then turned around and continued to look at the land of Tal Lund. In the dim sky, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "What a bunch of boring children..."

...

"I tell you, this is absolutely super fun!!"

In a special experimental facility on the outskirts of Cecil, Rebecca grabbed Maggie's arm and shouted with great interest, and then she turned sideways, proudly showing her recent "research results" : "This took us a lot of effort! Although we didn't encounter any technical problems, in order to tailor a suitable joint and connecting mechanism for a creature like the 'dragon', it really tested everyone's imagination. Especially now that the Origin Lab is temporarily unavailable, we have made a lot of various models..."

Cecil's Pearl (Steel Ball) was talking next to her, but Maggie, who was dragged over early in the morning, only slowly realized what happened. The "Dragonborn" living in the human world slowly raised her head. , looked at the "technical achievements" that Rebecca proudly showed to herself, her eyes were complicated and inexplicable for a while.

In a large workshop built with lightweight metal plates and steel skeletons, bright magic spar lights shine from the ceiling, and the place where the light converges is a set of huge devices fixed together with chains, hooks, and brackets——

It consists of several parts and has an imposing shape. Its main components are a pair of "wings" made of metal and runes that are more than ten meters long. The skeleton made of light runes flashes on the skeleton With a slight halo, the rugged but durable enough mechanical structure makes it seem to be easily stretched, the pair of wings does not seem to be complete, it is more like a "supplementary frame" equipped on the outside of the wings, except for this pair of wings. In addition to the wings, you can also see some things like rune armor plates and equipment belts, which, without exception, are extraordinarily huge.

Huge enough to be armored for dragons.

They are indeed armor for dragons.

Maggie stared at that set of steel suits with a rough structure but inexplicable momentum, full of Cecil's magic industry style, and after a long time she sighed softly: "You actually made this thing..."

"Actually, it was impossible to progress so quickly," Rebecca said casually to Maggie while holding her arms, proudly looking up at the works created by the technical team she led, "You know, the project is approved. Standard, given the limited time and cost, we must give priority to projects with high mass production value, we only have you, the 'Dragonborn', and it is obviously not in line with the project criteria to create a set of equipment specially for you, but—"

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

"...you guessed it right away?"

"It's not hard to guess."

"Well, that is indeed the reason," Rebecca scratched her hair, "Lord Ancestor seems to want more leverage when dealing with dragonborn, so he approved my application-after all, this is only a 'dragon' A by-product of the cavalry's technology, which itself is not very large."

Having said this, Rebecca suddenly looked at Maggie: "In your opinion, do you think this thing will arouse the interest of Dragonborn?"

Maggie raised her head, her eyes fell on the steel wings, she seemed to be caught in memory and thinking, and said slowly: "Many young dragonborn are eager to fly, of course they will be interested in this thing, but... in St. In the Principality of Long, it is the councilors and elders who have more say.

"The Holy Dragon Principality is a place as stubbornly cold as ice and stone, where 'tradition' and 'taboo' are more powerful than you can imagine, and 'flying' is unfortunately one of the behaviors that challenge the taboo. In fact In my opinion, genetic deformities aren't even the main thing that limits the dragonborn's flight to the sky—tradition and taboo are.

"So don't blame me for being pessimistic, Your Highness Rebecca, I can be sure that even if there are quite a lot of dragonborn interested in what you have built, it will be difficult for it to become a bridge between the Holy Dragon Duchy and the Cecil Empire." Official ties'."

Maggie made a solemn reminder, and then saw Rebecca pinching her chin and thinking for a while, the whimsical princess slapped her hand: "It seems that it can only be smuggled!"

Maggie: "Are you serious?"

"This is just an idea, and I think the ancestors will definitely scold me after hearing it, but in all likelihood, he will think the same after he scolds..." Rebecca said carelessly, a picture that has not been passed for three days in a row After playing, he waved his hand, "It's not important, it's not important, these things will be considered by the ancestors and aunts, I'm only in charge of the technology, anyway, in my opinion, as long as it can arouse the interest of some Dragonborn , then its value is reached.”

Then she waved to Maggie, with a bright smile on her face: "Would you like to try it? Although we have done a lot of model tests and laboratory tests, you have to try it yourself. ."

Maggie looked at Rebecca's clean and bright smile, inexplicably seemed to be infected, and her mood became brighter.

She smiled and nodded vigorously: "Of course, I'd love to. But... does this thing have a name?"

"It's called 'Wings of Steel'," Rebecca said proudly, "The name I gave--is it simple and straightforward?"