"I'm surprised that His Majesty wants to join me in this operation," Manlin Victor said, leading his master to a valley near Silent Grove. "I thought you considered a job dominating slaves."
"The evil Fuliben is back, friend Victor," Winkle reminded his loyal companion. "My empire is no longer safe. We must remain vigilant and prepare for the dark times ahead."
There was one more order to be processed, but with Furibang on the run, Winkle decided to put his revenge on hold. The Dark Lich's imprisonment has only made him more cruel and bitter, and he will undoubtedly seek revenge for his shameful defeat.
And the Emperor will be ready to defend his treasure again. "While I trust you to do this, I will now take a personal interest in running my empire and building defenses against invaders. I will also order my servants to build me an arena."
"Arena?"
"A great, shining arena where my subjects shower me with gold every week!"
The dragon and his minions watch over the valley, or rather over the crater created by Wankel throwing the Iron Eagle there. The dwarves took over the area and turned it into an open scrapyard, cleaning up the remains of the ship while building forges and workshops nearby. They also created strange metallic structures that the dragons could not identify.
Even more surprising, his eccentric guests had begun rebuilding the Eagle, folding its wings and polishing its cannons.
Mabro, the leader of the dwarves, was waiting for them beside two bodyguards. "Emperor Vankel, Grand Chancellor Victor!" he saluted them as they landed beside him. "Welcome! You return in triumph!"
"Hi, Marlborough," Victor replied on behalf of himself and his master.
"First of all, let me congratulate you on exporting the revolution abroad," El Chapo said, and Fankel puffed out his chest. "You killed an elven imperialist twice and crushed an elven counterrevolution."
"Yes, yes, that's great of you," Winkle replied. But now is not the time for praise. Now is the time to act! We are at war!"
"Have you seen the golem's head?" asked Manlin Victor, who underestimated the threat of Freebon and chose the tin can instead, much to his master's annoyance.
Merlin Victor insisted on bringing the golem back for the dwarves to oversee, but carrying it and the loot bag proved too boring for Winkle. The dragon decided to take its head and some gears and throw the rest into the sea.
"This is one of the most fascinating pieces of technology I've ever seen," the dwarf replied. "I acknowledge the ex-Magmel's craftsmanship, but the core mechanism looks similar to Eagle's. Our engineers are just starting to work on that machine, and it will take weeks to take it apart."
"It's clear that the fairies orchestrated this entire operation to free the evil Fulibon from his seal," Winkle said. "We must prepare for his return, and that means strengthening our military capabilities."
"Your Majesty, I believe these two things are not related -"
"Manlin Victor, you are my counselor, but I win all my wars," Winkle interrupted. "Don't you see this big conspiracy to oust me? What's going on here?"
"Your enemies are the enemies of the egalitarian revolution. You can trust that we will support you." Mabulo nodded, and the dwarf saw the bigger picture. "We will offer you our strength and expertise."
"Then show me."
The dwarf ambassador waved to "Iron Eagle". "As you can see, we have analyzed this elven weapon, and in two weeks, it will be functional again. There is no doubt that it will become the military backbone of your country, allowing you to travel across the sea and to Export revolution throughout the world.”
Fankel remembered something. "Minion, the evil Freeborn, he is evil and must be destroyed again, he says his magic is hidden on another continent. If the seal cannot imprison him, we must find his soul, forever Destroy him."
"Yes, Your Majesty, but there have been eight continents since Atlantis existed in Overmund. Do you really plan to explore them all?"
"I will spare no effort to destroy the lich." Winkel ordered with a firm nod. "I want this machine painted gold and equipped with minions. It will no longer be called the Iron Eagle, but the Piggy Bank."
His piggy bank.
"Your Majesty, I didn't want to say this, but..." Manlin Victor racked his brains to say something, but the dwarves were expressionless. "The name isn't... not very good."
"I'm a dragon," Winkle replied. “It will be called a piggy bank.”
Friend Victor made a strange sound. "Why not Feitianjin?"
“That sounds too imperialistic,” Mabrod retorted.
"See?" Vai
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replied. "Manling Victor, leave your name to me and focus on the progress of our class. There is no doubt that our enemy has learned his lesson and the tactics we used to bring him down will no longer work. I hope you will Further research on ways to enhance our capabilities.”
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While taking them on a tour of the weapons forge, Vai
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Let his minions handle the discussion and check out his new traits.
Congratulations! Thanks for passing your [coronavirus]Pe
K and [Gladiator] levels meet entry requirements, and you can convert some of your levels into promoted classes! Attributes will not be affected, but skills will.
You can combine [Gladiator] and [Emperor] to form [Augustus], or [Gladiator] and [Witch Hunter] to form [Hand of God].
Augustus: A charismatic emperor who ruled by incredible charm, bread, and circuses. Feats: Unarmed, all melee weapons and leadership. Major increases in strength, skill, charisma and luck. Benefits Affected: Noble Duty.
[Hand of God]: A melee warrior who gives his fists a magical effect and can defeat mages. Feats: Unarmed, Anti-Magic, Status Ailments and Self-Buffs. Major increases in strength, skill, vitality and agility. Skills affected: Witch Burn, Hunter's Resolve, Exorcism.
"Augustus!" Fankel made his decision immediately. (Witch Hunter)Fight the evil Fu in the past
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has served him well, and of course, combining his two favorite professions can only have good results.
Choose to register! Your [Gladiator] and [Emperor] levels are converted to [Augustus] levels. [Gladiator] and [Emperor] are no longer accessible.
[Noblesse Oblige] was [Ki
g of Games] superseded.
[King of Games]: When you face a level in a game or game-like situation, you receive an attribute bonus equal to your Charisma divided by 4.
Of course, he can win any game he enters. However, his boundless charisma was recognized and allowed him to steal the show.
"We have begun working with your troll blacksmiths to smelt weapons for your armed forces," the dwarf announced, bringing Winkle back to reality.
"We should be prepared for any external attack, but I can't say prepared for infiltration," Manlin Victor said, then turned to his master. "Is Your Majesty satisfied with the dwarf's work?"
"Pretty much," Winkle replied. "The little dwarf Mabro, my kind has once again proven that they are superior to all life. They have completed their task, but I have not received an honest and generous reward. For the sake of my treasure, I must now turn my attention to a new one." the frontier, looking for gold in the sky.”
“Mooooooooo
?”
"Moon, yes."
"Thank the gods, your majesty is right." "And this is God's true mission."
"God is the drug dealer of the people," Mabulos replied with a straight face. "You'll grow out of it."
"I could fly to the moon, but I would burn too much fat and I would be skinny and hungry," Winkle said. "I must eat every cow I see and then hibernate so that my treasures remain unattended. From now on, little dwarf Mabro, find a way to send me to the moon without having to I make every effort."
"How can your Majesty fly to the moon without breathing air?" Victor asked a stupid question.
"Manlin Victor, I breathe fire, not air." Fankel rolled his eyes at this stupidity. "We shared so much together, how could you forget?"
"Yeah, that's a stupid thing to say," Manling Victor replied flatly.
"Indeed, this is very unlike you."
"Your Excellency, why do you say there is no air in space?" the dwarf asked.
"Because there aren't," replied Manlin Victor. "My kind, or rather my kind from my home planet, have successfully sent people into space. It's a huge, dark, empty space."
"Then..." Marbro thought about this issue 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 for a moment. "Now that I'm thinking about it, maybe I should ask Tul Gaza. But I'm ninety-nine percent sure there's 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 moon people have the special ability of interstellar teleportation, but they can't take anyone with them. But lucky Yes, we may have a solution. Rocket."
"Rocket?" Winkle and Victor asked at the same time.
In response, Marlboro leads them to a larger, half-built Wind Spear, which Morey attempts to kill Winkle with.
"Ma
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é.”
"What is it, Chancellor Victor?"
"That was a primitive missile, not a rocket."
"What difference does it make?" Winkle asked curiously.
"This is a larger replica of the Wind Spear Maul used against us! It's a weapon, not a teleporter!"
"Our Sunslayers were built purely for non-threatening purposes," the dwarf replied flatly. "We had absolutely no intention of attacking anyone with it."
"There's a bomb on this thing!" Manling Victor protested. "I can smell gunpowder from up there!"
"Bombs are people too, Lord Victor. It's true that they responded to imperialist aggression by blowing themselves up into the sky, but who's to say they should be prohibited from boarding rockets—"
"missile".
"Of course, everyone should be allowed to travel, even bombs. I can assure you our rockets have never exploded in the past."
"Wait... I received a complaint about the earthquake while we were away." "Did you do that?"
"Our rocket did not explode. It was sabotaged by elven bourgeois infiltrators before their escape because they were afraid of revolution."
"Furiben," Vacker guessed. "He is already at work among us!"
"Okay," Manling Victor said in a strange tone.
"As you pointed out, if we manage to put people in space, it has to survive in a vacuum," Marbury insisted. "The bombs are small and they don't breathe."
"What does size have to do with it?" Winkle asked sadly.
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"Our device requires extremely rare gravity-powered stones to propel itself through the clouds," the answer states. "The greater the weight, the more stones are needed. We can't waste any resources, so the prototype should be able to carry small passengers and then Making models for His Majesty. Unfortunately, none of our test pilots have passed the test so far. This will slow down progress."
"Yes, speed takes its toll," Victor said, "There are a few casualties in the domestic space race, and while we don't have magic, we are way ahead of the 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 the test flight, it will be much faster," Marbury said, "We need a test subject that is highly resistant to physical damage, doesn't need to breathe, and is small enough to fit in a very tight space. This creature doesn't make it rain—"
Fankle's eyes widened. "Minions, they have them!"
"Baby?"
"Send to the moon," Victor answered his pet. That sounded much better to him.
After the whole Jelly Rain fiasco, Victor turned one of the farms into a makeshift shelter, and little James turned it into his new lair. Although Aknapeppe had suggested distributing cats to control the population, Mu
mu
i
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 taking him home with him. Viktor counted, and thousands of little animals looked at Winkle in awe from behind the fence.
"Moon sky?" Junior pointed at the clouds.
"Yes, this planet," Winkle said to herself during the conversation.
"No!"Ju
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Moving between Wankel and the fence, he hissed in reply. "child!"
"Well, I'm not going to lie, the dwarf's device looks shoddy," Victor admitted. But I want Barnabas to help me. We will make sure our testers are as safe as possible. "
"Minion, stop arguing with your pet, this is ridiculous," Winkle interjected, and the dragon turned to little James. "I understand you want to protect your offspring, but this is for my own good."
Strangely enough, Ju
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Listened to Vai
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The words seemed hesitant, but still unwavering. "Danger!"
While Winkle looked down at the imitator in annoyance, Victor's mind was frantically searching for a peaceful solution that would prevent the dragon from eating his own pet as a provocation. Fortunately, their argument was interrupted by the sound of a large group of people approaching them.
Victor suppressed a pained sigh as soon as he recognized the newcomer.
"Prophet, we have heard of your divine mission, come to our aid!" The Cult of the Moon Man has gathered, from the Squid Priests to the lowest members. To make matters worse, their numbers are increasing, and followers of gods from all over the Mistral Continent have come to Mu
mu
i
, following in the footsteps of their prophets. "We will all dedicate our hands to create a glorious ark!"
"Thanks, guys, but this is a very delicate thing," Victor said, trying to calm them down. They had become relatively harmless since he gave them rules to follow, but their enthusiasm frightened him a little. "We're trying to figure out how to-"
"I give you my child!" A squid-like humanoid offers Victor a slimy tadpole. "He's soaked and ready for sacrifice!"
Another believer replied: "No sacrifices!" "Learn correct doctrine!"
"I'd love to have my jelly pet Funky as my chosen slime!" A werewolf gave Victor a pink slime that slipped through his fingers. "Please bless him!"
"Kill me if necessary!" A werewolf almost fell at his feet. "I am ready to sacrifice so that my children can reach the Promised Land!"
"Me first!" The believers almost started pushing each other.
"Friend Victor, it's great that you have found such an enthusiastic servant," Winkle said gratefully, "I'm so proud of you."
Victor closed his eyes and sighed. He began to wonder whether he should treat them in Old Testament terms; many prophets were not as patient with this madness as he was.
No, seriously, how could anything good come out of this madness?
"moon!"
A cute, kitten-like voice came, and Victor glanced at its source; the devotees fell silent and imitated him.
A blue jelly with two big yellow eyes jumped up on the fence. "Moon!" it said, jumping to Victor's feet. "Moon!"
"Danger!" Junior yelled at Jelly in a disapproving voice.
"adventure!"
"young!"
"Stars! Dreams!"
"family!"
Victor watched as James Jr. and Jelly argued passionately over a word, unable to fully understand the point. From a distance, it does look like he once discussed with his parents to give up becoming a professional Youtuber
Silly dream of going to college.
"Moon Moon!" However, the slimy guy was better at retorting than Victor. "Sword Rocket!"
"Swords and rockets?" The argument startled Junior, who turned his chest to Victor. "Sword rocket?"
What's the matter? What did he miss? "It's, well, it's a definite yes." Wait, how does it know that? Did the slime see the test?
"Sword Rocket..." Junior turned to his adopted son, "Moon?"
"Moon," Jelly replied firmly with its cute little eyes.
"Come back," Junior begged. "alive".
"The sword is alive," Jelly replied in a kind, affectionate tone. Ju
io
Patted it on the head, then it turned to Victo
,"moon?"
"Uh..." At this point, Victor had given up all hope of understanding. "Yes, you'll go to the moon. One day. Maybe."
Even with magic, their "space program" might take years, even decades, to get there, but in Vai
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And with the unyielding support of a god, they must ultimately succeed.
"moon!"
"The chosen jelly will take us to the moon!" The believers cheered 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
…” The blue slime stared longingly at the sky.
