socalfunplaces Chapter 107 The Humanistic Dragon
Chapter 107 The Humanistic Dragon
Chapter 107 The Humanistic Dragon
In the Second Age, when dragons still soared through the skies and the avatars of the gods walked the earth, the ancient dwarves had already left their mark on the entire continent—in the desolate rocks, in Tyredeel, in the North, their presence could be found everywhere.
To this day, the various relics scattered across the mountain surface and deep within the earth are proof that they once existed.
Unlike modern dwarves who live on the surface of the earth, ancient dwarves preferred to live underground and in the mountains.
They built numerous underground cities, as well as underground passages connecting the cities.
These dungeons contain many dwarven autonomous machines that faithfully perform their duties even though their creators have long since disappeared.
The bronze giant that Modi brought back is one of the more common types.
Its full name is actually "Brass Centurion".
Each centurion is comparable to a superhuman among the five seals, and most of the five seals are helpless against it.
The magic core provides it with abundant magic power, and the enchanted runes engraved on its outer shell greatly enhance its defense, even rendering some spells that approach it ineffective.
Possessing a mechanical mind, it is difficult to be deceived, and with the powerful output of its steam engine, it can unleash the brute force of a dragon.
Warriors struggled to penetrate its metal shell, and most of the mage's spells were ineffective against it.
In the Second Age, centurions were indispensable in the autonomous mechanical legions of the ancient dwarves, just as necromancers could not leave their graves.
You can always find various styles of centurions in the Mechanical Legion, such as the Brass Centurion, Centurion v2, and Centurion-Modified.
The one Mordy had was just a basic brass centurion.
If he were to encounter a different model, he might not be able to defeat it.
"Let me open your heart... The magic core is intact, the steam engine has some flaws, but the control matrix is destroyed."
He transformed into a skilled mechanic, disassembling the centurion's core components one by one.
Even if it's not removed, the Centurion can't be restarted, since its control matrix is already damaged.
Looking at the scattered parts, Morty adjusted his thoughts, patted Mortisia's skull, and asked:
"Would you like to have really cool laser eyes?"
"Huh?"
Some time later, when Elena came to see him again, she was shocked to see Mortisia's eyes glowing red.
The magic core shimmered within it, and to prevent it from being exposed, Mordy was welding the centurion's armor plates onto it.
The combination of machinery and bone dragon gave her a strange and incongruous feeling.
"Unfortunately, the centurion's outer shell wasn't enough; the remaining part had to be made from the Death Prison Iron."
Modi exhaled a breath of stale air, patted the metal plate on its body, and made a "clanging" sound.
When Artoria wiped out the Death Prison, she seized a lot of Death Prison Evil Iron, some of which he kept for himself.
Today, his soldiers are all fully armed, thanks to these resources.
"If you change it like this, will it still be able to fly?" Elena asked.
He replied, "Just a few weight-reducing spells will do; its mana core can handle the consumption anyway."
Elena nodded, then pointed outside and said:
"Those refugees have all been settled, and they have all found jobs according to their original professions."
The development of the Frost family is already underway, and with the addition of your group of subordinates, things have become much simpler.
The spell lab you need will be built soon, but the demon conversion pool and the undead altar will take longer.
"Well done, Elena."
He allowed Elena to arrange and deploy not only refugees, but also troops.
Elena did not disappoint this trust.
"There's one more thing."
She grabbed Modi's sleeve, but the disgusting, human-skin-like feel of the leather coat made her instinctively let go.
"The meditation method you taught me seems to have some problems. When I meditate, I only see a blurry, indistinct figure."
Is that true?
Modi remembered that the meditation method he taught her was actually the optimal method that he had continuously iterated after feeding the [Styx Law] a bunch of methods.
Although it sounds like feeding an AI a bunch of papers and making it produce academic garbage, the [Styx Law] is obviously reliable.
At least Mordy himself was fine after training, and according to the calculations of the law, Elena should also be perfectly normal.
"What you see during meditation is somewhat similar to your projection on the etheric level. Could it be that the effects vary from person to person?"
What Modi saw during his meditation was nothing more than a plain, unremarkable sea of blood, a reflection of his inner desires.
"I don't understand," Elena shook her head, "but this meditation method is much better than the previous ones."
"As long as it works." Modi had no clue about it either.
Since it's useful, let's use it for now.
Do not create entities unless absolutely necessary.
Frostfire Territory, Dragon Prison, is named after the dragon imprisoned there by its lord.
But that was in the past; now, the castle has become a dragon's lair.
A red dragon crawled out of the tomb of time, burned most of the city with its breath, killed the lord of the city, and seized the huge castle.
Now, the remaining city outside the castle is controlled by the Cult of Dragons, and the castle is also known to them as the "Crown of the Red Dragon".
Because the Red Dragon Fiona currently resides here.
The city is teeming with pilgrims of the Balong religion who come to worship there.
But not everyone will be received.
To gain an audience with Fianna, one needs not only considerable ability but also good looks.
If the latter is high enough, the former condition may even be waived.
Unlike her kind, the red dragon Fianna is a homosexual, and does not discriminate between men and women.
Her clansmen have long held a grudge against this, and they still do.
"Fiana, your strange fetishes haven't changed, even though your last death was because you were assassinated by someone close to you."
A giant dragon lay sprawled on the castle terrace, speaking in a nonchalant tone.
Its body was covered in lead-gray scales, like a giant rock, without any of the imposing presence of a dragon.
It will only open its eyes suddenly when an unlucky person gets close, and swallow the unlucky person who has been frightened by the dragon's might whole.
This is also its favorite thing to do.
"I can do whatever I want, Greroc. I haven't settled accounts with you for trespassing on my territory today, so you'd better not interfere in my private affairs."
The woman had a face as smooth as cream, eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, a graceful figure, and a head of fiery red hair cascading down her back. She always wore an alluring smile on her face.
It would be even better if they didn't open their mouths.
Even after she spoke, her character creation skills were still enough to make up for any flaws.
This character creation technique is many times better than Mo Di's.
Unlike the leaden dragon named Greyrock, Fiona did not appear in dragon form, but maintained a human form.
This is understandable, since she is a human sexist. If she didn't maintain her human form, she wouldn't be able to sustain her decadent private life.
It's even less likely that they'll be able to live in what was once the Dragon Prison, now the Crown of the Red Dragon.
Even the largest castle for humans would feel cramped to her in her dragon form.
"I have modified the control spell. This time, I will not be betrayed."
Fiona looked completely confident.
Greroth grinned. "Heh, whatever. It wasn't me who died when the accident happened."
"Alright, everyone keep quiet. This isn't the time to argue."
The last person present spoke, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone.
Fianna and Greroc wisely kept quiet.
Although the speaker did not come in person, only a magical projection was present, neither of the two dragons dared to disobey his orders.
"You are probably all aware of the prophecies concerning the Dragonborn."
But our king, Aldurian, is still too busy; it is up to us to destroy him and try to stop the prophecy from coming to pass.
"But aren't dragon descendants able to absorb dragon souls? Why should we go looking for him?"
"It's better to hide. If he can't absorb the dragon soul, he naturally won't be strong enough to threaten Audurian."
Greyrock spoke eloquently, but the projection chuckled coldly twice.
"You think he can't find us if we hide? How naive."
"The Dragonborn must have some connection with us, and he will be able to find our hiding place. In any case, he will eventually embark on the path of dragon hunting."
Rather than waiting to be killed, it was better to take the initiative – that was the idea behind the projection.
If the dragonborn is eliminated before they grow up, the prophecy will naturally fall apart.
Fianna, however, raised another question:
"Prophecies aren't so easily broken; throughout history, very few prophecies have been refuted. Can we, alone, defeat that dragonborn?"
"I don't know, so I'm looking for allies. Not just our own kind, but also other tiny races."
"Where is he?" she asked again. "You should have a way to find him, right?"
"Yes, he is connected to us, and we can naturally find him through this connection."
The projector had barely finished speaking when it flickered between light and darkness, as if it had been interfered with in some way.
Greroth narrowed his eyes, exhaled, and a wave of heat instantly swept over him.
"Is your projector experiencing interference? Is the signal weak over there?"
"The chaotic magic here is indeed interfering with me," the projected voice was somewhat distorted. "If nothing unexpected happens, I should have reached my destination."
The connection was severed by the projection, leaving the two dragons facing each other.
"Grerok, aren't you leaving yet?" Fianna frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in her eyes. "What are you still doing in my territory?"
"What's the rush?" The lead-gray dragon stretched its limbs, its tone leisurely. "Your terrace is sunny, why don't I soak up some more sun?"
Red Dragon's face darkened. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
The thought of having to work with this guy made her hold back. "Then you can stay here."
Normally, she would have already started a war with this dragon, which was as foolish and stubborn as a rock.
But now, she has more important things to do.
If I remember correctly, that stupid dragon in Winter's Maw was killed a while ago, and the troops I sent there should be back soon, right?
If they haven't returned, it means something has happened to them.
Perhaps her target is one of those dragon hunters.