Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 201 Egg

Drogo was very clear that he had indeed heard something extraordinary just now and it was not an illusion.

After Fulin's "teaching" over the years, whether or not she can cast an illusion is one thing, but she definitely knows whether or not she has been hit by an illusion.

What I heard was somewhat similar to what the bird in the Silver City-State said. The Magic Goddess had a big problem.

There is more than one key term.

If this is true, then which goddess was this that I had seen in the War of Gods? As the victor of the War of Gods, she did not die in the war.

Is that person the so-called traitor?

If so, Drogo would really like to punish the betrayer.

Moreover, the sounds from the divine skeleton don't sound like those made by carbon-based life at all.

A whole host of new questions.

But before that, Drogo needs to do a test to see whether the effect of the divine remains on consciousness is effective for all targets, or whether he is the only one being targeted.

So he asked the orc guard to touch it and try it out.

Physical touch can connect consciousness to the divine body, and he has touched several of them.

Therefore, Drogo was not worried that touching the god's bones would cause any danger to the orcs. At most, they would receive too much information for a while, causing them to be confused, but it would be fine after a while.

When the warrior, who always rushed forward shouting Waaaagh when facing any powerful enemy, heard Drogo's instruction to touch the god's skeleton, he stretched out his hand with a slightly hesitant look.

This thing is too evil for orcs.

The extremely powerful boss Drogo seemed a little dazed after being dodged.

He didn't know much, but he had read comics. In the comics, although the characters' appearance did not seem to change after being exposed to strange light, their bodies had actually been taken over by evil villains.

The boss now looks very similar to the character he is occupying.

It also tempts him to touch it, and the plot in the comics is also drawn like this. When the time is right, the disgusting and scary bugs will burst out of the body.

It's so scary.

I just can’t understand why the protagonists in this type of comics always fight among themselves and prefer to go it alone.

"Why are you panicking? Trust me, there's absolutely no danger. At most you'll see some strange hallucinations. Don't be afraid of them. They're not real."

Drogo gave a precautionary measure first to prevent the orcs from getting stressed out after hearing those things.

The orc guard had a determined expression as if he was ready to die, and placed his hand on the divine corpse.

Then nothing happened.

Didn't see anything unusual.

"Well?" Drogo asked quickly. "Did you hear or see anything?"

The orc guard tried to organize his words: "Uh, I see so many inscriptions floating there..."

"Okay, spread it out. That's the spell model written inside."

It was obvious that the orc guard did not hear what he heard.

Drogo rubbed his forehead. He was in trouble. Now it was confirmed that he was being targeted.

At the age of more than a thousand, he became the chosen child.

He smiled helplessly.

Although he really wanted to find trouble with the current magic goddess, the gap in strength made it difficult to do so.

Moreover, there is no guarantee that there are any good things in this divine skeleton, and the enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend.

He tried to find all the knowledge that was stuffed into his brain. This was the trouble with having too much memory. Memories were like reading an old mechanical hard drive. It took a lot of effort to find what he needed.

After a few minutes, he found it, but it did not make him an encyclopedia of magic. All that was stored in his memory were all kinds of gibberish.

Drogo felt a headache.

It would be better not to have it. Thanks to the large capacity of Longnao, the C drive would have been very popular by now.

"Disperse, disperse, no problem, continue to stand guard, and notify me if there are any special circumstances."

"Boss, is it special to dodge twice?" the guard asked honestly.

One of the advantages of orcs is that they ask questions when they don't understand something and never make random guesses. They are not afraid of being stupid, but they are afraid of being stupid and having their own opinions.

"Not counting."

Drogo left this sentence and turned to leave the room.

Now that things have come to this, let’s have a meal first.

When you are faced with too many problems at the same time, you don’t want to solve even one problem. As the saying goes, the more debts you have, the less you worry.

Drogo came to the Dragon's Nest cafeteria, ready to have a meal and calm down.

As the boss, he does not have his own cafeteria.

A portion of mashed potatoes, dry-fried potatoes, two braised chicken legs, and a bowl of clear soup.

Potatoes are really good things. They will never taste bad no matter how you cook them.

It was not yet time for dinner, and Drogo sat alone in the cafeteria, eating and thinking.

God can be killed, but only if there is no power of faith to support it.

The War of Gods in the last era can be said to be the most brutal war that Drogo has ever witnessed.

What is the easiest way to make a god have no faith?
Of course, let Him have no believers.

Therefore, the war of gods is a war of extermination between different faiths.

Even those without faith were not spared. Once discovered by believers, they would either convert immediately or be eliminated.

Because there is no guarantee that nonbelievers will not follow a hostile faith.

It was thanks to that war that the powerful dragon race, which was able to build a large empire, turned into solitary beasts living in the deep mountains and forests.

Tiamat believed that she could stay out of the conflict and just protect her people.

But strife will not let Him go.

Drogo was one of the few survivors.

It wasn't because he was strong enough to protect himself back then, but because he was weak enough to disguise himself as a dragon beast without intelligence and get away with it.

After all, beasts cannot provide faith.

Even though it's embarrassing, the survivors should not look down on each other, because we all survived this way.

The ancient dragons that exist today are the least warlike dragons ever.

Drogo hated this war.

Also hates the Goddess of Magic.

He now has hundreds of millions of casual believers and millions of devout believers. How can we make him lose faith?

However, there is no record of the disintegration of the magic goddess in either history books or legends.

This proves that the goddess who died did not die in a very noisy way, and it should not be through the extermination of her believers.

Perhaps there are relevant records in the divine remains.

The problem comes back again. The divine body gives garbled characters, which are all incomprehensible.

Drogo stood up and cleared the dishes. He put aside all the grand topics like gods and revenge, and just lived his own life and promoted the game consoles and electronic pets as planned.

Not the donut-loving kind.

It's a Digimon machine.

Here it should be called magic element pet.

It would be interesting to link pet training with console achievements, and give pet resources for each game with platinum.

Better effects, better interactions, you can even use the golem to make a physical pet.

The spoon, chopsticks and bowl were thrown onto the plate, along with an egg.

Wait, why is there an egg?
Drogo looked at the egg in his claws in confusion.

Where did it come from?

He looked closely at the egg in his hand. Judging from the patterns on the eggshell, it should be a dragon egg, but it was a little small.

There is no breath of life and no taste.

Drogo had only ever felt anything like this before.

Is this egg the spirit of the Red God?
I haven't heard that the spirits of other gods also started from eggs.

Drogo was not in a hurry to connect the egg, but returned to his room first and contacted Flynn to prevent any accidents during the connection.

Open the chat spell, type "There is danger, urgent!" and click send.

Fulin was teleported here directly. As soon as she saw Drogo, she asked anxiously, "What's the danger?"

Drogo displays the egg.

"Are you kidding?" Fulin felt her blood pressure rising slightly. She had consumed a lot of magic power to achieve this.

"Oh, I see. You stole someone's eggs, and now they are looking for revenge. Which dragon's eggs did you steal? They look a bit malnourished."

"No, this egg is..."

"You didn't give birth to it, did you?"

"I am a male dragon and cannot lay eggs! This is a spirit born from the Red God's skeleton." Drogo explained.

"Is it something similar to the deer spirit in the north? It doesn't look like it." Fulin said puzzledly.

"It's a little different. Now I'm going to try to connect with it. If something unexpected happens, use physical means to separate me from the egg." Drogo instructed.

Seeing Drogo's serious expression, Flynn stopped joking.

"I'm ready."

"Okay." Drogo used his spiritual power to slowly penetrate into the egg spirit body.

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Holy Magic Cathedral.

The absolute core of the Church.

On the magnificent dome, the paintings showing the process of the Goddess of Magic creating magic are full of divinity.

The bishop of Twin Towers City stared at the painting in a trance.

He knew that he was called to the cathedral today, most likely not for any good reason.

Because of introducing the game, Magic Vision, to the country, he has been targeted by many people.

Maybe he is here to cause trouble today.

He didn't know whether he would still be a bishop when he left the cathedral.

Or to be more pessimistic, whether we can get out is a question.

He knew the methods of the Inquisition.

Perhaps cooperating with the Drogo Group was a wrong gamble. Although it brought economic benefits, his power did not increase substantially, and it might even be dangerous.

Great Goddess, if this is truly your instruction, please once again point the way for the confused believers.

The bishop followed the priests to the center of the church, where Pope San Dino was waiting.

The pope got straight to the point: “Admitting your sins will allow you to return to the goddess.”

The bishop knew what that meant, confessed his guilt, and was then executed by the Inquisition, with the benefit that he would not be tortured.

"I am innocent."

"You confuse believers and spread strange gods."

"I have been conducting a lecture in Magic Vision, spreading the goddess's teachings in the game, the Red Middle Teaching, and have also been approved by the church. I am innocent."

The Bishop said firmly.

"The court will pass judgment on you."

"I apply for the goddess' judgment."

After hearing these words, Pope San Dino was slightly moved.

Goddess's judgment is a way of judgment that has disappeared in the church for many years.

Pray to the goddess and wait for a response. The great god will give the most fair judgment.

However, the goddess has disappeared for a long time, and no one has received her oracle since then.

But the judgment is sacred and takes precedence over the tribunal.

"can."

The bishop walked up to the icon and knelt reverently, but he did not offer any prayer.

If the goddess knew, she would help him, but if this was his fate, he would commit suicide in front of the statue.

Time slips away.

"Inquisition..." Pope Sandino lost his patience.

The fully armed priest of the Inquisition walked up to the bishop, and what was waiting for him was an inhumane "cleansing".

The bishop closed his eyes and prepared to cast a spell towards his heart.

"Not guilty."

A hollow, old voice echoed above the church.

The Pope and all the clergy immediately prostrated themselves on the ground.

A hundred years have passed since the last time I heard the goddess' voice.

Over the past hundred years, the church has been on the verge of collapse due to factional disputes.

The goddess did not abandon her people.

Pope San Dino's eyes were blurred with tears.

After a moment of calm, the goddess issued the second oracle.

"Let all believers use the Internet..."

(End of this chapter)