Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 226 Pull the network cable! Pull the network cable to hell
Out of curiosity, Drogo hid behind a rock and observed the group of demons stealthily.

As a knowledgeable dragon, Drogo actually hasn't learned much, mainly because he has lived long enough and has a good memory, so he doesn't know much about demons.

Because this group of creatures really cannot communicate.

Pure worship of power, it couldn't be purer.

Other races also pursue power, but after the strongest individual becomes the leader, they will arrange for those who are suitable for management to take charge.

But the devil doesn't have this step.

They just elect a boss, and that’s it.

It cannot be said that there is no social structure at all. There are levels among demons, but it is almost the same as not having any. The level is only used to indicate strength.

Drogo tried to conquer a group of demons just as he conquered a tribe of orcs.

Back then, Drogo had a bit of a collecting habit. He wanted to become a Pokémon encyclopedia master! He wanted to collect all the races on the continent and make them his minions!
His collecting journey ended in failure at the hands of the devil.

After the orcs are defeated, they will respect the winner very much, recognize him as their leader, and follow the leader's orders.

After being defeated, the demons have no respect at all and pretend to recognize the winner as their leader, but all they have in mind is always looking for an opportunity to kill the leader and take his place.

The group of demons before him now looked somewhat different from the ones he was familiar with.

Those demons seemed to be collecting something together.

They actually learned to divide the work and cooperate?
Drogo was surprised.

The abruptness of this situation is like seeing a group of monkeys playing games in an Internet cafe with a high winning rate.

Drogo carefully observed the movements of the demons. They were concentrating on digging a kind of stone in the wasteland of hell, then storing it in the storage props, and teleporting away directly when it was full.

I have the impression that there are no valuable minerals in hell, so what do the demons need those stones for?

It can't be that because there is no food in the abyss, the demons have not only improved their intelligence, but have also evolved the ability to eat dirt.

After observing for a while, I found another strange thing: there was a strong sense of incongruity in their movements.

It’s as if the limbs have just been tamed and are not yet adapted.

No, considering the richness of the demon's appearance, it should be called just taming several limbs.

Drogo had a bold guess that perhaps these demons were being controlled, not the kind of control that a warlock gave orders through a contract, but the kind of control similar to the way a pilot operated a mecha.

Because the body structure is different from that of the operator, the movements are very strange.

reasonable.

Drogo felt that his speculation was very likely to be correct.

Just when he wanted to get closer and try to take down a "mecha", a transmission light appeared behind him.

Drogo turned immediately, alert.

"Oh, my dear friend, I'm sorry that the gate of hell is not stable and teleported you to such a hellish place." A heavily accented common language came from the teleportation light.

It should be learned purely through classes, lacking usage environment, and the wording is very formal.

Then, a humanoid creature appeared.

He was a tall fat man, wearing an old-fashioned suit, but barefoot and bald, with the decadent aura of a middle-aged man.

"Respected Drogo, welcome to hell." He bowed.

"Asmodeus?" Drogo said uncertainly, looking at the devil in front of him.

He guessed that it was the Lord of Hell because he felt that the other party was very strong.

"It's me." The middle-aged decadent fat devil answered in a flowery tone.

"Uh, are you really Asmodeus?" Drogo still found it hard to believe that the Lord of Hell was like this.

"Of course, hahaha." Asmodeus' laughter had the affectation of a low-level voice actor. "We haven't seen each other for many years, so we may feel a little strange. I thought you had not forgotten that we once fought against each other, which was also a good story."

"No, huh? Are you the Asmodeus who fought with me?" Drogo was so surprised that his voice broke.

It is normal for a devil to live for hundreds of years, but he clearly remembered that Asmodeus was a big, strong and sturdy demon. He didn't even need to go to the hospital for a physical examination to conclude that he had three highs and high uric acid.

Of course, the devil doesn’t have these diseases, it’s just that the image is too familiar.

Time is a knife that kills the devil.

"Hahaha, it seems your friend still remembers."

"No, can you please stop talking like that? I can accept your accent, but can you please not use these words that would never appear in normal spoken language?"

"Oh, so you don't talk like that? My Common Language teacher told me that this is how you should talk in diplomatic situations to appear more formal and solemn."

Asmodeus immediately changed his way of speaking, and his speech speed became much faster. He was also very uncomfortable with the forced written language.

"Much better," Drogo said, feeling relieved. "How did you become like this?"

"In order to establish diplomatic relations with humans and other intelligent life forms, I changed into an image that is more acceptable. My subordinates have been investigating for a long time and found that the most common appearance of middle-aged males between the ages of 35 and 50 is consistent with my age group among the devils. I guess you became smaller for this reason."

Asmodeus answered, looking somewhat smug.

“It’s well-intentioned.”

"'Well-intentioned'? What a wonderful expression. I'll write it down." Asmodeus actually took out a notebook and wrote it down carefully. "The meaning of this word should be similar to what I understand, right?"

Who knows how you understand it?
But Drogo was too lazy to explain further and replied directly: "Yes, that's right, that's what I meant."

"Alright!" Asmodeus put away the notebook and put his arm around Drogo's shoulders warmly. "Don't waste time in this wasteland. This is a battle zone with demons. It's not dangerous, but it will be troublesome if we attract an army."

"The devil is at war with the demons?"

Then it is barely reasonable to see demons in hell.

"Yes, the church not only blocked the passage to hell, but also blocked the passage to the abyss, but did not block the passage between the abyss and hell, so the war naturally started, and resources are always tight, aren't they."

Drogo followed Asmodeus into the teleport, ignoring the demon squad he discovered.

If he could find out, then the Lord of Hell could also find out. Since the local tyrants were not going to deal with it, there was no need for him to meddle in other people's business.

The other end of the transmission was outside a tall city wall. The cart pulled by the hellhound had no roof, so one could directly see the scenery outside.

The solid high wall of Pingleng is probably more than 40 meters, which is a height that is difficult to build on the continent of Felin. It extends to both sides with no end in sight.

The ninth layer of hell is a vast plain. A city of this scale standing on the plain is quite impactful.

Drogo was certain that the city had expanded considerably since the last time he had been there.

It seems that the demons have not stopped developing over the past hundred years.

Asmodeus stood up, opened his arms, and proudly introduced loudly: "Welcome to the greatest city in the Nine Hells, the dark and noble fortress of hell, Malshem!"

Following his introduction, the heavy door of the fortress slowly opened.

A long red carpet was laid on the wide main road, with countless devils lining both sides of the road to welcome them.

The hellhound took a step forward, pulling the luxurious carriage into the city, and the welcoming devils immediately burst into cheers.

"Drogo! Drogo! Drogo..."

The sound echoed throughout the city.

The wheels rolled over the red carpet, and every hundred meters, huge magic fireworks would be lit on both sides of the road. There were even dragon beasts flying in the sky, holding banners in their claws.

"Welcome the great red dragon Drogo to Malshem!"

The dragon in question tried very hard to hold on. The world has changed, and even the devil has started to engage in formalism.

But the experience was really good.

If an introvert were treated like this, he would probably feel so embarrassed that he would want to die.

But one of Drogo's greatest strengths is shamelessness.

He even blew two mouthfuls of fire into the sky to add to the fun.

A notorious dragon would be hard-pressed to get the same treatment elsewhere.

It feels like a super pro plus max version of the welcome ceremony at a bath center.

"Where did you learn this?"

After the novelty wore off, Drogo asked curiously.

The Hell Fortress in his memory was not like this. It was synonymous with chaos, violence, filth and blood.

The result is now clean and odor-free.

"Online."

"Huh?" Drogo really didn't expect Asmodeus to give such an answer.

Logically speaking, there is only one network in the world now, Shenhai Network. Has his own business expanded to hell without his knowledge?
"The Internet is a really great thing. You can learn all kinds of knowledge on it." Asmodeus exclaimed.

"Hell can connect to the internet?"

"Of course." Asmodeus naturally activated the illusion mimicry and opened the forum.

Then Drogo watched the loading circle spinning for nearly two minutes before the interface finally refreshed.

amount……

Part of the interface.

About one third, and the remaining two thirds are still stuck.

"It's very convenient, isn't it? Just wait a few minutes and you can find what you want."

“Is it really that convenient?”

Drogo gets very anxious when he sees the situation where the loading is not happening.

"Of course, it would take more than a few minutes to find the right knowledge in the library. Moreover, the library in Hell has been severely damaged in the endless war. Hell lacks knowledge."

Asmodeus said somewhat dejectedly.

He looks like a lord of hell who wants to truly build a good hell.

He is no longer the war maniac whose only thought is to conquer this and that.

Of course, the more likely possibility is that he was defeated in a fight with fists, so he had to give up martial arts and turn to literature.

Drogo is highly empathetic in this regard.

He dared to conclude that all the people Asmodeus had not compared with were the same as him.

"You are really studious." Drogo gave a thumbs up in affirmation.

It is not easy to learn knowledge with such internet speed.

"Ha, there's nothing we can do about it, but I heard there's a way to make the network smoother." Asmodeus changed the subject and got to the point.

"I can't guarantee it." Drogo replied that the use of the divine skeleton as a network base station was a trade secret.

"God's bones, huh?" Asmodeus directly exposed the business secrets, "We can provide them."

Drogo was nervous at first, but then he immediately understood.

"The church told you?"

The goddess of magic is still alive, so the moment the church members are connected to the Internet, she will definitely be able to find out what is done. After all, this is a network built on the principles of magic, and no magic can be hidden from her.

However, what Drogo never understood was why the church did not choose to develop competing products after knowing the principle, but instead joined the Drogo Group's network.

Lack of illusionists?

Or are you just too lazy to do it even though it’s useful?
"Yes." Asmodeus nodded.

"What conditions did you agree to from the church? Now you are in the same boat with them."

"Ha, your metaphor is really interesting." Asmodeus seemed to be very interested in language. "Hell is now beginning to believe in the goddess of magic."

He said something extraordinary very calmly.

"Wow."

Drogo didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It won't work to think about conquering other planes like we did in the past."

Although Asmodeus looks decadent, he still acts like a leader when talking about serious matters.

"We tried to cooperate with the demons. The situations of the two races seem to be similar, don't they?"

"And it failed."

Asmodeus shrugged, meaning that you also know what kind of people demons are.

"So the war began, and it has been going on until now. I can't even remember how long it has been going on. I hope to end the war with your help."

"No, no, no," Drogo refused bluntly, "I don't do mercenary work now."

When he was still a young dragon, he often worked as a mercenary, which allowed him to receive money from his employers and plunder targets. It was a perfect deal, but he was occasionally disliked by other dragons.

Other dragons think it is a disgrace to provide services to others, so what is the difference between that and a dragon beast being used as a mount.

Drogo didn't care, as long as he could make money.

"You don't need to be on the battlefield as a fighting force. That would be a waste of your talent. I've heard about the Drogo Group on the mainland. It's much more powerful than conquering a city or a place."

Asmodeus straightened his body and said seriously, "War is fought for money, and Hell has always been a poor place. There is only so much land that can grow food, and even if you want to sell your labor, you can't find buyers.

"Besides, there are some benefits to continuing the war. The devils have a system of war merit lords, and they are also warlike. Those devils with military merits are keen to return to the battlefield. If I am killed, they won't have to take care of them in their old age, and I can make room for younger devils."

Drogo scratched his chin. The devil is indeed a devil. He confessed such a serious topic so easily.

"What do you need? Money? Drogo never gives money for free."

Whatever you give out must be earned back double, anything less is considered a loss.

"We will discuss these complicated matters in detail when we get to the palace."

The dragon and the devil are still in the car. I don’t know how long the red carpet is, but it hasn’t reached the end yet.

"For now, I would like to see a solution that allows smooth network changes."

"What about the divine remains you provided?"

Drogo spread his claws, indicating that he could do nothing without the god's remains.

"Um, do you know the first Asmodeus?"

(End of this chapter)