Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 251: Three Dragons Riding on the Face Operation Plan
Drogo was not surprised that Mammon's sect took action again.

The magic circles located in various cities have not been dismantled. There is no reason for them to use it only once. In addition, Drogo had previously promoted the fact that the magic vision machine was safe through various channels, looking like someone who had no conscience and was just trying to make money, which aroused a lot of hatred.

If they were to take any action, they would definitely choose the time period when the Magic TV has the largest number of viewers, so that they can reach more viewers.

The final of Feilin Good Song is obviously a very suitable goal.

For this purpose, Drogo arranged heavy defense, and several groups of people simultaneously watched the situation of the magic viewer line to avoid missing any abnormalities.

"The Mammonites have hijacked the signal?"

After receiving the message from Doudou, Drogo was immediately teleported to the engineering center of the Magic Vision Station.

"To be precise, the hijacking has begun." Doudou answered in a relaxed tone.

"What do you mean by the hijacking has begun?" Drogo didn't quite understand what this "beginning" meant.

"It means the hijacking is not over yet."

Doudou pointed to the node in the spell model and said.

"When they first cast the spell on the transmission line, we immediately discovered that this spell was very inefficient. It would take at least two hours to complete the source change."

"Have you figured out how long it will take them?"

"Yes, I copied their spells into the editor and quickly broke them down. I also found several places that could be improved. After that, it was not a problem to speed up the process to ten minutes." Doudou said proudly.

Ever since the editor based on the advanced spell language was developed, Doudou found himself a little obsessed with it.

He found a broad application space for the magic knowledge he had accumulated over the years, and even independently developed several spell models, such as making favorite comic characters into desktop pets and raising them in game consoles.

After studying more of this type of spells, I found that traditional spells, even forbidden spells, are very simple in structure.

What era is it still like practicing traditional spellcasting?

As for the magic of the Mammon sect, Doudou has only one word to describe it.

original.

"Still looking for room for improvement, your dragon is pretty good."

"right."

Drogo tapped Doudou on the head with a claw.

Use force.

There are not many people who can survive a hard hit from him, and Doudou is one of them.

"There's no time to study their magic to see what's wrong with it. First, locate where the person is!"

While urging Doudou to locate himself, Zhuogo learned about the current situation.

The Mammon sect and the church were obviously deceived by this double-act magic TV station.

The source-changing spell was cast on the original line that is no longer broadcast to the outside world, while the church's surveillance was transferred to the new line in use, and the two do not interfere with each other.

Therefore, the church has not made any response at present.

Drogo's plan was to take Flynn and Doudou with him, and when doing this he would still have to ride his own dragon and rush to the place where the sect was located first.

Fulin used illusion to control everyone and determined what was at the scene. She then replaced the video source they were going to use with a short film that had been shot in advance to expose the church's dirty laundry, and modified their memories to make them think that the video they were going to use was the one provided by Drogo.

Then he left and transferred the spell with the changed source to the new magic line of sight, so that the church could notice it and dispel the illusion before the church arrived at the scene.

According to the agreement, the church must notify Drogo after finding these people.

At this time, Drogo pretends to be at the scene for the first time and compares the difference before and after the arrival of the church, and he will know what the church wants to hide from him.

The live broadcast of the finals of Feilin's Good Song has entered the second round.

If the plan goes well, the short video clip exposing the church's scandals can be aired almost when the champion is decided, right at the time when ratings are highest.

You're welcome, goddess of magic, this is what Drogo should do.

"Drogo, we found them. They are in the royal city."

"Okay, let's go."

A moment later, in the capital of the Kingdom of Sutton.

A remote residential area far away from the kingdom's power center.

Night fell over the poorly lit neighborhood.

The three ancient dragons that were able to take down the royal city were now tiptoeing on the roof, observing a house across the street.

Drogo judged that this should be a place slightly better than the slums, but not much better.

Because it is ten o'clock in the evening, and the live broadcast of the variety show finals is the crucial time, anyone who has a Magic TV at home will have to turn it on and watch it.

However, all the windows nearby were dark, and there was no night magic vision at all.

Most likely you can't afford it.

The house also looked shabby.

"Are you sure they're in this place?" Drogo asked uncertainly.

This looks a bit shabby, in stark contrast to the lavishly spending church.

"Sure, it's that house, at least that's what the location shows," Doudou replied, "You can see that all the curtains are drawn. They must be doing something shady."

"It's a bit troublesome."

"What's the trouble? Why don't you just rush in? If they can beat you, there's no need to hijack the signal. Just release whatever you are told to release." Doudou said from the side.

"I can't make too much noise."

Drogo had expected it to be in the wild, in dark caves, in evil castles, in dangerous dungeons.

The result was in the residential area of ​​Wangcheng.

There were many witnesses, and they couldn't be seen coming here, as that might have led to them being discovered by the church.

"Fulin, are you sure you can put all of them under the illusion here?"

Fulin shook her head. "No, I have to at least determine how many targets there are and the approximate location of each target. If I just release a range illusion, someone might escape."

Drogo scratched his head. A dragon riding on his face was definitely not a good sign.

"What about full transfiguration? You turn into a small flying insect or something and fly in to see what's going on."

The inspiration for this trick was learned from the Monkey King, who used many of his 72 transformations on the journey to the West to transform into various small insects to gather information.

"After the full transformation, my abilities will be replaced by those of my new form."

Fulin looked like she was asking, "How come you don't know this?"

"If I turn into a bug, my intelligence will become the same as a bug's. What can I understand then?"

Bad review, Transfiguration is so lame.

If there was no other way, Drogo would have to cast invisibility on the remote-controlled camera and teleport in.

There is a risk in that the landing point of a blind pass cannot be determined. It would be embarrassing if you accidentally teleport to a place that is stuck in a wall.

At this moment, Drogo suddenly smelled a rare smell.

He sniffed it carefully.

"Do you smell it? It seems like the smell of a demon. Is there a demon in that house?"

"I didn't smell it. My sense of smell is human even in human form. And even if I could smell it, wouldn't it be the smell of the devil? Mammon is not a demon."

"I am very sure."

It smelled exactly like the demons I had seen in Hell before.

If there is a demon in it, Drogo has a good idea.

"Well, how about you two pretend to be members of the Royal City Guard, and say that someone has reported seeing a creature that looks like a demon here and needs to be investigated. That way, you two can enter this house without any conflict, and then find the right time to cast an illusion."

"Why us?" Fulin questioned, "What about you?"

"I can't turn into a human. Hurry up, this is the best opportunity. I'll find you two sets of Garrison uniforms."

"No need," Doudou called to Zhuogo, "I have the uniforms for the Guards."

As he spoke, he summoned a treasure chest monster and took out two sets of garrison uniforms from it.

"No, why is there something like this in your treasure chest monster?"

"Playing a professional role is also a branch of role-playing. This is a uniform." Cosplay enthusiast Doudou answered as a matter of course.

The second dimension has made great contributions.

"Okay." Drogo expressed his understanding. It was just a uniform, and it was the most normal costume in cosplay.

He has also seen people who dared to wear strange cosplay costumes and walk on the street, completely unconcerned about other people's eyes, showing a top sense of belief.

After a short costume change, the guards Fulin and Doudou transformed into two sturdy men and arrived at the door of the target house.

"Boom!"

There was a rough knock on the door.

This domineering aura gives off the feeling of an authentic garrison.

"Open the door, Guards!" For two minutes, no one responded.

"Dong dong!"

Doudou knocked on the door twice harder.

"You have one minute. If you don't open the door, we will take compulsory measures."

Under the threat, someone finally opened the door a crack.

A face that looked like a tuberculosis patient who was suffering from excessive kidney deficiency and was not far from death peeked out from the gap.

From a distance, Drogo looked at the face and matched it with a figure in his memory.

Is this the former president of the Drama Guild who has lost a lot of weight?
"What's the matter?" the former president asked weakly.

"According to reports, there are witnesses who saw the devil appear in this house. We need to verify the situation."

"How is that possible? Someone must have misread the report and it was a false alarm, haha."

"We are not asking for your consent, but rather notifying you that harboring a demon in the royal city at any time is a serious crime."

The garrison enforces the law, and they always adhere to the principle of presumption of guilt. They are also keen on using the great memory recovery technique.

With the support of these two methods, the Garrison Corps has always had a high crime-solving rate. Don't ask whether the solution is correct or not, just say whether it is solved or not.

"This must be a misunderstanding. Can I see the emblem?"

The badge is equivalent to the garrison's ID card and can be used to prove identity.

Doudou is indeed a high-end cosplay player. He has all the props and can directly display the emblem.

After seeing the identification, the former president opened the door.

"You must believe me, we are all decent and good citizens."

As he spoke, he led the dragon into the room.

After Fulin and Doudou walked in, they looked at the street vigilantly, but did not notice Drogo who was hiding on the roof and had turned on invisibility.

The waiting made the dragon irritable.

Drogo strolled back and forth on the roof, waiting for good news from the two dragons.

It stands to reason that there shouldn't be any problem. There can't be dozens of legends hiding in a suburban house. Any lineup lower than this won't pose any threat.

Besides, if there was high-end combat power there, Drogo should have sensed it long ago.

But I still can't help worrying about whether there will be some shady and dirty tricks.

After an extremely long five minutes, Doudou finally sent a message.

"It's done, come on!"

Drogo glided down from the roof and entered this mysterious house.

Doudou was waiting at the door with a very excited expression on his face.

"Oh my god, Drogo, you won't believe what they have done. I have never seen anything like it in all my years. It is outrageous."

Doudou chattered on and on about his shock.

"Humans are so cruel that they can do such things to their own kind..."

Drogo follows Doudou and finds Fulin.

Fulin was in the living room on the first floor.

Besides her, there were three people in the room, including the former president who had just opened the door. He had a strange scar on the back of his head and a weapon in his hand. It was obvious that their original plan was to deal with the two unexpected guards.

But now they all stood there with lifeless eyes, unconscious.

It is a symptom of being completely immersed in hallucination.

A magic device, which seems to be used to hijack the signal of the magic video machine.

It's not complicated, it's not special, and the workmanship is not very good.

If this were in Drogo's factory, it would be considered defective and destroyed.

The reason they were able to succeed last time was entirely because there were no protective measures on the original magic camera line.

There was also a magic video machine that was playing the live broadcast of the finals of Feilin's Good Song. The final round to determine the top three had begun.

They were obviously watching to see if the signal hijacking was successful.

"Just these few people?"

"Just these few."

The number of people was not quite what Drogo had expected. "Where are the videos they are going to change?"

"It's right here." Fulin pointed to a magic crystal in the magic device.

There is an instruction manual next to the magic device, which is really thoughtful.

Drogo followed the instructions and replaced the magic crystal with the one that stored the dark history of the church.

Then he took out his camera and took pictures of every part of the house for comparison after the church arrived.

After doing all this, I asked Doudou.

"What is this thing you are talking about that you can't believe? It can't be this machine, right?"

"Of course not, it's upstairs!"

"It's really strange upstairs." Fulin confirmed Doudou's statement.

Drogo came upstairs with full of suspicion, talking as he walked.

"What's the big deal..."

"Fuck!"

Drogo couldn't help but burst out in his native tongue.

Upstairs are several other magical machines, which are different from the one downstairs. They are the core of these machines.

There are humans and demons.

They were stored in jars filled with solution, their heads were cut open, and several threads were inserted into their wrinkled brains, emitting the eerie glow of magic runes.

A breath of cult experimentation.

The other end of the can is something like a helmet, with several long needles inside, which should pierce the user's head when worn on the head.

The scars on the back of the heads of the three people downstairs must be caused by this.

"What are these things for?"

These machines completely touched upon Drogo's blind spots in knowledge.

"I don't know. It requires careful study." Fulin replied.

Doudou said, "I don't know, but I bet it's used in a very perverted way."

"Isn't it in their memory?"

"I've seen it. The only memories of these machines are before and after they were connected. The part in between is gone."

Drogo scratched his head and walked around the machine twice.

He now wants to take one back to study.

But these machines were fixed to the floor, and any signs of disassembly would be visible to the church.

Suddenly I noticed a large wooden box in the corner of the room.

Drogo walked straight over and scratched it away with his claws.

Inside was a magic device that had not yet been installed.

A bit different than the one in the room, its core is a tiefling.

"I think if we take it away, the church won't be able to find out."

Drogo said as he summoned a Mimic, ready to pick up the machine and stuff it in.

And the moment the claw touched the machine, a feeling of danger rose from the bottom of my heart.

This is an intuition developed from a long period of dangerous life.

He would have called it Drogo's Thrill.

But this time he woke up a little late, perhaps because his recent comfortable life had made him dull.

Anyway, the claw couldn't be retracted and pressed on the machine.

At this moment, consciousness seemed to be pulled out of the body.

At the same time, Drogo heard a voice repeating.

"Join the great Ascension..."

(End of this chapter)