Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

The monk aimed at the attacking Hell Mosquito and swung his right fist seemingly casually.

Compared to an ordinary person's fist, it seems that there is nothing special about it except that it is faster.

However, the moment the fist touched the demon mosquito, the entire body of the mosquito exploded like a watermelon thrown against the wall, and the fat body and hemolymph mixed into a yellowish-brown liquid, splashing everywhere.

As the mosquito exploded, the elemental bomb mounted on its abdomen was also detonated, and raging flames enveloped the monk in the blink of an eye.

"Success!" Jack shouted excitedly a hundred meters away.

At this distance, he couldn't see exactly what was happening, but he could roughly see the monk being engulfed in flames.

In his understanding, when a person is completely burned by fire, there is no reason for him to live.

Captain Yu Mo's thoughts are not as simple as his.

She ordered, "Follow the second one."

Another demon mosquito carrying a dangerous elemental bomb flew out of the bushes and rushed quickly towards the monk.

Just as she expected, another punch was thrown suddenly in the fire, this punch brought out a high-speed air flow, directly extinguishing the flames.

This punch took twenty years of practice, and a mere flame could not stop it.

Looking at another mosquito flying in the distance, the monk realized that this was not some strange creature in the forest, but a planned attack.

It was the same group that was attacking from the main gate.

Now the problem is very clear, where is the enemy, what kind of enemy is it, and what are these mosquitoes?

He casually blew up another mosquito, and this time it was the frost element that exploded.

Interesting opponent.

No gun was used.

As a monk who is absolutely confident in his body, he does not like weapons like guns. Even casting spells on strange mosquitoes is more interesting to him than shooting them with a gun.

At least I studied it myself, and it's not like a gun that anyone can use after just practicing.

A weapon without background.

He didn't know that these self-destructing mosquitoes were also mass-produced.

Mosquitoes attacked him one after another, but he blocked them one by one without suffering any harm.

The monk, who was experienced in combat, did not attack rashly as he was able to determine the approximate direction of the enemy.

Although these mosquitoes came from different directions, there were relatively more of them in one direction, probably that direction.

He is now thinking about the best way to play.

Using bugs, it is most likely a druid, but druids will not hang bombs on animals, even if they are bugs.

Could it be that there is now a druid society that studies the combination of machinery and nature?
These mosquitoes smell like creatures from hell. They might be sorcerers who are borrowing the power of the Grand Duke of Hell, or simply demons.

There are many devils on the battlefield.

But demons usually don't hide in the dark and throw things. Most of the time they will rush up on their own, shooting as they go.

This is what the devils like to do most on the battlefield. Any gun in their hands is a "submachine gun".

Maybe it’s because he’s not afraid of death, he has a completely gaming mentality when facing the battlefield.

Even though he was an experienced monk, he couldn't tell who was against him for a moment.

While he was thinking, the Devil Squad was studying him.

"Weak Thunder!"

The demon said excitedly.

After blowing up almost all the elemental suicide mosquitoes, he finally found one element that the monk did not take head-on and instead dodged slightly.

"Gather all the lightning mosquitoes and prepare for the second stage..."

Following the captain's order, a large number of magic mosquitoes took off into the air and attacked in a cluster.

When the monk saw the swarms of demonic mosquitoes in the distance, he did not panic, but stood still and got into position.

His fists moved so fast that it was as if he had grown more than ten hands. The afterimages formed an invisible barrier, and wherever his fists reached, there were the remains of the demon mosquito.

Although the swarm of insects came from all directions, no one could break through.

The monk is now certain that no matter where his opponent comes from, his maximum ability is not enough to penetrate his defense.

To be on the safe side, he should hold on here, consume the number of these bomb mosquitoes, and not go deep into the jungle.

It's not that he was afraid of other ambushes, but he was worried that if he rushed out, someone would take advantage of his absence to enter the stronghold.

After all, protecting the stronghold is the main task.

He did not believe that the enemy's bombs were endless, and he was certain that the reinforcements from the Roman Corps would arrive as soon as possible after learning that they were under attack.

Killing the opponent is not the most important thing. Completing the task that should be completed is the real victory.

And in today's battle, he will be the winner again...

Just when the monk was relaxing, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck from above his head.

He was unable to dodge in time, as there were demon mosquitoes everywhere around him, leaving no room to dodge, so he could only take the attack head-on.

Fortunately, he had a strong physique, so being struck by lightning was not a serious matter.

However, he was struck by more than one blow.

While he was busy dealing with the magic mosquitoes flying around, he did not notice that a large group of magic mosquitoes, all equipped with thunder spells, quietly flew right above him.

The Magic Mosquito drone can not only self-destruct, but also be thrown from the air.

However, since it was thrown down with its entire abdomen transformed into a bomb, the Demon Mosquito could not be used a second time.

At this moment, dozens of mosquitoes gathered above the monk's head.

In an instant, lightning strike magic, lightning arrows, thunder slash, thunder wave, thunder cloud magic, pure lightning element bombs, etc., fell like rain.

It's not a big deal, but it's not without injury.

When too many small injuries accumulate together, the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, which is no longer a serious problem.

The monk began to feel an intense burning sensation, the high temperature from the lightning strikes scalding his skin.

Now he understood that those mosquitoes that came to die before were just trying to restrict his position.

Damn, he should have looked up sooner.

The intensive lightning strikes left him no chance to find a way out.

The electric current passes through the body surface, through the bones and muscles, and directly reaches the abdominal cavity and heart.

The burning sensation turned into a sharp pain from the inside out.

The severe pain was unbearable even for the monks who had practiced hard for many years.

He could no longer maintain the frequency of his punches, his limbs began to feel numb, his consciousness became hazy, the invisible barrier dissipated, and the swarm of insects that was originally used for a feint attack also began to inflict fatal damage.

Countless mosquitoes drowned him. Various spells, like light pollution, alternately detonated on his body, and his entire body turned into a shining light ball in a nightclub.

The spell bombardment lasted for a full ten minutes.

Captain Lust Demon gave the legendary monk the highest respect and had to make sure that he had no ability to fight. If he could move at all, his team members would most likely go back to hell.

Moreover, people from the Shenzhen Research Institute said before that this box of drones was for them to try out, so there was no need to save them, just use them when necessary and then write a good experience feedback report at the end.

Thus, under the attack of the spell "Fireworks Show" that did not consider the cost, the legendary monk was completely unable to move.

If there is a ranking list of legendary figures who died the most miserable deaths, this monk should be on the list.

After the bombing, the succubus used a telescope to observe from afar for a few minutes. After making sure that the remains of the monk, which looked like a human being, were completely motionless, he led his team members to prepare their guns and maintain a tactical formation to approach.

On the battlefield, they cannot relax at any time. They have suffered too many losses like this.

Although death is acceptable, if there are too many deaths, the higher-ups will deduct their commissions, and they will have less money...

Such tactical qualities are also the reason why this team becomes the elite among the devils, different from its peers who can only charge forward roaring.

The team stood on guard and walked over to the poor monk.

It has a human form, but not a human appearance. Even in war, it is considered a miserable death.

No, it seems that he is not dead yet.

"He seems to be still breathing," the Hell Devil said naively while holding his precious heavy machine gun, "I have never seen a human being who can live this long."

"Nonsense, otherwise he would be a legend."

"Then what are you still looking at? Shoot again." said the demon.

The Hell Fiend aimed his gun at the human who made him very curious about why he was still alive and fired another burst of bullets.

The gun fired in bursts for almost a minute, with a full magazine of bullets.

Thus, the first legend of the Roman Legion who died in this war died from a bunch of mosquitoes and a one-minute shooting.

"How many drones did we use?" Captain Lust Demon asked the pilot Horned Demon.

"Just over 400, with dozens left."

"More than four hundred, for a legend..."

The captain made a comparison in his mind.

“It should be profitable.”

She didn't know how much these drones were worth, nor was she sure how difficult it would be to create a legend among other races.

But judging from the relaxed tone of the Shenzhen Research Institute staff when they let them use it as they please, the drone shouldn't be that expensive.

As for legendary humans, considering the number of legends she had seen, they were extremely rare and were definitely more important than four hundred drones.

"I need to give it a good review in the report..."

The captain said this as he led his team members into the Roman army stronghold from the rear.

What she didn't know was that considering the resources consumed in the growth of a legendary figure, the difficulty of training him would make it difficult to even exchange him for four hundred drones.

Four thousand, or even forty thousand for one, is a huge profit, and Drogo can keep doing this.

The Devil Squad penetrated deep into the stronghold from the rear. Because the main defensive forces were fighting on the front line, there were not many soldiers in the stronghold.

They easily cleared the defenses here and reached the rear of the front battlefield.

As the remaining dozens of drones took off and flew towards the Roman army's defense line from the rear, after a series of explosions, the frontal defense force of this stronghold was also declared to have been breached.

The demons also suffered heavy losses. Of the hundreds of demon warriors, only a little over a hundred are left.

But there was no time to rest. Their mission was not to capture this stronghold. This place was located in the area controlled by Roman, and reinforcements would definitely arrive.

Their mission was to break in within a limited time, try to figure out what the place was for, and take away any important things they could. If they couldn't, they would blow up the place.

The remaining demons immediately divided the areas and searched separately.

The lust demon also brought her team members to the responsible area and kicked the doors one by one.

A sense of déjà vu as if bandits were entering the village.

But the devil entering the village is more terrifying than bandits entering the village.

They didn't steal things. They just kicked the door open to take a look, took what they thought was useful, and threw a grenade in if they really didn't understand.

It doesn't matter whether they are combatants or not. They are here anyway. It's bad luck to run into them. It is assumed that they are all enemy troops and there are no prisoners.

The team's door-kicking and blasting process went smoothly until...

"Captain, this door can't be kicked open!"

"If you can't kick it open, it will explode. If you kick it open, it will explode anyway!"

"Ow!"

The Pit Fiend took out his precious big bomb from his backpack.

He prefers this thing to big guns and only uses it at critical moments.

After installing the bomb, he was like a child setting off firecrackers, hiding far away and covering his ears.

With a loud bang, the door was blown away.

The smoke cleared.

"There's a demon!"

The Deep Hell Demon's shout immediately put the entire team on alert.

"direction!"

"Uh, it's just in the door. It, it doesn't seem to be moving."

"What do you mean it won't move?"

The Devil of Lust walked over, only to see the Devil of Hell pointing at the door and standing there in a daze.

The direction of his finger was a berserker, a basic type of demon, but it did not rush over madly like the common demons.

Instead, it looks like a doll, hung on a rack with an insert behind its neck.

Like an automatic toy that replenishes magic energy.

"Is this how the demons we see on the battlefield come from?"

"I thought humans were capable of forming an alliance with demons, but it turns out this is how they are controlled."

"What do they use to deliver things to the devil?"

The Hell Demon was relieved to see that they would not move.

Mustering up his courage, he went over and pulled at the rack where the demon was hanging, dragged it out and exposed it to the sun.

There are many such demons inside, and they won't move.

Following the wires connected to the shelves, the Devil Squad went deeper into the warehouse.

Not long after they walked, the captain suddenly stopped.

"Now I know why there is a legendary monk guarding the back door."

In front of her was a group of naked humans, who seemed to be the locals. They were soaked in a large vat, and tubes were inserted into each of them, which were connected to the tubes on the demon's body through a strange device.

"They control demons. Are they using humans to charge their energy? Or are they manipulating them?"

The Devil said uncertainly.

"Could these be people from Jack's village?" The Horned Demon didn't know whether he should call Jack in to identify them. These people had no vital signs.

"*** (devil's curse word), the Romans are even more perverted than those people in the Deep Research Institute!"

……

A few days later, Feilin, except for Loman, became the headline news in all newspapers, the first broadcast of all news programs, and the hottest news on every website.

"Shocked! The evil deeds of the Roman Empire."

"It is a shame for humanity! It is a shame for intelligent creatures! The Romans have committed an unforgivable crime."

"Using intelligent creatures as raw materials to manipulate demons, every pore of the Romans is dripping with blood and filth."

"What did they give up in order to win?"

……

Because of a successful raid on a stronghold, the Romans' method of using demons was completely exposed.

Although there had been many speculations before that the demons on the battlefield were abnormal, no one had expected that the truth would be so terrible.

The reason why the Roman army captured so many prisoners finally became clear.

As raw material for supplying demons, and also as raw material for controllers that control demons.

"Thanks" to the exposure of the scandal, public opinion in all countries on the continent finally became unified.

Overthrowing the Roman tyranny is urgent. (End of this chapter)