Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

When Emperor Roman woke up, the tinnitus in his ears still did not stop, and he could only vaguely hear someone anxiously calling "Your Majesty".

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his vision was doubled, and he vaguely saw his guards, holding up their shields and forming a circle around him to protect him.

The number of guards was obviously wrong, with several missing. They probably couldn't survive the attack.

He was able to survive at his age and in such a good condition thanks to the protective enchantment on his robes.

After the war began, in order to prevent possible assassinations, all the clothes worn by the emperor had the highest level of enchantments, which were different from the enchantments before the war that only considered comfort and completely gave way to strength.

So even though he was only wearing a cloth robe, it was actually no different from a full set of mithril plate armor.

"Your Majesty is awake!"

Seeing him open his eyes, the personal attendant immediately shouted excitedly.

"Fate is indeed on your Majesty's side. I will help you up." As she said this, she was about to support the emperor, but he struggled and pushed her away.

Although all the senses have not recovered yet, the mind is barely clear.

One of the ancestral precepts of the Roman royal family is that anyone who leads the masses must be stronger than them all.

However, it does not require all members of the royal family to possess extremely powerful strength, which is also unrealistic.

The inheritance of talent may be the only fair thing in this world.

For people of the same race, the talents they are born with are basically a matter of luck.

Therefore, not all members of the royal family are good at fighting. Most of them are trained with natural talents and guidance from famous teachers.

The main point of this admonition is that all members of the royal family must always maintain an extremely tough attitude and not show their weak side to others.

From this perspective, it is almost inevitable that the Roman Empire will go to extremes.

It's extreme in nature.

The old emperor, who has been upholding the "virtues" of the Roman royal family throughout his life, still wanted to maintain his tough personal image even in such an embarrassing situation.

If you can stand up on your own, you don't need help.

Only the weak need support.

The old emperor stood up with difficulty. Just as he stood up a little, he felt severe pain all over his body. His muscles were simply out of control. No matter how strong his brain was or how firm the instructions were, he could not exert any strength.

Objective failure cannot be diverted by his personal will.

After taking a look at the servant beside him, the old emperor gritted his teeth and decided not to take the other's hand. Instead, he supported himself on the broken bricks and tiles on the ground, with his back against the wall, and almost relied on friction to get himself up.

After completing this series of movements, the old emperor was breathing heavily and looked as tired as if he had run several kilometers.

Even under the double blow of fatigue and pain, he did not forget to tidy up his clothes.

When I was tidying it up, I noticed that all the enchantments on the robe had been destroyed.

Logically speaking, although this level of impact is severe, it will not destroy the enchantment so thoroughly.

At this moment, the old emperor suddenly discovered that the state of the elements in the air was not right.

No magical perception is required, it can be seen directly by the naked eye.

Elements of various colors, such as bioluminescent plankton floating in the sea water at night, turn every place within sight into a fluorescent sea.

It is this phenomenon that directly dissolves the enchantment.

Perhaps it simply destroyed all spells in the area covered.

This was completely beyond his understanding. If the dazzling light ball engulfed an area of ​​several kilometers and spread the shock wave for tens of kilometers, it could be understood as some kind of extremely powerful spell.

The subsequent phenomena triggered were completely unlike the effects that magic should achieve.

It is a pure destruction without any impurities.

Does this kind of thing really still fall into the category of magic?

The old emperor wanted to see what his city had become after such a disaster.

So he staggered forward.

"Your Majesty, danger!"

"If they wanted to blow it up a second time, they would have done it long ago." The old emperor now had difficulty in saying a word.

He staggered through the gap left by the guards.

The room was in complete disarray. The closer to the window, the more completely it shattered. As for the window itself, it had completely disappeared, turning into small, transparent and dangerous fragments on the ground, leaving only an empty hole in the wall.

Looking through the hole, I saw the tragic situation in the city.

The buildings near the palace are still relatively intact, with only tiles and glass broken. Further away, closer to the Royal Research Institute, which is the site of the atomic bomb, you can see entire collapsed buildings.

The old emperor used Shenghuan's Eagle Eye Technique to explore places that were beyond his visual range.

The huge explosion triggered a chain reaction. The magic device shop was destroyed, triggering new explosions. The sparks from the explosion caused a fire in the ruined neighborhood.

Countless bodies of Romans can be seen among the broken walls. Like the buildings, these bodies become increasingly incomplete as the distance increases, until no human form can be seen, only a pool of flesh and blood, or even just some ashes or a little trace on the ground.

It was not until then that a surge of anger surged in the emperor's heart. So many decent, honest, and outstanding Romans were ruthlessly destroyed by the cruel and inhuman Drogo.

Maybe Drogo is really an ancient god or something, so he can be so cruel.

So many Romans...

Amidst the anger, there was also uncontrollable grief.

Revenge, revenge must be taken, revenge must be taken at all costs.

In his anger and sorrow, the old emperor did not realize that his accusations against Drogo were totally unfounded.

We cannot just ignore the cruelty of war when we have the upper hand and our army is wreaking havoc on other countries’ territories.

Eagle Eye advances to the ground zero.

Although he had anticipated the power of the attack, he was still shocked by the scene here.

The original Royal Research Institute has completely disappeared.

Cleaner than the window in his room disappeared.

The entire area became a circular hole, as if an ice cream scoop had been used to dig a hole in the ground.

The gravity in the area became abnormal, and countless pieces of rubble rose into the sky until they reached a balance and floated in the sky.

The changes in the elements here were also extremely serious. The sensors released by the Eagle Eye Technique soon could not be maintained and completely collapsed.

Looking at the once prosperous city, the old emperor was in a daze.

Suddenly, gray-black debris fell from the air and landed on his face.

He reached out and wiped the crumbs off with his fingertips and looked at them carefully.

It is a bit sticky and I don't know what the particles are originally.

Looking up at the sky, there are no dark clouds, just debris floating all over the sky.

The old emperor realized that it was the wreckage of the dead city that had been washed up to the sky and was now falling down from the sky again.

"His Majesty?"

The servant reminded in a low voice.

The emperor came to his senses.

"Let's go to the safe house and gather all the ministers who can still move. I want to hear the damage statistics and the research on this attack. Send half of the guards to the city to help with disaster relief."

……

Despite suffering such a devastating blow, the empire still maintained a high level of efficiency.

Soon, all the surviving ministers gathered in the royal safe house.

Fortunately for Loman, the loss of his key player was not serious.

After all, the more important the minister, the closer his residence was to the palace and the farther away from the institute that no longer existed.

But other than that, it's all sad news.

"After preliminary estimates."

A minister reported that they had tried their best to estimate the losses, but it was only an estimate. With such a huge impact, it would not be a task that could be completed in a short period of time to calculate the statistics.

“In terms of production, the Royal First Military Factory, which is mainly responsible for the production of battlefield constructs and individual shields, has been completely destroyed;

“The Royal Third Army Factory, which was responsible for the production of armored fighting vehicles and ammunition, has been completely destroyed;
“The Empire’s first, fourth, and sixth magic stone energy production plants were all destroyed;
“Militarily, the Western Defense Corps station has been completely destroyed;

“The Kumushan Demon Reserve has been completely destroyed;
“The synthetic demon cultivation area has been completely destroyed;
"In terms of research," the minister raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the emperor, without seeing any change in his expression, "the Royal Research Institute has been completely destroyed."

The emperor sighed helplessly.

“So, none of the nine filming locations for the Magic Shadow project remained.”

"Yes, we have already started to interrogate the crew members who remain in the country. So far, we have not obtained any useful information. It is very likely that they really know nothing. So they..."

"Guilty, no need to stay."

The emperor said lightly.

"What about other losses?"

"The military has launched search and rescue operations in all affected areas. No survivors have been found in the main target areas, and the soldiers involved in the search and rescue are believed to have been affected by the elemental changes caused by the explosion and are experiencing symptoms of physical discomfort."

"Have you figured out the reason?"

"No."

The emperor was not at all surprised by this reply.

The minister continued to report: “The current predicted death toll may reach 50, and the loss of reserve demons is about , accounting for % of the current total reserve;

"The synthetic magic reserves have been completely lost, and only the individuals left have been sent to the front line;

"Magic Stone energy production capacity has dropped by 70%, and armament production capacity has dropped by 50%. Among them, armored vehicle production capacity has dropped by 80%, and battlefield construction production capacity has been completely lost;
"Based on the current consumption, we can conservatively estimate that we can maintain the current battle line for another 40 days."

"There are still forty days left. Is that good news?"

People will laugh when they are helpless. Now the old emperor, who is extremely helpless, also started to make a joke.

"What about reconstruction? Is it possible to rebuild?"

"The reconstruction of the military factory and the magic stone production plant is expected to be completed in four months at the earliest."

It sounds fast, but compared to the battle line that can only be maintained for another forty days, it can be said that by the time it is completed, the empire will have been destroyed.

"The demon reserves cannot be restored within a hundred years, and the Royal Research Institute and the synthetic demon training area..."

The minister was very reluctant to talk about the result.

Throughout history, messengers who delivered bad news often met with bad consequences and were inevitably the target of anger.

But I can't not say it.

He lowered his head and said, "It is impossible to rebuild it at present. The empire's scientific research talent pool is completely unable to support a training area and a royal research institute."

If the nine supreme rings exploded in succession, which one would cause the greatest blow to the Roman Empire? I'm afraid the only two options are the training area and the research institute.

Many of Roman's scientific research talents had already left, and the remaining best ones were all in these two places.

They not only represent the scientific research strength of this generation of Roman, but they are also needed to guide students and pass on knowledge. Now they are all gone.

It can be said that this directly led to a break in Roman science.

After hearing this, the emperor could no longer keep his sanity and judge the situation, and he just felt a headache.

Since the empire was defeated in the last war, it took nearly a hundred years of preparation and six generations of emperors’ efforts, but it was all destroyed in their own hands.

"How do you think the current war should continue?" he suddenly asked.

This is a life-threatening question.

The minister lowered his head even lower.

"I……"

"You think you should surrender, but you don't dare to say whether it is right or not."

Obviously guessing what the minister was thinking, his body trembled visibly.

"But do you know why you are the minister and I am the emperor?"

Because your dad is.

The Minister wanted to answer.

But his desire to survive restrained him.

"Because you are cowardly, you don't have the courage, you are not strong enough!"

The emperor looked a little crazy.

"You think we should surrender, you all think so, and the enemy thinks so too. When the enemy lets down their guard, they are at their most vulnerable. They cannot possibly replicate the blow they delivered today. If they could, there would be no need to give us a chance to breathe.

"So, attack! We must attack! Attack with the most fierce force, concentrate all our resources and hurt the enemy!"

He did not say defeated, proving that the old emperor still had some rationality at this time.

"Only by hurting our enemies and letting them know that the empire is not something they can trample on at will can we have the capital to sit at the negotiation table instead of being served on a plate and divided up."

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At this time, in Sutton.

"Seven, eight, nine, great, they're all back. I believe the goal has been achieved, right?"

At the coordinate point where the One Ring was teleported back, Drogo, Figithin and a group of others were welcoming the well-deserved hero.

Nine people taking pictures of magic shadows.

"Huo An, why did you come back the latest? I thought something happened to you. I almost thought I had lost a big director."

Drogo teased Huo An, who returned last.

He looked a little depressed, unlike the others who were excited about their own accomplishment.

"I know a Roman man, he's a scientist, a very good man, he shouldn't have died." Huo An replied.

"Oh, what a pity. But there are too many people who shouldn't have died. If he doesn't die, someone else will. Just take it easy and treat it as accumulating creative material."

Drogo didn't care much for it.

Huo An went to blow up the synthetic demon breeding area. No matter how undeserving the death of people there was, they were not innocent.

Next, a relatively simple welcome and celebration ceremony was held for the ring bearers, and the rings were taken back.

This thing can't be left in one person's hands.

More formal ceremonies and commendations will have to wait until the war is completely over.

During the ceremony, Figesin looked serious and thoughtful the whole time.

Drogo noticed and asked curiously, "What happened? Why does it look like the mission failed?"

"I wonder what the Romans will do next."

"of course……"

Drogo wanted to answer and surrender, but then he thought that these Roman people were not in their right minds.

"I think they might suddenly strike back, like a dying person's last gasp."

"I think so too, so I have to make some preparations."

"Anyway, I don't know how to fight a war, but I know that Roman's resources will definitely not be able to withstand the consumption, so it's better to let them go."

"fly a kite?"

"The words in the game are there to help you play the game more. It's very informative."

Then Drogo explained what flying a kite was.

After hearing this, Figosin laughed, "As expected, you are still insidious."

"I'll take it as a compliment." (End of this chapter)