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Chapter 184 Despair and Hope! The Miraculous Dragon Egg! (Please Subscribe)

In another world, in a forest, an aerial evacuation is underway...

"Sweep away those flies behind your butt!"

The butcher gripped the handrail inside the cockpit and roared at the machine gunner beside him.

The heavy machine guns roared, scorching bullets flying out in a frenzy, leaving trails of fire in the dense forest behind them.

These machine guns, specially equipped with ceramic and magnetic elements, exploded immediately upon encountering low temperatures.

boom! Boom!

Some ghosts were damaged, and although their forms are still reassembling, it will obviously take a long time.

Before he could catch his breath, two support rockets roared in from behind, grazing their fuselages before plunging into the horde of vengeful spirits that were hot on their heels.

The rocket did not explode violently, but instead burst open in mid-air, spraying out a sky full of silvery-gray powder.

Those are specially made neodymium iron boron strong magnetic powders, mixed with a certain polymer, forming an invisible magnetic net in the air.

Several gray-blue vengeful spirits that were in the process of coalescing crashed in, their bodies instantly twisted and torn by the powerful magnetic force, emitting a silent shriek.

Then, as if blown away by the wind, it was pulled back and forth between decomposition and condensation.

However, without the power supply from the magic array eye, these ghosts became increasingly dim, and gradually they could no longer be detected by human eyes.

"Well done!" the butcher praised, but his heart remained heavy.

This was the most disastrous evacuation their Butcher Squadron had ever experienced since its formation.

The mission objective was to capture the elf Celine, which was thought to be a piece of cake. However, at the target location, under that strange red-leafed, white-skinned tree with a human face, they unearthed a dragon egg wrapped in tree roots.

News came from headquarters that since the dragon egg was removed from the ground, the magical energy fluctuations throughout the forest have dropped sharply.

They initially thought this was a good thing.

But who could have imagined that this would be like stirring up a hornet's nest? The ghosts that were originally wandering aimlessly in the vicinity of the forest, hunting and killing creatures, suddenly swarmed towards them like sharks that had smelled blood.

Looking at the slightly sparser vengeful spirits in the rearview mirror, the Butcher shouted into the cockpit, "How much longer until we reach the front-line defense point! Is everything ready over there?"

"Two minutes! Hold on tight!" The driver's voice was as calm as ice. "There's a lot of people blocking the road ahead!"

"Damn it!" Butcher grabbed the cockpit. "Why are these bastards so aggressive now that the core of the formation has been broken?"

Nobody had time to answer him.

The Z-20 transport aircraft flew dangerously low over the forest, its fuselage almost brushing against the tree canopy.

In the forest behind them, countless gray-blue figures darted and leaped among the trees at an astonishing speed.

Every now and then, ghosts that broke through the blockade would leap up and crash into the fuselage, attempting to switch to a void state and infiltrate.

boom!
The fuselage suddenly shuddered, and the external ceramic protective plate cracked, revealing the magnetic protective layer covered with circuitry underneath.

A series of electric sparks flashed wildly, and the vengeful spirit was thrown away, but the lights in the entire cabin also flickered, and a chilling coldness seeped in from the point of impact.

"Thirty percent of the ceramic plate on the left side is damaged! The magnetic confinement field is decreasing!" the gunner shouted.

"Never mind them! The other reinforcements are here, quickly microwave them!" the butcher roared.

The friendly aircraft responded immediately, sending an invisible, directional electromagnetic microwave across the area. The bodies of the several pounced ghosts froze instantly, then churned violently like boiling water, their forms becoming unstable.

Although the human attacks were effective, more condensed ghosts poured out of the forest and fearlessly attacked the aircraft, and the firepower network was already showing signs of being stretched thin.

"Report! Turret number three needs reloading! It needs cooling!"

"The propeller is about to break!"

Bad news comes one after another.

Cold sweat beaded on the butcher's forehead. He glanced at the elf Celine, who was tied up in the corner, her face pale but staring intently out the window, and then at the strange bullet placed in the special metal box. He felt anxious and worried.

"Hey, our reinforcements have arrived..."
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Hundreds of kilometers away, New Arigian City appears to be a ghost town from the outside.

The forbidden magic "Nightmare of Return to Nothingness," unleashed by the elves themselves, finally slowed its rampage after the out-of-control ghosts carried out a bloody slaughter.

There was no other way; the elves that were openly known had basically all been slaughtered.

Looking around, the entire city had become a bizarre place of death.

The streets, squares, and under the eaves are littered with ice corpses of all shapes and sizes.

Those once vibrant elves, the unicorns representing power and loyalty, and all sorts of rare and exotic creatures carefully raised by the elves, all remained in their most terrified postures before death, their lives frozen in this moment forever.

As the sunlight appeared, moisture appeared on many of the corpses, and as it melted, it made these spirits look even more terrifying and miserable.

This disaster, caused by the uncontrolled spread of forbidden magic, claimed the precious lives of at least tens of thousands of elves.

It will take a long time for the new city of Erangel to recover.

Elves already had difficulty conceiving, and with magic entering an irreversible period of decline, the elven birth rate dropped to a very sad level.

Coupled with the surrounding environment, the places they guarded, the nearby neighbors, and various diseases, the elf population never increased.

At this moment, the only signs of life in the entire town are found in the city center and a few sparsely populated places like the prison.

Under the sacred tree in the town center.

The remaining two thousand or so elite elves of New Erigian City stood with their backs against this ancient giant tree, forming the last line of defense.

They watched as the gray-blue vengeful spirits continuously converged from the city, their faces filled with undisguised fear.

"Zi-"

A newly returned vengeful spirit discovered humans and, defiantly attempting to attack, was immediately met with an arrow with a thick head fired by an elven warrior.

The powder, a mixture of powder, iron powder, and magic crystals brought in by the Sacred Tree, exploded immediately upon contact with the condensed ghost's body.

The ghost was blown apart without even emitting a silent shriek.

Its form was pulled by an invisible magnetic field and some strange force, turning it into a bizarre, constantly twisting mass of mist.

This ghost cannot be restored in the short term.

Some vengeful spirits attempted to swoop down from the sky or infiltrate from the ground, but the sacred tree lowered an almost transparent curtain of light, like an invisible bowl, firmly covering the entire core area.

Both the sky and the earth were completely sealed off by this seemingly thin and fragile barrier.

The futile collision failed, and the vengeful spirits once again coalesced on the ground, staring intently at the survivors within the barrier with their empty eye sockets.

As time went on, the number of special condensed ghosts increased, panic spread among the elves, and despair first spread among the non-combatants, with suppressed sobs rising and falling.

In the heart of the sacred tree, Governor Grice, pale and weak, leaned against the thick trunk.

He had a wound on his hand, and the blood was being absorbed by the tree bark at a visible speed, turning into energy to support the barrier.

His hair had begun to lose its magical green glow.

His body trembled violently from blood loss, and his lips quivered.

Just as he was about to give up, he mustered all his strength to squeeze out two words: "Tina..."

Standing beside him, a resolute-looking female elf nodded.

Without the slightest hesitation, she drew the dagger from her waist, deftly made a cut in her fair palm, and then resolutely pressed her hand against the tree trunk beside her.

hum!
The almost transparent shield, which had already begun to flicker, now had its light become more solid.

At the same time, the female elf named Tina swayed and almost fell over.

She could clearly feel her life force being frantically drained from the wound on her palm, and a sense of weakness from the depths of her soul made her legs go weak.

"Not enough, not enough blood!"

"For Errigian! For the Kingdom!"

Upon seeing this, an elderly elf, revered in New Elrigian, growled, bit off the strip of cloth binding the severed arm, and pressed the wound directly against the tree trunk.

"To survive!"

"Damn it, we brought this on ourselves..."

Some people cursed, but many more took action.

One by one, they stepped forward, cutting their skin with daggers, arrows, and sharp armor plates, offering their life-giving blood to the sacred tree that was supporting the energy shield, allowing them to linger on.

The precarious protective barrier finally stabilized again thanks to this tragic collective sacrifice.

However, there was no joy in Grice's eyes as he looked at the transparent light screen that had become solid again.

He stared intently at the tree trunk in front of him. Just moments ago, a leaf close to his wound had turned from bright red to withered yellow at an alarming speed, and then silently drifted down.

This is not good news; the life force of the sacred tree in New Erigian is rapidly withering.

Grice's hand rested limply on the rough bark. The sacred tree no longer emitted a gentle life force, but rather a sense of decay that was gradually becoming stagnant, as if life were entering its final countdown.

He raised his head and looked around. Most of his once proud kinsmen now had faces ashen, relying on their last will to give their lives to the sacred tree.

Despair, like the deepest swamp, engulfed his heart.

Miscalculated.

They completely miscalculated.

The Nightmare of Return to the Ruins—this dark magic, sealed away in forbidden pages, is even more terrifying than what is recorded in the books.

It attacks everyone, friend or foe, without any distinction.

All the lives sacrificed will be frozen and slaughtered in the most extreme pain and resentment before death.

As long as the source of magical energy remains unbroken, these monsters will attack any living thing within their sight.

It was thought to be the perfect plan to deal with humanity.

Unfortunately, they messed it all up.

If I survive, perhaps I will become nourishment for the Mother Goddess's continued existence?
Ha, it seems I'm about to face the end of my life.

Grice thought to himself, then laughed at himself.

Using prisoners of various races as sacrifices and precious magical containers as the core of the array, they attempted to control forbidden magic, gather an unparalleled army of vengeful spirits, and then have the ranger troops at the front use magical bait to lure the invading humans and destroy their army.

They thought they could let humanity taste what it's like to be overwhelmed by despair.

But who could have imagined that those terrifying forbidden weapons of mankind could shake the foundation of elven magic, ultimately causing their magic to completely spiral out of control?

The perfect plan to shift the blame eastward failed before it even began.

"Forbidden weapon!"

Thinking of this, Grice gritted his teeth.

He witnessed firsthand, through bird's-eye view, the devastating bombing that descended upon the front lines, transforming into a scene of utter destruction akin to a miniature sun.

Because of the forbidden weapons frequently released by humans, the coordinates of the magic circle node in New Erigian City, which should have been on the periphery, were fatally shifted.

What should have been merely a source of energy support and theoretically the safest rear area instantly transformed into a second gathering center for vengeful spirits.

Because the magic went out of control, they became the pyre they themselves set on fire.

“Lord Grace…” Tina’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke in his ear, “Everyone’s blood is running low.”

Grace turned her head and saw that the flow of blood from her hand, which had been pressed against the tree trunk, had slowed significantly.

Not only her, but all the sacrificers' wounds began to show an ominous dark purple hue.

This is a sign that life force is about to run out.

Is this the end of the future for New Erigion?

Just then, on the outermost edge of the defensive line, a young elf on guard suddenly let out a strange cry.

"Look! Look at those monsters!"

Her voice was shrill, filled with disbelief.

Grys ​​looked up wearily, and following the direction of his finger, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the distance, the gray-blue vengeful spirits that had caused them such heavy losses began to turn transparent, like cheap blue ink scattered by the wind, with gray light spots constantly emanating from their edges.

This is……

Before anyone could react, an even stranger scene unfolded.

A vengeful spirit whose body was dissipating suddenly turned around, its empty eye sockets staring intently at a solid companion beside it. Its sharp claws transformed into a phantom, tearing off a large chunk of flesh made of resentment.

The attacked vengeful spirit let out a silent roar, while the attacker pressed the stolen resentment onto itself, and its rapidly dissipating body visibly solidified for a moment.

Although it was only for a brief moment, it managed to gain a brief period of "survival".

Immediately afterwards, as if a fuse had been lit, the entire horde of vengeful spirits descended into chaotic infighting!

Instead of attacking the shield, they frantically attacked their own kind, stealing the energy that was dissipating from each other in order to delay their own fate of returning to nothingness.

"Hahaha..." The elven warrior was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, then let out a hoarse laugh, "A bunch of idiots, even in death they still fight like dogs!"

Grace's heart began to pound.

It wasn't a fight between vengeful spirits; it was the energy of forbidden magic reaching its limit for some unknown reason!
The magic itself is dissipating!

Were those humans the ones who destroyed the magic array's core?

He was thinking this when he suddenly spoke up: "Gentlemen, good news!"

With all his might, Grice straightened up from the tree trunk, his hoarse roar drowning out all the noise.

"The magic of the Nightmare of Return to Nothingness has begun to dry up. This is all thanks to the Mother Goddess's blessing and the Prophet's merit!"

His voice was very weak, but it rekindled hope in the nearly broken hearts of every survivor.

"The magic is about to wear off. We just need to... just hold on a little longer!"

Upon hearing this, the ashen despair on everyone's faces vanished instantly, replaced by a euphoric joy at surviving a catastrophe and... a rekindled desire for life!

"hold onto!"

"For Errigian!"

Suppressed sobs turned into resolute shouts, and the elves' eyes shone again.

Looking at the chaotic ghost realm outside, and then at the fragile light screen, they made the same move in unison.

They pressed their wounds even deeper into the trunk of the sacred tree.

Hope is right in front of us. Hang in there, and you'll survive!

……

Inside the prison in New Erigian.

After hearing the commotion outside, Lani and the others who were still imprisoned signaled everyone to remain quiet and wait for safety.

This wait lasted a very long time.

The screams outside gradually subsided, and the sounds of battle almost disappeared.

Before I knew it, several hours had passed.

"Lani?" an elf asked in a low voice.

"Don't speak. Those magical vengeful spirits seem to be targeting you through sight and sound. Keep quiet and wait for this to pass," Lani said. The many imprisoned elves, in order to survive, naturally didn't say anything more.

Lani, meanwhile, looked at the water source at her feet.

They were already extremely hungry, and the guards outside may have been affected by the magic of "Nightmare of the Ruins," resulting in heavy casualties.

"Are we going to die?"

She thought this to herself, but unfortunately it was completely silent outside, and they had no idea.
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The Z-20 transport helicopter, its rotors creaking under strain, landed shakily on the tarmac at the front line, bearing numerous wounds.

Several pieces of the temporary magnetic field generating armor installed on the fuselage were torn off, revealing dents underneath, indicating that it had experienced a fierce battle during the evacuation.

The twisted hatch slid open suddenly, and the Butcher and his men crawled out, bringing with them the smell of blood.

"Doctor! Where the hell is the doctor?!"

The butcher roared in a gruff voice as several soldiers carried a stretcher off the plane. On the stretcher lay a young man, his legs haphazardly bandaged with military uniform fabric, dark red blood soaking almost every inch of them.

The military doctors, who had been waiting in advance, rushed over with a mobile hospital bed.

"You all get up here, leave the rest to us!"

They took over quickly, the scissors swiftly cutting open the blood-stained thick trousers, and various first-aid equipment immediately began to work.

Immediately afterwards, several soldiers worked together to carry Celine, who was under control and under anesthesia, off the plane.

The elf looked to be in bad shape; its clothes were torn in several places, its face was hit, its eye sockets were swollen, and its arms were unnaturally twisted, clearly indicating that it had been engaged in ground combat.

The atmosphere was completely different next to another landing helicopter.

The doctor who ran over didn't see any wounded soldiers, but only a body tightly wrapped in a black body bag, lying quietly on the ground.

"This……"

A soldier who had just disembarked from the plane took off his helmet and wearily wiped his face: "A fallen soldier!"

The military doctors remained silent, solemnly saluted the body, and then turned to help the other lightly wounded.

The butcher turned his head away, not wanting to look at the black bag.

If they had been faster, perhaps they could have escaped unharmed.

He strode over to a pilot.

"Where's the plane? I need to send my things back!"

"Captain, the propellers are about to give out, and we have another mission?" The pilot wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Send this back to the research institute as fast as possible! The Ghosts are still on their way here. This thing is definitely suspicious!" Butcher pointed to a heavy ammunition box that had just been unloaded, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Top priority!"

"What's in the ammunition box?" one of the other support pilots asked, before Butcher pried open the box with a loud bang.

There were no bright yellow bullets or green grenades inside.

It was a huge oval-shaped object, lying quietly inside shock-absorbing foam.

Its entire body gleams with a dull metallic luster, and its surface is covered with layers of scale-like structures, but many of the scales have been petrified, giving it a grayish-white texture.

"An egg?" The pilot leaned closer, his face full of question marks.

A daring ground crew member curiously reached out to touch it.

"Don't touch it!" the butcher hissed, startling the man.

"Holy crap," the ground crew member said, pulling his hand back with a look of utter disbelief, "This thing... I feel like it's alive?"

"It's alive?" Another person next to him stared wide-eyed. "It's giving me the creeps."

The thing was completely still, but everyone present felt a strange sensation.

A faint but vibrant aura emanates from this half-metal, half-fossil "strange egg," like a heart sealed within an ancient rock.

“A strange egg that appears to contain magical energy.” The Butcher repeated the description from the mission briefing, succinctly. “We don’t know how many uses this thing has, but whatever it is, your mission is to return it intact.”

He slammed the lid shut with a loud thud.

"Use a shielded box to completely isolate it physically and electromagnetically, and keep people away from it! Also, notify the rear to get the magical shielding working as soon as possible."

The ground crew looked at each other, their curiosity replaced by seriousness.

Together, they carefully lifted the heavy box into a specially made transport container with a lead-gray luster on its inner walls.

A new transport helicopter took off urgently, carrying the mysterious cargo, and roared into the sky, disappearing into the gradually darkening sky.

The butcher stood on the tarmac, looking up at the departing plane until it became an invisible dot.

This mission, aside from rescuing a comatose elf, being chased by ghosts along the way, and nearly having the helicopter destroyed en route, only brought back this thing.

He had a strong premonition.

This strange egg definitely has a lot of honey inside!
the other side.

An observation post at a heavy machine gun position in a frontline defense base.

An Kang braced himself against the gun butt, his cold hyperspectral glasses pressed against his eye sockets, blocking out all external light.

These glasses were made in imitation of a certain movie and are mainly used to lock onto attacks from condensed matter ghosts.

At this moment, although the defense base had made the area impregnable, the troops reported that the newly manufactured weapons and ammunition had achieved results.

However, this was the first time the ground troops had encountered attacks from those energy entities, so they were naturally cautious.

Their lives are their own; they don't want to be frozen into ice blocks by those guys!
Ankang had just rubbed his eyes when the observer's calm voice rang out in his earphones.

Although the other person's voice startled him, it was like a tension amplifier, making his heart skip a beat with every number.

"Enemy target approaching... Five, four, three, two, one!"

"Target has entered the designated area!"

"Fire!"

The moment the order was given, the entire base at the front line seemed to come alive.

First, on the rear positions, dozens of mortars roared simultaneously, their shells tracing high parabolic arcs and accurately striking the marked coordinates.

Immediately afterwards, the large-caliber machine gun roared as it tore through the air, and the shells, with their propellant charges deliberately reduced, exploded in mid-air as they approached the target area.

boom! boom! boom!
Countless iron sands containing strong magnetism instantly formed a deadly metal storm, completely covering an area several kilometers in front of the position.

Through the hyperspectral glasses, An Kang could clearly see those gray-blue, twisted figures emerging from the forest, like moths drawn to a flame, crashing headlong into the deadly trap network set by humans.

There were no screams, no wails.

The moment the ghost came into contact with the magnetic iron sand, its body flickered and boiled violently, as if it had been thrown into boiling oil.

The energy that constitutes the body then enters a state of neutralization and disintegration.

Some of the smaller ghosts didn't even have time to struggle before they disintegrated and scattered on the spot.

If the dragon egg is still there, and magical power is continuously supplied, these condensed energies will be able to repair themselves.

Unfortunately, humanity's plan to strike at the heart of the enemy's power base succeeded in destroying the enemy's energy nodes.

This is not finished.

The rockets, trailing long plumes of flame, chased after the massive creatures attempting to bypass the metal storm. Each explosion was like a dazzling firework lit up in the night sky, shattering a condensed ghost into pieces.

Although the number of ghosts is very large, the human-made heavy firepower is also very fierce.

In the brief lull between rounds of fire, An Kang's pupils, which were constantly monitoring the area ahead, suddenly contracted.

At the edge of the field of vision, an extremely dim gray-blue shadow, at an incredible angle, skimmed across the edge of the explosion at high speed, breaking through the first line of defense!
"Grass!"

He didn't have time to think; his body's instincts had already pulled the trigger.

Da da da!
The specially designed high-magnetic bullet was fired instantly, leaving barely visible trails of light in the air.

The bullet struck the figure precisely, causing it to shake violently and become indistinct.

But it didn't disappear!

The thing paused for a moment, then charged toward the fortress's firing port at an even faster speed!
"Old Zhao! Magnetic trap bullets!" An Kang roared, continuing to pull the trigger, using a dense hail of bullets to slow down the enemy's advance.

"coming!"

Zhao Yi, the comrade next to him, reacted extremely quickly, and with a smooth and fluid motion, aimed and fired a heavy shotgun with its supply chain adjusted.

"boom!"

The muffled gunshots rang out in the cramped bunker, making everyone's eardrums tingle.

A special munition the size of a fist shot out and exploded in mid-air, scattering a sky full of shimmering ceramic, iron and other composite powders.

The charging ghost plunged headlong into the powder, as if sinking into a quagmire.

The moment the composite material comes into contact with its body, it's like a red-hot iron, scalding its energy body and causing it to churn violently.

The powder, like a leech, quickly adhered to the object and frantically interfered with its energy flow.

The ghost let out a silent roar, its twisted form struggling violently in the air, but ultimately it could not hold on and unwillingly turned into specks of light, completely dissipating.

"call……"

An Kang was panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face.

"Damn, this thing is really weird." Zhao Yi spat, deftly reloaded a full belt of ammunition into his shotgun, and had his comrades install the empty belts. "So, An Kang, after seeing this, do you still want to mess with elves? These things were all elves in their past lives!"

"We'll see..." An Kang pulled back the bolt, ejecting the scalding hot cartridge case, his eyes never leaving the observation port. "First, survive..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Zhao Yi followed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Something doesn't feel right!" An Kang's voice was a little dry.

Through the hyperspectral glasses, the ghostly waves in the distant forest did not weaken; instead, they became even more turbulent.

Amidst that gray-blue wave, An Kang always felt that something was about to appear and attack them.

……

Command center!
"Report! The ghost's attack has been thwarted!"

How many casualties did we suffer?

"There are no casualties so far, but ammunition consumption is quite high."

Has the magic energy detection been reduced?

"In the last hour, the level has dropped another notch, but there are still many condensed ghosts, constantly threatening us!"

"Keep a close eye on the defense!" Su Mingjin frowned as she watched the frontline combat video. "When will we get results regarding what Butcher's side obtained?"

"Reporting to General Su, the interrogators are consulting with the elf about the situation."

"Report any news immediately!"

"Yes!"

After the human frontline troops clashed with the ghost army and gained an overwhelming advantage, Gong Pengfei hurriedly emerged from the elven prisoner-of-war area.

The questioning went smoothly, and Annie spoke frankly.

At the same time, the butcher and others who had just finished fighting went to the rear to rest and wait for new missions to arrive.

……

Behind us is the Institute of Materials Analysis.

The atmosphere in the all-white, sterile laboratory was solemn.

Several researchers in white lab coats were looking around a lead-gray shipping container that had just been opened.

Leading the group was an elderly man with half-white hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Professor Peng, a leading figure in the field of materials science.

His gaze was fixed on the oval-shaped object that had been taken out of the box.

"What is this thing?" a young researcher named Wen Min couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Report!" a dusty soldier answered at attention in a loud voice, "Captain Butcher recovered a special target at the front. The elven prisoners say it's a dragon egg."

Dragon egg?

The two words exploded like a bomb in the quiet laboratory.

Everyone present, including the usually composed Professor Peng, widened their eyes slightly behind their glasses.

"Are you sure it's a dragon egg?" Professor Peng pushed up his glasses, his tone becoming serious.

“Yes! According to the elven captive Anise, this thing can hatch into a dragon!” The warrior paused, then added, “Unlike the one we almost faced head-on before, this one has life and eats.”

"Western dragon?"

"Yes, a winged dragon! Annies said that dragons are huge, the kind that blot out the sky."

Such a small egg? How can it grow so big?

"Oh, I thought it was an Eastern dragon!"

Even so, things were not calm in the laboratory.

Dragons, special magical creatures from another world.

They can breathe fire, and adult dragons can blot out the sky.

Even magical dragons often possess extremely high intelligence and can even speak human language.

Among the messages Annies sent to humanity was the terrifying news of magical dragons destroying other kingdoms.

I don't know if the dragon's flames are more powerful, or if the human's armor-piercing bullets are more potent!
In the footage previously transmitted from the battlefield, the magma dragon, although it had no wings, was spewing dragon breath capable of melting armor.

If the enemy were to fight against humans, it would be a nightmare for all ground troops.

Now, an egg that could hatch that monster is placed before them.

If they could control this thing and put it in a zoo, it would definitely become the zoo's star attraction!
"Is it dangerous? Can I touch it?" Wen Min couldn't suppress her itch and raised her hand, which was wearing a polymer glove.

"There's no immediate danger, you can touch it. President Su said it's okay."

With permission, Wen Min took a deep breath, carefully reached out, and gently touched the dragon egg covered with gray metallic scales, some of which had begun to petrify.

The feeling upon first use was quite peculiar.

It has a hard texture, like a mixture of some mineral and gemstone, but what you feel at your fingertips is a clear warmth, and you can even feel something pulsating rhythmically under a thin shell.

“It looks just like the real thing!” Wen Min blurted out.

"Did the elves say whether this thing is dangerous?" another researcher asked nervously.

The soldier replied, "Annies said that newly hatched dragons pose no threat, but once they grow to adulthood, they look like what we've seen before."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a slight weight lifted from their hearts.

There is no immediate danger, so they are the best research material!

"What are you all standing there for!" Professor Peng's voice pulled everyone back from their shock. "Prepare for high-energy particle scanning! Xiao Zhang, take samples and do spectral analysis! Professor Wen Min, are you in charge of analyzing the materials?"

"it is good!"

"All data must be collected immediately!"

The entire laboratory instantly transformed into a high-speed, precision instrument.

The legendary magical creatures are an irresistible temptation for those of them who have spent their lives studying materials and physics.

Just like the unicorn skeletons recovered from the battlefield, after analysis, they discovered that the horns of such creatures could resonate with magical particles in a special way, producing a paralyzing effect when attacking certain creatures. Their bone density and muscle fiber strength also overturned existing biological understanding.

Now, a dragon egg that is still alive and capable of hatching a dragon is placed in front of you. The value it represents is simply immeasurable.

"Professor, come quick!" suddenly exclaimed Xiao Li, the researcher in charge of the scanning.

Everyone gathered around immediately.

On the screen, a preliminary internal structure diagram has been generated.

The eggshell was not the calcium shell composed of organic matter as expected, but rather scales composed of organic matter and various metallic elements.

In addition, it has a complex structure of metal wires similar to those found in integrated circuits!
These metallic threads, visible only under a microscope, converge at the base of the dragon egg's scales, clearly indicating something that absorbs atmospheric energy!

Professor Peng stared intently at the screen, his hand, which was adjusting his glasses, frozen in mid-air.

"A more detailed scan of the inside of the dragon egg."

"Report: The interference is too strong; light cannot penetrate. Wait, this dragon egg is absorbing our probe light!"

"Some kind of pattern that absorbs energy from the air? An internal structure like a black hole?" he muttered to himself, his usual composure completely gone.

"This thing has extremely high scientific research value!"

(End of this chapter)