Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 69 The Druids' Approach

At night, a chat group called Nature and Peace became active on the Magic Crystal Network.

"The plan proposed by Aaron has encountered some resistance."

A message caught the attention of Howard Katz, a nearly legendary elf druid who was over two hundred years old this year.

He did know about the plan that Aaron had proposed.

To be precise, it was suggested by the zookeeper; it was quite interesting.

It probably utilizes the intelligence of some intelligent creatures, such as dragons and unicorns, and incorporates performance elements, etc.

The goal is to enable zoos to operate profitably and self-sustainingly while protecting their areas, and even expand their scale to adopt more animal friends.

If this succeeds, it means they can take a share from purely commercial zoos and circuses.

The more share they have, the fewer oppressed animal companions they have.

"What happened?"

He quickly sent a message asking, "During the initial preparations, Aaron said that everything was going smoothly."

"The start was great; they hired a young red dragon as their performance partner. But the problem is, it was too good."

"It touched the interests of some guys, and they're planning to get involved and muddy things up."

"devil?"

"Is it those scumbags from the devil's gang?"

"It can only be those disgusting guys, right?"

Suddenly, many Druids popped up in the group chat.

They all pointed their fingers at the demons, whom the druids saw as parasites and vampires.

In many cities, ordinary zoos run by druids and with a semi-official nature have fallen into decline due to the more commercialized zoos run by demons.

"That's right, they are the devils."

The initial speaker confirmed the druids' guesses, and then he continued speaking.

"Given that they used irregular methods this time, the demigods said that we can retaliate directly this time."

"Are we counting both old and new grudges? Count me in."

"I am coming too."

"+1"

"Count me in!"

The group chat was buzzing with excitement, turning into a registration event. Howard thought for a moment, then sent a message into the group:
"It's time to let nature return to its proper place in the abyss."

"Let the bloody battle between demons and devils begin."

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"??"

"Holy crap? You newbies are already playing this high-stakes game?!"

"This is the natural will of the new generation!"

"What's the quickest and easiest way to solve this problem? Cut off the head of the culprit and use it as fertilizer!"

"This is fantastic! I love it!"

The so-called Abyss Blood War is the battle between demons and devils, with chaotic demons attacking fortresses guarded by orderly demons. Even today, after the Federation was established, nothing has changed.

"The underlying nature of the Abyss is chaos. The will of the Abyss will amplify the power of the demons that cause chaos and attack order. After this great battle, the participants' magic crystal armor will probably be upgraded."

"Then participants would need to be at least Tier 4, and wear military-grade magic crystal armor as a starting point."

"Only fourth-tier military-grade equipment has the ability to mimic the abyss and also the ability to receive the power of the abyss, right?"

A tech-savvy member in the group posted an inquiry.

Indeed, if one wants to delve into the bottomless abyss and impersonate a legendary demon or lord, a Tier 4 military-grade magic crystal armor is indispensable.

With it, and with the aid of mimicry and the power of the abyss, a fourth-tier armored warrior can behead a demon of mid-level legendary strength in a one-on-one battle.

Of course, this is on the premise that the demons do not possess military-grade armor of the same level.

However, in the Federation's combat order, apart from the top-ranking demons who need to fight alongside the ancient dragons... other demons are, in principle, not allowed to possess military-grade weaponry.

If they manage to find the hidden stash during this raid, the devils will be even more amused.

Possessing weapons is an unforgivable crime!
After all, the devils are the group with the most distinct class distinctions, the first to surrender to the Federation, yet also the most serious estrangement from the Federation.

They are more like member states than the elves.

The elves said no, while they said yes, but their actions spoke volumes—one was open, the other closed.

In the past few decades, it was even revealed that high-ranking demons planned to use the Nine Hells as an ark to escape the Crystal Wall System, but this was suppressed by the higher-ups.

Ultimately, after being bombarded with a flood of news, it became a topic of casual conversation.

"I do have the fourth-tier level, but I don't have the authority for military-grade equipment, so I can't participate this time."

“I’m available and I’m free, count me in.”

"I have armor, but I'm busy. Give me the coordinates, and I'll lend you my armor. Just help me kill a few more demons!"

"Is that even possible? Then I'll ask for an armor and get involved too. I've never used a Tier 4 military-grade magic crystal armor before."

The group chat suddenly became lively.

Let alone fighting demons, there are no innocent evildoers among a thousand that you could kill 1,500 of.

The mere experience of a Tier 4 military-grade weapon, theoretically capable of going toe-to-toe with an adult golden dragon, was enough to excite the participants.

It can only be said that only Druids would be in an environment where they could borrow such deadly weapons from each other.

If it were a lawyer, his peers probably wouldn't even know in their next life whether he had this as a trump card.

Druids wholeheartedly trust their companions, even if they have never met and live far away.

"Let's set a time. Everyone, first transform into the appearance of various high-level demons and go to different places to recruit low-level demons. Then, within three days, we will meet on the first level of the Nine Hells."

"Should we set a code word? Preferably something devilish?"

"Then, my men, let's begin the bloody battle!"

"That's simple and straightforward."

"That's it!"

"I said, just to be on the safe side, could we true legends participate? Forget about demigods, but I feel like I could persuade one or two saints?"

Seeing the lively scene in the group, even the experts who had been lurking started to participate.

"No way, you might get pulled down into the abyss and not be able to leave, right?"

“Truly high-level demons would definitely let this battle go unchecked. They can see through the trickery involved, so if you don’t participate, this bloody battle can still be brought to a close.”

“If you take action, the devils will easily think that this is the true will of the Federation, and they will be driven to desperation.”

"Alright, then I wish you all the best."

Inside a special compartment of the Magic Train, a wood elf, who was using special means to access the internet, sighed.

I thought we could go and have some big fun.

Do I still have to go home in the end?

I wonder what Cuiye City is like now.

Come to think of it, this incident with the devils seems to have originated from Greenleaf City?

It's another turbulent time.

The wood elf sighed.

Meanwhile, the elf Howard Katz arrived at his own underground collection.

As the layers of protection were removed, a massive silver suit of armor, powerful enough to fight a fully grown dragon hand-to-hand, was revealed.

"Storm, shapeshift and launch, Abyssal Mimicry Mode, Species, Balrog!"

As Howard gave the command, the head of the armor lit up, and a gentle, non-mechanical voice sounded.

"A storm is coming!"

　I got criticized again. The speed at which online novels are changing these days is something I, someone who's been reading for years, never expected. In previous versions, the protagonist suffering losses was a major flaw; now even doing useless work is considered a problem. The main issue is that the protagonist I designed was someone who came from the slums, someone who'd try anything, no matter how lucky… I've learned my lesson. Can I ask for a vote?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)