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Where Margaret's dragonfire swept, towering trees were ignited, and tongues of fire climbed up the rough bark, licking the branches and leaves, making the wet green leaves crackle and pop.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring half the heavens, and the scorching heat made Ron's cloak flutter wildly.

The forest rangers who had been hiding deep in the white fog could no longer remain hidden; the fire forced them to emerge from the mist.

The formation appeared haphazardly at the edge of the flames.

The lead vehicle was a Stage 2 SUV with several old scratches on its body. Standing between the flames and thick smoke, the paint was so blackened by the smoke that its color was no longer visible.

Behind him were three or four hundred Autobots of various models, most of whom were first-tier elites.

The fleet mainly consists of off-road vehicles, with a few pickup trucks and jeeps as well.

They were fully armed and equipped, a completely different sight from the Autobots in the concentration camp.

Some people even tried to use water cannons to suppress the spreading fire.

But Ron had no intention of showing any mercy to these people.

They are the obstacles that prevent Ron from unifying the Green Forest.

They are bad elements, spies, warlords, tyrants, ambitious schemers, chameleons, opportunists, black hands, gangsters, and stumbling blocks.

He's a bad car operative who infiltrated the crowd.

We must strike hard!

Ron didn't give them time to hesitate.

Leading the charge, Margaret swooped down, and the silver-white dragon plunged straight into the center of the forest ranger formation.

The shockwave from the unfolding dragon wings flipped several Autobots in the front row to the ground, their tires spinning in the air, their armor slamming into charred wood nearby, causing the tree trunks to snap in two.

Ron swept his dragon spear across, piercing through a pickup truck, followed by an explosive burst of sparks from the spear.

With Ron leading the charge, the Silver Dragon Knights followed suit.

The Silver Dragon Knights flanked the forest rangers from both sides, their array of spears forming an iron wall that surrounded them in the center.

This was an unfair battle, with the forest rangers outnumbering Ron's more than 10,000 men by a mere three or four hundred.

Ron also used his special skills.

The passive ability was triggered – bullying the weak and taking advantage of the strong.

The battle lasted less than half an hour, and almost all of the forest rangers were reduced to wreckage.

The lead SUV was still holding on, but Margaret swatted it to the ground with a single swipe, shattering its armor and causing oil to gush out of the crack.

He struggled to his feet, but Ron walked up to him, his dragon spear pressed against his energy core, and spoke coldly:

"Take me to find red agate!"

"Don't even think about it. Red agate is our sacred object, absolutely not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ron pierced his chest with a spear.

"you......"

The SUV driver was also somewhat taken aback, clearly not expecting Ron to be so decisive, but it was too late.

Once the SUV's lights dimmed, Ron spoke calmly:

"I'm the villain, you bastard! I can't listen to your nonsense any longer!!"

"Hehehe~ Haha!"

Soon, the remaining few Autobots were also cleared away.

The entire forest ranger team was wiped out, not a single one survived.

After Ron collected all the wreckage into the small garden, the fire, which Margaret hadn't been keeping it afloat, quickly went out, but the white mist also dissipated completely.

As the fog dissipated, the scenery deep in the valley was fully revealed.

Giant trees, as thick as ten people could hug, are everywhere here.

Occasionally, you can also see some small mechanical creatures, such as mechanical birds and mechanical rabbits.

I never imagined that the Beastmen and the Carmen could coexist peacefully in this deep green forest.

But now even the most exotic scenery can no longer attract Ron.

He now wants to see what the legendary regenerated red agate actually looks like.

Soon, led by the guide, we passed through a quiet path.

We've arrived at the area guarded by the forest rangers.

What appeared before Ron was actually a man-made structure.

A huge altar-like object.

There are a total of seven steps, each of which is a huge stone platform.

Various fruits and flowers, resembling offerings, were placed on top.

But what attracted Ron the most was a huge cluster of red crystals resembling multifaceted crystals in the center of the altar.

Is that regenerated red agate?

Besides the largest cluster, there were also some smaller clusters of red agate around the altar.

It must have grown from being influenced by the middle part for a long time.

Ron gave a signal with his eyes.

Hart understood.

He led a squad of knights to scout ahead.

After checking inside and out and finding nothing amiss, Ron led little Margaret forward.

When he reached the red agate, Ron immediately sensed something was different.

The thickest main crystal in that cluster of red agate is over five meters tall, pointing sharply upwards.

The ones on the side grow at an angle, so they appear shorter.

It has a translucent, bright red ruby-like texture, with a clear interior that emits a soft red glow.

Bathed in red light, Ron could feel a gentle vitality emanating from above, like a warm spring breeze caressing his skin.

Without a doubt, the red agate was slowly releasing some kind of power, invisible yet perceptible, like the warmth of sunlight filtering through leaves.

After experiencing the vitality of red agate up close.

Ron was starting to believe that the existence of the Green Forest might very well be due to this red agate.

It slowly released its vitality over thousands of years, allowing forests to grow on this land that should have been as barren as other places.

The Autobots discovered it, built an altar to worship and enshrine it, and the tradition was preserved.

That's how a forest ranger team came to silently protect the red agate.

Ron reached out and grasped the small cluster of red agate beside him. It was warm to the touch, like holding a stone that had been exposed to the sun all day.

Break off a piece about the size of your little finger from the top.

Then he gestured for Hart to come forward.

As the sword flashed, a twenty-centimeter-long wound appeared on Hart's arm, blood gushing out, but he endured it without uttering a sound.

Ron held the red agate close to his wound, and a faint red glow emanated from the gemstone, covering the wound.

Within moments, the scratch closed up and healed in the red light, leaving a faint pink mark, before disappearing completely.

That small piece of red agate was just a little lighter in color.

He then called the garbage truck that had been leading the way forward and chopped off its right arm with a single sword stroke.

The other person was startled, then clutched their arm wound and showed a pained expression.

Ron ignored the other person's reaction, picked up the severed arm and stuck it on, and saw that under the effect of the red agate, the severed arm slowly regenerated.

In no time, it was completely restored.

He told the scumbag to move his arms, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Ron's eyes began to light up.

Then another sword strike came down!