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Ron's eyes lit up when he heard the word "foundation".

He originally thought that the Qinghong Duchy was just an ordinary duchy, at most a bit more prosperous than the Heitie Duchy.

I never expected they had such a hidden trick up their sleeve.

Even the most destitute family that has ever descended from a kingdom should still have a few treasured possessions.

"What a pleasant surprise," Ron murmured, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his face.

When Grand Duke Qinghong saw his expression, his heart skipped a beat.

He said this to scare Ron away, but instead of backing down, Ron became even more excited.

He gritted his teeth and took out a yellowed scroll from his storage ring. It was covered with runes and the edges were curled and frayed, clearly an old object that had been around for many years.

"This is a demigod-level forbidden spell scroll passed down from our Qinghong family ancestors!" The Qinghong Grand Duke's hand, gripping the scroll, trembled.

"If you push me any further, I'll take you down with me!"

Ron, perched on Margaret's back, glanced down at the scroll.

You can sense that there is indeed a strong magical energy fluctuation remaining on it, but most of that fluctuation has dissipated.

Obviously, it has been stored for too long and has not been properly maintained, so its power is probably less than half of its peak strength.

"A forbidden spell scroll?" Ron chuckled.

"Go ahead and tear it."

The Grand Duke of Qinghong's face was ashen, his fingers gripping the edge of the scroll, but he hesitated to make a move.

He wanted to tear it up, but he knew better.

This scroll was a life-saving treasure acquired at great expense by his ancestor, a dragon knight; in the past, it could indeed destroy a city.

But he never got to use it before he died, and it has been passed down ever since.

Having been left unattended for hundreds of years, most of its magic has been lost. He himself doesn't know how much power it will still have if he tears it open now.

Moreover, even a forbidden spell from a demigod at its peak couldn't kill a demigod-level dragon.

He was caught in a dilemma, holding the scroll in his hand.

Ron noticed his hesitation and gave Margaret a wink.

Margaret understood, her dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and a demigod-level pressure was released without warning, pressing down directly on the Azure-Red Duke from high above.

Grand Duke Qinghong was only a second-level Grand Knight, and a complete fraud.

The aura struck him so hard that he felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. His face turned deathly pale, and he almost dropped the scroll in his hand.

It was only thanks to the blue nickel dragon beneath him that he didn't fall.

Sensing the aura of a demigod, the Azure Nickel Dragon instinctively let out a low growl, but the roar was clearly weak and trembling.

It was still recovering from serious injuries and could barely stand.

But Ron understood the principle of taking advantage of someone's weakness better than anyone else.

He didn't hold back because the Azure Nickel Dragon was seriously injured; Margaret's two-hundred-meter-long body appeared directly in front of the Azure Nickel Dragon.

Then it crashed into it hard.

Poor Blue Nickel Dragon, despite being over seventy meters long, looked as thin and weak as an immature dragon next to Margaret.

His body was directly deformed from the impact and he was sent flying backward.

The blue-red duke on her back was also knocked off, and Margaret caught him precisely with one claw as he fell from mid-air.

Ron sneered as he took the forbidden scroll into his hand and fiddled with it.

"My darling! My darling!!"

Although a lot of magic power has been lost, it is still barely at the demigod level.

Ron tossed the object in his hand, then grinned wickedly at the despairing Grand Duke of Blue and Red:

"Even if I gave you a chance, you wouldn't be able to use it!"

"Don't blame me for that; I'll take good care of your queen."

Then he should signal Margaret to deal with him.

At this point, Grand Duke Qinghong disregarded his image and hurriedly begged for mercy:

"My lord, my lord, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"I have money! I have money, I'll cooperate, I'll give it all to you!"

"Take the blue nickel dragon too!"

Ron didn't necessarily want to kill him, but killing a Grand Duke, especially the head of a dragon-raising family, would have a terrible impact.

He then signaled to Margaret to pause:

"Tell me, what do you have to offer to buy the lives of your Qinghong family?"

Grand Duke Qinghong looked somber, as if struggling to figure out what he could offer to appease Ron's greed.

Ron could tell from his expression that getting these kinds of businessmen to part with their profits was harder than taking their lives.

Without waiting any longer, they immediately released 30,000 Silver Dragon Knights.

They were led by the Frost Giants and Aiba.

Ron ordered, "Go! Empty the palace!"

The Knights were very adept at this kind of thing, and under the leadership of several commanders, they directly divided into several teams.

Those who need to block the door should block the door, and those who need to find the treasure vault should find the treasure vault.

The collaboration went exceptionally smoothly.

At this moment, the Grand Duke of Qinghong, with a mournful face, tried to stop him:

"No, no, no!"

Ron swung the dragon spear and placed it against the Duke's neck, causing blood to seep from the Duke's thick neck.

Sensing the chill emanating from the metal dragon spear, the Azure-Red Duke's voice gradually lowered.

But at the same time, as he watched the knights below begin to move his wealth out one after another, his heart began to bleed.

But Ron didn't care about that; instead, he looked quite satisfied.

"The cries of the weak are as melodious as wind chimes!!"

At this moment, the Blue Nickel Dragon that had been knocked away finally stood up.

Margaret's blow landed squarely on her.

With the strength of the Azure Nickel Dragon at the early stage of the third tier, coupled with its severely injured body, it took a long time to recover before it could barely stand up.

At this time, her condition was very bad, and she likely had severe internal bleeding.

He was still lame in one leg and was now on high alert, wary of Margaret.

The four major powers have caused a lot of trouble this time. During the last large-scale attack by the Mechanical World, it was basically these small principalities that took the lead.

The Black Iron Beasts of the Wild City, upon witnessing their marshal being ambushed and killed...

With their eyes bloodshot, these third-tier officials from the small principalities were in deep trouble, looking for someone to self-destruct.

A large number of Tier 1 Black Iron Beasts self-destructed on the battlefield.

The power of these people's self-destruction will also continuously deplete the health bar of a level 3 knight.

Finally, with the self-destruction of a few level-two Black Iron Beasts, a human level-three knight can be killed.

Furthermore, the major powers are cunning and consciously protect the dragon.

If they are seriously injured, they are allowed to rest in the rear; even humans don't receive this treatment.

Several major powers did not want the dragon to perish easily in the other world, as if the world's consciousness had vaguely conveyed relevant information to them.

Therefore, when the war ended, the number of fallen third-tier humans far exceeded that of the dragons.

The same situation applies to the Qinghong Duchy.

The Tier 3 Knight who led the team was killed in the explosion, and the Blue Nickel Dragon was seriously injured. They were then rotated to the rear to rest and recuperate.

That's how he survived.

Looking at the wary Blue Nickel Dragon, Ron thought to himself that this fight was going to be pretty bad.

Can it still be subdued?

No, let's just knock her out and dump her in the little garden!

(There will be an extra chapter tonight!)