After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

Cold sweat dripped down Yang Hao's face. And just sixteen minutes into the battle—Miss Black Dragon sighed:

“Let me go.” Miss Nia stretched helplessly. “Anyway, I’m of no use here except to carry you up to higher places—but Your Majesty Yang Hao, I have to make it clear to you, this isn’t free.”

"You are a diplomat from Issugard."

“But frankly, if I don’t go, who else can you turn to?” Nia shrugged, knowing this was her chance to prove herself. “But I have one condition—Your Majesty Yang Hao, if I do well, please reserve some time for me to travel to Isugard to guide our development. It won’t be too long, no more than two years. Of course, I also guarantee that even if I die there, the United Nations will not bear any subsequent diplomatic responsibility. I guarantee it.”

"...You're just making empty promises. No Isgard will believe a guarantee from our mouths." Before Yang Hao could reply, Finn frowned. "You're the only Isgard here. Without a second respected Isgard witness, do you really think your country will believe such a simple statement?"

Finn's concerns are a harsh reality. After all, to put it bluntly, only Nia the Black Dragon is a native of Isgard on the entire continent of Eden. After her inexplicable death in the New World, how many Isgardians would be willing to believe the words of the United Nations officials who accompanied her at the time?

But Black Dragon Nia is truly guaranteed.

She pursed her lips, and amidst Finn's sudden blush and Elena's puzzled tilt of her head, she plucked a blackish-red scale from the soft scales on her chest. She then held the scale up and waved it in front of Yang Hao's eyes:

"Our dragon race's unique token of commitment—through this scale, the people of Isgard will know whether you're lying. Time is limited, so I can't demonstrate everything, but I'm willing to guarantee it. After all, our dragon race doesn't just hand over these scales to anyone else."

So, what's your decision?

Nia's question drew everyone's attention to Yang Hao. After a brief moment of thought, Yang Hao chose to put the scale into his pocket.

Because he really didn't have a better choice.

“I promise you, if you can help us stop the high-ranking demons from pursuing the soldiers retreating the third line of defense, I will set aside some time to go to Isgard for you.”

He was just going to Isgard on a business trip—something he had experienced countless times in the Roman Empire.

He could bring a few elven mages skilled in teleportation along with some magic storage devices, and he could even travel between the two continents every day on his business trip, working in Isgard in the morning and returning to enjoy life with Theresa in the evening.

It's just another work location, right? And it's only limited to one or two years. You can even find opportunities to collect industrial technology from Ysgard—what could be more profitable than that?

Yang Hao readily agreed to Nia's request, and Nia, with a half-smile in her dark red eyes, leaped up from the height.

She transformed into a massive black dragon in the air, roaring as she flew towards the wave of high-ranking demons and demon larvae that were breaking through the enemy lines.

She wouldn't be foolish enough to land directly and engage these demons in hand-to-hand combat. After all, even for a black dragon, her wings and soft scales remain her greatest weaknesses.

If the former suffers too much damage, it may never be able to fly again.

The latter is the weakness of all dragons—the soft scales are located directly in front of the heart, and once the heart is destroyed, even a powerful dragon can only die with regret.

Not to mention...

(Am I now a black dragon almost immune to magic?! I didn't even get a chance to be saved by magic, so I absolutely cannot let demons attack my weaknesses...)

Nia muttered to herself, then roared and swooped down from the sky, unleashing her first dragon breath of the day at a fire-breathing demon that was clearly the epitome of evolved physical armor.

Bear--!

The black dragon's flames caused the fire-breathing demon to scream in agony. The fire-breathing demon possessed only a few special features with extremely high fire resistance; to use a metaphor familiar to dragons, it was like a biological act used for reproduction.

Just because a few specific openings can accommodate something over ten centimeters long doesn't mean your chest cavity can be pierced by that thing and you'll be unharmed.

In other words, the fact that the fire-breathing demon's mouth, esophagus, and stomach can withstand extremely high temperatures does not mean that its skin and flesh can withstand the black dragon's high temperatures, which are enough to melt steel.

Not to mention that the armor they've evolved to combat physical damage is the perfect heating tool!

With each layer of enhancement, Nia's first breath of dragonfire resulted in the defeat of a high-level demon. This achievement delighted the black dragon and allowed her to observe the various details of the demons' evolution up close.

"I just breathed fire once?! Why are you guys evolving into a ballista-like structure to attack me?!"

Some of the high-ranking demons attempted to retaliate against Nia, who was high above them, using the acid spray nozzles on their shoulders. However, after witnessing the agile black dragon easily dodge the slowly flying fluorescent acid, they began to evolve a structure similar to a ballista.

On their arms, incredibly resilient bows made of bone and flesh appeared. Then, veins and blood vessels began to spread along the bows, eventually straightening the originally bent bows of flesh and blood while also pulling out their own ribs.

As blood gushed out, the high-ranking demon's ribs rapidly changed under the influence of evolution. The high-ranking demon howled in agony, his body visibly weakening—it seemed demons wouldn't resort to such a near-suicidal evolutionary method unless facing certain death...

But in the end, in less than twenty seconds, Nia witnessed the demon evolve into a flesh and blood longbow, and saw a demon rib transform into an arrow—although this bone arrow had no fletching and didn't look very sharp... but this unbelievable speed of evolution still made Nia's scalp tingle, and at the same time, it solidified one idea in her mind:

"I absolutely have to bring him home!!"

To prevent Ysgard from being destroyed by another demonic calamity, to prevent Ysgard from being helpless in the face of such a terrifying enemy, and to ensure the future survival of their homeland...

Nia made a decision.

The very night Yang Hao was lured to Isgard, Margarita raped him. If she refused due to emotional reasons, then he would take matters into his own hands!

(Anyway, he's a decent person. Polygamy is supported in their country, so there's no moral or legal problem. It's great—damn it, how did I become this shameless black dragon...)

Nia sighed inwardly, and the next moment, she rolled in the air, breaking out in a cold sweat, and dodged the bone arrow that came from who-knows-where.

Maintaining the current altitude is still too dangerous. With a swoop, it grabbed a high-ranking demon that was loading its arrows and was emaciated from the evolution of its second [arrow], and then dragged it into the air.

Nia released her grip and watched from above as the demon plummeted from hundreds of meters in the air, smashing several high-ranking demons into a bloody mess. This also made her realize something.

Even a black dragon couldn't possibly defeat a hundred monsters by itself.

The old idea of ​​a single dragon forming an army is outdated. She must have Margarita continue reforming Ysgard's current military and industry. She absolutely must.

Chapter 11: The Wisdom of the Mother Nest – 3/5 8K

The black dragon fought the demons from high above, and the elven archmage took the opportunity to unleash extremely powerful elven magic on the high-ranking demons who were huddled together.

This time, it wasn't just vines entangled the high-ranking demon's body; a force called "wind" was tearing at the demon's flesh, causing the black dragon, which couldn't move as nimbly as eagles while flying above, to curse repeatedly.

"Don't you fucking shoot our own troops?!"

The black dragon's roar did not stop the archmages from casting spells. They simply continued chanting, and the gale not only did not weaken, but actually became even stronger.

Driven by the gale, the magical vines that were wrapped around the demons began to use the wind to hang thorns on the demons in the distance. With the help of the wind, they further expanded the area they could cover and expanded the cores that would have disappeared when destroyed to several. This allowed these flesh-eating vines to continue growing even after losing one or two cores, until the moment when the mages canceled their spells or their magic power was exhausted.

All the high-ranking demons entangled by the vines were trying to evolve their armor into magic-resistant skin, but under the combined effects of a hail of bullets from afar and the vines constantly absorbing nutrients and flesh from their bodies, the vast majority of the entangled high-ranking demons ended up as dried corpses.

This seemed to be the "Combined Magic" recorded in elven tradition—just as Yang Hao was pondering this, Elena suddenly spoke up:

"Question: Why can't these two spells be combined into one? At this stage, what could be accomplished by one mage now requires two groups of mages. It's very inefficient. It would be better to separate them and use them together."

Despite being the most powerful magic of the elves, to Elena, a true Eden, the elven magic was actually primitive and incoherent.

On the one hand, it's because the Kingdom of Eden, as the nation that invented artificial magic, has completely upgraded its research on magic into a complex of "magical technology," rather than just simple "magic."

They were researching how to make the use of artificial magic and spells more efficient through combined methods. Naturally, the elves' traditional spellcasting methods were far behind their own technology.

This does not mean that the elves are backward.

Rather, it's because the Edenians have an exceptionally strong understanding of magical technology.

Their magical technology was so advanced that even the most powerful elves in magical application seemed like infants casually displaying immature toys in their presence. However, Yang Hao had always intended to further develop the elven spellbook, so when faced with Elena's confusion, he simply turned around and comforted the clearly dissatisfied Fen, stating that this was the foundation for future changes.

More than that, they were naturally more concerned about whether the demon army had been dissuaded.

“For now, with Nia and the combined magic in charge, our army should be able to retreat to the third line of defense without any problem…” Finn stated, “but this will not determine the course of the war—the number of demons is increasing. We must have the archmages waiting in the rear send more troops and supplies up from the surface… otherwise we will soon be at a disadvantage due to insufficient supplies and manpower.”

“I know.” Yang Hao nodded. “Let’s do it now—but I personally believe that the number of demons is only one aspect of the threat… More importantly, their rate of evolution is simply too fast.”

Due to the United Nations' high killing efficiency, the ratio of demons to United Nations soldiers is approximately 1:10.

This is an acceptable numerical difference. After all, if they were the original demons, they wouldn't be able to quickly breach the barbed wire defenses, nor would they be able to pose a threat to archers from a distance.

The problem is that the demons of today are not primitive at all. They are evolving at an alarming rate, even faster than their demonic hives can produce larvae and hatch young.

In less than half an hour, they evolved a [gun barrel] to launch acid bags, a [Breaker] like a tank to destroy barbed wire, and even vaguely evolved detachable [external organ] structures...

All indications suggest that the most threatening aspect of the demons is not their numbers or their special abilities.

Their greatest threat is their speed of evolution!

"...Elena, after completing preparations in Eden, we need to wipe out all the demons on this floating continent." Yang Hao took a deep breath and turned to Elena to state his position. "We cannot allow these evolved demons to find their way to other places—to prevent new demons from directly obtaining this evolutionary data from their ancestors after the next demonic calamity... We must eliminate all the demons within Eden."

Elena wholeheartedly agreed: if the demons who had previously only fought with the Kingdom of Eden weren't terrifying enough, then after the United Kingdom displayed their weapons and actually taught the demons more technology and tactics, the demons of the Kingdom of Eden had now reached the point where they had to be annihilated.

Although the Edenians originally intended to keep a few demons for dissection and research... it seems that it would be better to get rid of them as soon as possible.

If it can be handled.

With this in mind, the artificial magic reactor finally reached its 20th minute of official startup.

On the third front, the black dragon, having finished her work, hovered in the sky, panting, taking a short rest. She had truly experienced the difficulty of dealing with high-ranking demons, and even more so, the limits of her own abilities as a black dragon. She finally understood that in the future, individual strength might no longer be important—if a nation's overall strength did not increase, how could they possibly contend with these surging, monstrous demons?

"Phew... But this makes me wonder if His Majesty Yang Hao might suddenly die one day—with Gaparia and Bayrzans, and now I have to lure him to Isgard. Who knows, this Eden might become his prey someday... The Seals of the Four Kingdoms? Hahaha... This guy is definitely going to die, right? Should I just have Margarita turn him into a vampire?"

Miss Black Dragon muttered to herself, panting as she transformed into human form and quickly descended to the ground, before transforming back into dragon form to cushion the fall.

She happened to witness the elven mages teleporting a fresh batch of troops up from below. Watching wave after wave of Allied infantry and golems advancing methodically towards the third line, and seeing that they seemed to have brought in quite a few more heavy machine guns to continuously suppress the demons... the black dragon's eyes were filled with envy, while she also noticed some wounded soldiers who urgently needed to be evacuated.

After thinking for a while, Heilong decided to go and ask if there was anything she could do to help in order to gain more favor with His Majesty Yang Hao.

But unexpectedly, the elves didn't need her help—because the wounded had already received their final treatment and would be teleported directly to Fingel for the best possible care. Even if the black dragon could fly there, it would still be too slow compared to a group teleportation spell.

"After all, what they need now is convenient teleportation, not turbulent flight transport... Besides, the demons' flying units might not be completely blocked by the Eagle Knights—so Miss Black Dragon, you should rest well for now. We don't need your help for the time being."

Sweating profusely, the elven mages, after sending men to settle the wounded in a better place, muttered something again, seemingly preparing to cast another teleportation spell to move back and forth between the two locations.

Nia took this opportunity to observe the condition of the wounded soldiers of the United Nations. She walked up to one of the wounded soldiers and watched as the elf in charge of medical care treated the soldier's wounds caused by the acid corrosion.

The magic of the elves is indeed powerful—severe injuries that would essentially leave humans to suffer and die in the human world can be healed by elves with just a little magic.

However, since the upcoming battles might require a significant expenditure of magic, all the elves could do was use as little magic as possible to ensure the wounded didn't die from their injuries.

left.

(To ensure the success of the war on the front lines, all that's needed for the wounded is to make sure they don't die...? But then again, it makes sense. Elven magic seems to be able to regenerate severed limbs, so as long as they don't die, sending them back to the elven capital shouldn't be a problem...)

As Nia pondered something, she calculated the number of wounded soldiers in the entire logistics camp.

There were approximately six hundred wounded soldiers in the entire rear camp, but no one had died—thanks to the elves' help, even Bayern soldiers who were unfortunate enough to have acid in their faces received immediate and proper treatment. This was a privilege that armies elsewhere simply did not have the right to enjoy.

However, among these 600-plus wounded soldiers, even the lightest injuries would almost require amputation in an ordinary country – a condition known as "severe injury." In other words, without the help of the elven mage, these 600-plus wounded soldiers wouldn't have survived this long...

Watching the wounded soldiers encouraging each other, and seeing how they had to pretend to be nonchalant even while enduring the pain, Nia sighed inwardly.

She thought of the colonial army, and of the warriors of Ysgard who fought across the continent of Elusia.

If these warriors had also received healing from elven mages, perhaps the losses suffered in this attack on Roman would have been even smaller? But upon further reflection, if one truly hopes that the army of Isgard can obtain the help of the elves, then indeed... the best way is...

Forget it.

Nia shook her head.

I've already achieved half of my goal this time—being too hasty isn't a good quality. That's enough for now.

She sighed. She listened to the rumbling cannon fire from ahead while witnessing the archmages transferring the wounded.

As the teleportation spell gradually took effect, the recruits, who were huddled together, vanished without a trace under the magic of the teleportation.

Nia could only say: