At first, Lilith suggested to Lind that since they had already arrived in another world, perhaps their aesthetic should be changed as well. However, at that time, Brother insisted that it was only right to stick with this style, and even Lind attempted to restore the texture of plastic using cloth strips.
Well, people always reminisce about their hometowns in different ways, and this must be one of Brother’s ways of nostalgia. But when Lilith saw the people below, including some nobles studying art who praised Lind’s color scheme for being simple and elegant, and even each color’s symbolic meaning had been thought out for him, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat restrained.
As the cloth strip, which Lilith considered to be ridiculously rustic, was lifted, what was loaded on the transport vehicle was exposed without reservation.
Behind these transport vehicles were rows of rocket cannons.
Although the dragons didn’t know what this thing was, they could tell at a glance that those tons of round tubes mounted on the back of the transportation device were not anything good.
The blue dragon clarified a bit, saying this was just a tool that humans used to launch bricks of different shapes and sizes.
“Human knights!”
The blue dragon spoke disdainfully, with authority, “I don’t know what new tricks you are playing, but I think we should talk.”
Well, although they were just bricks of different shapes and sizes, getting hit by one still hurt quite a bit.
“Instead of killing each other, why don’t we join forces? If you’re dissatisfied with our previous proposal to establish a new united country on the continent, we can discuss it further.”
“Impossible!”
At this moment, Lilith stepped forward and approached Anastasia. Only Lilith had the qualifications to negotiate with the dragons at this level.
The mobility of these giants was quite troublesome. If they didn’t take the opportunity now to weaken these dragons’ power, there might not be such a good opportunity later.
According to Sister-in-law’s speculation, after the tower was just converted into the Tower of Babel, these dragons immediately abandoned Cape and swiftly gathered for a fierce attack, indicating that for whatever reason, they would definitely want to take down the tower. It would also prioritize removing the tower afterward; under such circumstances, if they didn’t inflict pain on this group of dragons, they would likely engage in endless harassment of the tower.
The tower absolutely must not fall; otherwise, Brother wouldn’t be able to go to the sky, nor could he use the weapons mentioned by 550C that could decide the outcome.
Indeed, the tower was an inescapable nightmare in the hearts of these dragons on the Solun Continent. Dragons inherently disliked things that required them to look up, and the current tower had surpassed the dragons’ imagination entirely. The blue dragon had a premonition that if they didn’t take down this tower, something terrifying would definitely happen.
Meanwhile, below the tower, Myron, who was itching to act, commanded, “Negotiations have broken down, prepare for war!” while within the dream.
In fact, if reviewed by professionals, this rocket cannon was simply a makeshift contraption. Not only was there no modular launch box, but all the rocket tubes were very rudely fixed together. Even adjusting the firing angle of the cannons required the Knights of Lars to do so by hand, and loading ammunition was purely manual work.
Low emotional intelligence: it was just fixing the rocket cannon to the vehicle.
High emotional intelligence: old-fashioned targeting, paying tribute to the classics, capable of operating under extremely harsh conditions.
After all, the earliest self-propelled rocket artillery vehicles were set up this way, with rockets mounted on tanks.
But it didn’t matter; as long as they could cover fire, that was sufficient.
The missiles being continuously launched collided with the dragons’ breath, and alongside the high-level professionals on the tower putting forth all their efforts in support, even the original black fog was reflected in a multitude of colors.
The dragons revealed their claws, and as they said, in a desperate struggle, the dragon clans from M Continent were no match for the ferocious group of dragons from Solun.
Of course, the merchants from M Continent still valued their lives. Using missile-shaped bricks to fend off two dragons was a fair use of the funds provided by their allies.
One dragon, enraged, dove down, its breath blocked by the magical shield, but the dragon’s sharp teeth and claws would not be.
To be honest, it was Myron’s first time seeing a dragon flying close to the ground, and it was also the first time he felt the pressure that dragons could exert just by their size. If not for the fact that these dragons prioritized their safety and stayed high up, in a melee, no one could gain an advantage before the dragons.
However, Myron, being a high-level professional, managed to block most of the damage from this impact, so the dragon, having lost its height advantage, also lost its most effective means of defense. This dragon subsequently became the first dragon captured by humans after destroying most of the rocket cannons.
The ancient dragon, which was continuously gaining altitude, saw the scene below. Upon noticing the blue dragon that was constantly targeting it with human weapons, it let out a helpless roar and took the opportunity to summon other dragons still in battle to ascend.
Regas wanted to pursue but was stopped by Margaret, who said, “If you go any higher, this thing that’s more useful than dragon breath will become too spiritual.”
The ancient dragon had already realized that human weapons were about to reach a “critical point.” At that point, the dragon could attack humans while humans had no way to counter the dragon. From then on, it would be difficult for dragons to attack humans unilaterally from high altitudes.
Under such conditions, there was no way to storm the heavily fortified tower, and they could even end up losing more dragons. However, unless humans completely conquered the sky, as long as they kept rising, they could still flee, with the initiative still resting mostly with the dragons — though not by much.
At this point, it would be best to come up with another strategy.
Watching the dragons continuously rising and fleeing from the battlefield, Anastasia let out a sigh of relief, looking at those auxiliary personnel who were ecstatic and crying due to the departing dragons, saying, “Since you’ve joined us, can I take it that you acknowledge the rules of the tower and intend to continue serving the tower?”
Looking at the tired yet wildly writhing vine-covered elf, and then at the strange sight formed by the rings behind this elf, those auxiliary personnel driven away by the dragons froze in their smiles.
…..
“Is this the last one?”
Lind reached out to grab the last bit of pollution covering the Nature God and crushed it in his hand.
“Yes, this is all the pollution in my divine kingdom because aside from the one hanging in the sky, my belief numbers were the highest next to that kid next door, so we two unfortunate souls were the first to be eroded by pollution.”
The Nature God’s gaze remained serene, though the murmurs from his mouth were not as tranquil.
“We’ve blocked most of the pollution; the rest are just some that haven’t formed waves.”
The Nature God regained his composed gaze, looking at Lind and asking, “You seem a bit anxious?”
“After all, I am very worried about my family.”
Lind wore a worried expression; he shouldn’t have to worry about Lena, as he had already arranged things. If there were an emergency, he could even connect to the depths of the Sea of Consciousness to communicate.
What troubled him most was Lilith. He couldn’t help but wonder if Lilith could really repair the Tower of Babel? Although she had the help of 550C, was the pressure on her too great?
Lind was filled with concern for his sister.
…..
At that moment, Lilith was drinking a potion, her eyes sparkling. “You said this was developed by your military doctor?”
“Y-yes.”
Myron had his shoulder armor opened, revealing the chilled potion in Lilith’s hand.
“It was originally meant to relieve fatigue… I thought it tasted good after being chilled, so I saved it in my shoulder armor as a drink.”
Though the taste was somewhat strange, the refreshing chill and familiar fizz brought a look of immense satisfaction to Lilith’s face.
“Mass production! It must be mass-produced!”
