freenovelworld Chapter 339 The Ga La Ge Mu Isn't Like That
Chapter 339 The Ga La Ge Mu Isn't Like That
Chapter 339 The Ga La Ge Mu Isn't Like That
Red scales, icy dragon eyes, and a massive body combine to create this ferocious yet elegant behemoth.
It is obvious that this is a powerful dragon.
"Years have passed, and you have become even stronger."
The blue-gold dragon's eyes looked at the red dragon, and Modi nodded slightly, greeting it first.
A familiar aura emanated from him, which puzzled the dragon. The red dragon that had arrived was taken aback, shook off the flames all over its body, and looked suspiciously at the black and gold dragon beast.
"Mordred?"
I thought you would call me "Little Mo" like before.
"You don't look small at all right now."
"Indeed." Modi looked at his dragon body.
Even after compression, this war-ravaged body is still over a hundred meters tall.
Although the red dragon is also a giant beast, compared to him, it can even be described as petite and cute.
"Artorina, how is Avalon doing lately?" Mordy asked.
The Blood God Cult has never severed ties with Avalon. In addition to a certain degree of communication, the two sides have maintained trade and material exchanges. Modi has also learned about the development of Avalon from various reports. He only knew that this once lost kingdom had undergone great changes, but he did not expect the changes to be so great.
It has shifted from a fairytale fantasy style to a steampunk style.
"Avalon is doing very well. Thanks to your material and technical support, Avalon has now entered a new era."
Artorina folded her wings and landed on Mordi's shoulder.
This made him feel like he was holding up a giant parrot.
"Although our technology path seems a bit off, it doesn't matter, as long as it works."
She gazed at the town not far away, her tone quite proud.
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This is her kingdom!
It could also be Modi's.
"Mordred, why don't you take my place?"
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Artorina's words silenced Modigan.
"Why don't you become the regent? No, why don't you become the Red Dragon King? I remember you happen to have the image of a seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon. Wouldn't that be quite suitable?"
After a moment's thought, Mordy asked, "Why do you have this idea?"
The red dragon tilted its head, stretched lazily, and let out a long yawn.
She didn't rush to answer, and Modi didn't urge her for an answer either.
The dragon and the dragon beast were surrounded by silence.
After a long while, Artoria, who was perched on his shoulder, finally spoke: "I am not the original Red Dragon King, but my other side is. However, he has perished in his slumber, along with my excessive ambitions and desires."
Mordy glanced at her and stated bluntly, "So, you're planning to retire?"
"I've worked hard my whole life, what's wrong with enjoying myself? Besides, you already have the Avalon's reputation, don't you even know what filial piety is?"
Artorina raised her dragon head, looking defiant despite her lack of conviction.
"I know my own limitations. Although I can handle government affairs, I am not as good as you. With your help, I will have time to pursue higher goals."
"Your real purpose is in that last sentence, isn't it?" Modi sighed. "I promise you, the Blood God Child will come to your aid."
The red dragon smiled slightly and said happily, "Good, now I finally have time to go to Itniti again."
"What are you doing there?"
Modi frowned. Although Itnity was his second home planet, he did not consider it a safe place.
The areas controlled by the Blood God Cult may be relatively stable, but outside of those areas, chaos and turmoil are the main themes.
The two sides of the Akeron River in the Middle Kingdom are locked in a standoff, the attitude of the Eastern Zhen Dan Empire is unclear, the scorched earth of the southern border is in chaos among warlords, and the mountain kingdoms of the west are also not keeping to their own ways.
Even though the Blood God Cult occupies the northern border and expands outwards to occupy many other areas, it still cannot guarantee that it will be safe and secure.
"It is a time of upheaval in Itnity, with the arrival of many outsiders in addition to the original struggles... If you go there, you will be one of them."
Modi spoke slowly, introducing her to the current situation in Itnity and, incidentally, shattering her idealized view of Itnity.
"Among these outsiders are former remnants of the old regime, the least of whom are immortals. Although no immortals have returned yet, it's hard to say they aren't hiding. In addition, there are also simple time travelers..."
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When the topic of time travelers came up, Mo Di's expression became somewhat strange, tense, as if he was trying hard not to laugh.
"Perhaps the instability of spacetime caused by the revival of the ether led to many ordinary people from the outside world being drawn into Itnity, including some time travelers who treated it as a backwater."
He still remembered what he saw and heard as one of the Blood God's children who had been sent to the Central Plains.
Heaven knows what that transmigrator, who transmigrated into the son of a duke, was doing before he transmigrated, treating the whole world as a giant backwater.
Every day, he either flirts with noble ladies or goes to the church to cultivate the nuns' favor. Occasionally, he'll stroll around the slave market and take the opportunity to acquire a slave girl.
After observing for a long time, Mo Di was basically certain that this person's behavior pattern was exactly the same as that of Gala Gemu.
Dialogues, gifts, special events—finally, build up enough favorability to unlock special CGs...
"It feels a bit like living inside a program." That was Artoria's impression after listening. "And then? What happened to that person?"
Will she live a life surrounded by women, or will she be killed by some woman with a cleaver? She really wants to know how it will end.
"There was no 'afterward'," Mordi said calmly. "The Blood God's invasion razed everything, whether it was the nobles or the church."
Because he was marked by the Blood God, that transmigrator received the most care, and even his soul dissolved into the River Styx.
Modi still remembered the incredulous look in his eyes when he saw the Blood God's invading army before he died, as well as his last words.
"Isn't this the Gagagemu game world? How come a Chaos Demon Army has suddenly appeared?! Gagagemu isn't like this!"
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Clearly, he seemed to regard the Blood God's invasion as something else entirely.
"I found something interesting in that time traveler's mind."
With a casual flick of his wrist, a crystalline lattice with an ethereal quality floated silently on the black dragon claw.
Artorina didn't speak, but her gaze towards Mordi was full of doubt, and it wasn't hard to tell what she wanted to say.
"A corrupted system template," Modi said. "It's not without reason that the transmigrator treated the world like a game; at least he knew about the so-called plot and the romance option system."
Looking back, he had a similar experience, but he had long ago rejected his previous ideas.
Treating the world he lives in like a game and completely believing in the so-called plot, he will eventually fall into the abyss if he continues like this.
"Before the host died, the system tried to break free and escape, but it still couldn't escape from my grasp and eventually self-destructed, leaving behind a damaged template."
"Why are you telling me this?" Artoria asked.
"I want you to be mentally prepared. Itnitia is getting more and more chaotic every day. I don't know when the war will start. The future there is becoming increasingly uncertain."
Modi's dragon claws slammed shut, and when they opened again, the damaged template inside was as clean and new as if it had just come out of the factory.
In the blink of an eye, the system template fell into Artoria's hands.
"What did you make it into?" she asked curiously, staring at the template lattice.
"It's a small toy, originally prepared as a prerequisite for Avalon's ascension, but since you've handed Avalon over to me, you don't need it anymore."
What Modi didn't say was that he already had the capacity to mass-produce these "little toys." Although the production volume wasn't high at the moment, it was enough to ensure that every member of the Blood God Cult's pioneering legion had one.
In his vision, this device should be standard equipment for pioneering sergeants, used for cross-border transport of supplies, submitting reports, receiving instructions, etc.
With the aid of this thing, a pioneering soldier can be in charge of an entire world, and even in a backward feudal era, he can build an industrial production system from scratch.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot to remind you," Modi suddenly remembered something and said, "The world outside Avalon is also very chaotic. You'd better not go out during this time. As long as I'm here, Avalon is safe."
Artorina had no objections and turned her attention to the system, having a great time playing with it.
Modi smiled silently and carried the red dragon toward the royal city.
Although he advised Artorina not to go out, it doesn't mean that Avalon should also stay put.
Avalon's tech tree is somewhat skewed, but it's not weak. After all, it's supported by the Blood God Cult, so it can't be that weak.
While he can't make the final decision without taking action, he can certainly influence the course of the battle to some extent and seek his own interests.
As for the target, it is naturally the nearest Federation.
The Federation was completely unaware of the matter until the incident in Weston State, when massive, rugged machines poured out of the Gates of Avalon, and the wounded bald eagle was suddenly awakened.
Danger is all around us.
The Federation is currently in a very bad situation.
Not only were they invaded by the red forces, but they also had to endure the dregs that bred in this fertile land of freedom—the rampant spread of various cults, which resulted in a consistently high frequency of evil god descents.
Even if the newly appointed president is willing to make reforms, it will be difficult to completely remove these rotten parts.
And now, the situation is even worse.
The Mind Flayer fleet, which descended from beyond the realm, is actively plundering cities.
This is undoubtedly a "human-centered" army, because humans can indeed play a significant role in their hands.
Whether used as materials to create flesh-and-blood colossi or transformed into slave troops, they always find a use for humans.
The Federation was thus scrambling to cope with the situation. Fortunately, the Federation was not the only faction attacked; their enemies were also attacked.
The Red Bear and the Latin Alliance thus slowed their offensive, allowing them to focus on dealing with the Mind Flayer fleet.
However, before the situation could improve, another unknown force emerged and, in less than a day, took over the newly rebuilt state of Weston.
The style of that unit was clearly Victorian-era steampunk, which greatly surprised the federal high command.
They couldn't understand why an army that looked like an old relic could have such fierce firepower and such speed.
Does that mean the older something is, the stronger it is?
The higher-ups were eager to obtain some of the enemy's weaponry for research, and they did indeed do so.
By collecting wreckage from the battlefield, researchers gained a glimpse into steampunk technology.
The study of the wreckage quickly yielded results, and the head supervisor stared at the submitted report in silence.
A moment later, he set off for the President's office.
"President, we believe you should take a look at this report."
Upon hearing this, the man referred to as the Grand Commander raised his head.
His blond hair was no longer radiant, but his demeanor remained dignified.
Upon receiving the report, the federal commander silently scanned it, his brow furrowing even more deeply.
"I don't understand," he said softly after a long silence, as if talking to himself, "Why is there such a big difference?"
"Are you referring to our materials science?"
The supervising official, mistaking him for a conversation with himself, nodded in agreement, saying, "In fact, we also find it incredible. Judging from the wreckage, the enemy was far ahead of us in materials science."
As he spoke, the official gave a wry smile, "To put it another way, those bulky and enormous machines of theirs simply wouldn't exist without the support of advanced materials."
The president did not respond; in fact, he was talking to himself.
What he meant was that the course of history today is vastly different from what he remembers.
The seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon did not descend; instead, it was an ill-intentioned visitor from beyond the borders.
The Blood Sea Demon Army did not drag the world into war, but humanity itself broke out into civil war.
All of this contradicted his understanding of the future, as if fate had played a cruel joke on him.
"Could it be the butterfly effect I caused?" He covered his face in thought, and the atmosphere froze.
At that moment, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness.
He traveled back in time in a time machine, but instead of leading his country to a better future, he caused many unexpected changes.
He couldn't help but doubt himself. Would things have been better if he had done nothing?
The supervising official sensed the awkward atmosphere and shifted his feet uncomfortably.
This atmosphere lasted for a short while before the president lowered his arm and straightened up.
"Are our friends from outside available right now?" he asked.
"It will probably take some effort to persuade them to participate, after all, one of their members recently died in Antarctica..."
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The president was already in a bad mood, and recalling this bad news made his brows furrow even more.
"Antarctica, there's still the Antarctic situation to sort out, but the entire Federation is already struggling to cope with its own problems, where would it find the manpower to go?"
After a moment's hesitation, the president cleared his brow, stood up, and ordered, "Let me talk to them. We can't ignore what's happening in Weston."
A glint of spiritual energy flashed in his eyes, and the surrounding scenery instantly changed.
In the blink of an eye, his consciousness was projected thousands of miles away.
This president is no ordinary man, so methods that require creative thinking and broad-mindedness are unlikely to work on him.
"Fellow outsiders, I think we need to have a talk."
Facing the various reincarnators with different expressions, he skillfully put on a fake smile and said this.