Chapter 1894: Dragon and Mecha

How huge is the dragon?
Philade Alexander did not give a definitive answer. He only listened to the description of his grandfather, Philade Rupert, who also heard the troubadour from generation to generation.
As for how did the troubadour know?
At this point, no one can come to a clear answer.
According to Alexander’s description, the giant dragon stood with its neck bent, like a mountain hundreds of meters high, its eyes were sharp like a sword, its momentum was as suffocating as the deep sea, its voice trembled like thunder, and its wings waved lightly in an instant. Hundreds of tornadoes can be generated in a short time.
It came to the world like a natural disaster, and declared to the world with dragons that it would be the lord of this Hefeng continent.
It has occupied the land that should have belonged to the Celestial Clan for five hundred years with its arrogant strength and shocking dragon power. In order to better control this land, it issued a'blocking magic order' and made a monarch. To guard the kingdom of light, two huge prosthetic eyes were also created to monitor the heavenly race. It wants to be king forever.
Five hundred years later, seven young men from the Celestial Clan were born, and they were born with a vision. The high priest of the Celestial Clan predicted that the seven of them are destined people and will bear the destiny of the Celestial Clan.
The seven heroes emerged when they were young, stood on top of mecha puppet technology in their teens, and worked together to create an unprecedented invincible mecha puppet in their thirties.
The mecha puppet is as tall as a giant dragon, and its giant hand can easily crush the boulder, and the earth trembles with every step it takes.
The mecha puppet fought with the dragon for seven days and seven nights. In the end, because it could not be repaired in time, the dragon destroyed it and killed its creator, the Seven Heroes.
However, the sacrifices of the Seven Heroes and the Mecha Puppets were not in vain, they severely damaged the dragon.
Taking advantage of the dragon's serious injury, the Celestial Clan used the technology of the Seven Gods of War as a template to create countless super weapons and tens of thousands of small mecha puppets. So far, a huge wave of mechanical revolution has been set off.
In the end, the tyranny was overthrown, and the dragon got its due end.
Peace returns to the heavenly clan again.
After listening to Master Dewey's statement, I remained silent for a long time.
Although the troubadour's chants will be mixed with some personal feelings and even exaggerated, but they will not cover up the facts and truth.
They will compile what they have heard and seen one by one into poems, and give them to their successors, or the next generation, and they will continue to sing the poems.
If this troubadour system has not changed the troubadour due to the bribery issue, then I believe that the history he sang must be true.
If it's true...
"It turns out that technology can really reach such a high level!" I exclaimed.
"Science and technology are the same as manpower. When there is no end, only when human beings are created by the God of Creation and directly received the divine grace from the God of Creation, that is, talent and the power of transformation, will it appear that manpower is better than technology. It’s more remarkable.
Master Dewey sighed, and then raised a little bit of energy, and continued:
Since the of creation refuses to give the gods to science and technology, then we will develop the power of science and technology by ourselves... "
The more he talked, the more excited he was. He raised his head and looked at me, and said with red light: "Is this feeling getting closer and closer to the God of Creation?"
I was stunned.
Master Dewey coughed and explained, "I mean, does the sense of accomplishment brought by this kind of personal development of technological power feel as if we are the of creation?"
After listening to him, I was choked for a long time before finally squeezing out a few words: "About this...I am not very clear."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know," Master Dewey said: "Wait someday when you get tired of the adventurer's life, you can try to be a scientist. By then, you will understand what I mean."
Looking at him expectantly, I nodded with a wry smile.
Become a scientist?
I'm afraid I can't do it in this life.
At least, I can't do it until I pick up the book and promise not to doze off.
After the meal, Master Dewey carefully looked at the design drawing of the leading gun and the drawing of the exquisite parts, and then seriously asked some top forging masters, determined that the current forging level cannot produce similar exquisite parts.
Then he looked at the meteorite iron I brought.
Speaking of, this meteorite iron was originally built by Old Paqi and others, but before it was built, they suddenly received a batch of urgent orders from the Iron Wolf Guild, saying that they wanted to build a batch of middle-grade stainless steel knight commanders. sword.
After asking, I learned that the Iron Wolf Guild has recently expanded a small team, mainly composed of warrior adventurers, with an average strength of about seven.
When I heard that, I was a little unhappy. Why should the equipment of your expansion team be forged by the blacksmiths of the New Heroic Guild?
Don't think that your president is my elder brother and you can do whatever you want!
Apart from anything else, I found the office of the president of the Iron Wolf Guild and prepared to make a big fuss.
However, Fergus Illidan, with a calm face, took me back with just one sentence: "They are adventurers from the Iron Wolf Guild on the surface, but they are actually just selected reserve guards from the Guardian Brigade. "
I was slumped in an instant.
Well, I admit that it is my responsibility to execute half of the members of the defensive brigade.
Since I can't afford to offend, let's squint honestly.
I slipped back to the New Heroic Guild in disgrace, and ordered the meteorite to be brought back to the villa.
What happened after that became clear. In order to forge a meteorite weapon for each of Phoenix, Kagali and Leimi, I resolutely decided to bring the meteorite back to Fort Witch, and Master Dewey ordered them to forge it.
Standing in front of the meteorite iron, Master Dewey reached out and touched its smooth surface a few times, nodded and said: "This is a good meteorite iron, enough to build the three weapons you mentioned. Apart from those three, you have nothing else. Any ideas?"
I frowned for a while, then shook my head and said, "Probably... no more."
Master Dewey smiled: "If someone does business with you, it will definitely make a lot of money."
He pointed to the meteorite iron, gestured a few times, and said: "I'm telling you, to build a warhammer, it takes such a big piece, to build a pair of guards, it needs such a big, to build a dagger, it only needs this point. These are all added together, and less than half of the meteorite iron is used..."
"Then...what do you do like that?" I scratched my hair and said a little bit distressed: "To be honest, I really didn't think about what the rest of the meteorite would be used for."
"Okay," Master Dewey said: "Since you didn't think about it, I won't force you. I will save the extra meteorite for you. When you need it, you can ask me directly."
I thought about it, and felt that this idea is still a bit troublesome, so I generously said: "In fact, you can also apply it to scientific research, just as my contribution."
After listening to Master Dewey, he smiled and refused: "I think, but there are also many kinds of meteorite iron. Your kind is only suitable for forging weapons."
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