Ashen Dragon

"Whoosh——"

The large portal slowly opened, and several players stepped out with steady strides.

They were dressed in heavy camouflage uniforms, steel helmets on their heads, exuding a pungent scent of gunpowder smoke, with the gear-shaped holy emblem of the God of All Mechanisms pinned to their chests.

——Clearly, they were all members of the [Mechanical God Cult].

Leading the group was a blonde, blue-eyed white player, the nickname above his head reading "Curtis."

"Hahahaha, gentlemen, I've been looking forward to your arrival." The Earth Goblin General laughed heartily as he welcomed them.

The military's cooperation with the [Mechanical God Cult] was particularly deep. Their interests aligned, with shared goals, and Delor had long regarded these Starfallen capable of creating devastating weapons as his "own people" without hesitation.

Curtis firmly shook the goblin's hand, smiling politely: "Hello, General Delor, I've heard so much about you. I am Curtis, a senior military engineer of the Empire."

This guy wore glasses, appearing refined and cultured, yet the smile on his face was eerily strange.

Among the player community in the previous life, this Curtis was quite famous, known for his belief that "explosions and destruction are art." Even players considered him a complete lunatic.

Although he only joined the Empire during version [2.0 Northern Wind and Cloud], he relied on the uniquely American ability to manufacture weapons to rise like a rocket, eventually becoming a Great Sage in the [Source Return Sect] under the Mechanical God Cult.

By now, the Mechanical God Cult had branched into multiple subsidiary sects: the Protective Sect Army, Intelligent Control Corps, Restoration Sect, Biochemical Corps, and more...

The Restoration Sect, to which Curtis belonged, focused primarily on researching large-scale destructive and annihilation weapons, affectionately referred to by players as the "Big Bomb Maniac Camp."

Curtis's greatest achievement was the development of the so-called "Magic Fusion Bomb," which turned a remote half-plane into a wasteland filled with smoke and poisonous fire, almost attracting the attention of divine entities.

"So, you're Curtis..."

Hearing the familiar name, Delor's expression brightened further: "I've heard of you; it turns out you're the genius Destroyer.

Excellent, for this mission, we need talent like you! Come with me!"

The players followed the Earth Goblin, entering Aivendel, no, it should be Flying Dragon City, heading to the operational command room located at the former Dwarf Palace.

A three-dimensional magic image appeared on the long table, and Delor pointed at the hideous green-skinned monsters, speaking solemnly: "These are our enemies, the Green-skin Orcs.

They possess incredible strength, fearlessness in battle, and an absolutely terrifying reproduction rate. According to our intelligence data, the number of orcs on the Wuge Prairie has reached over three million.

It's important to note... just a month ago, their population was only around four hundred thousand, and in this short month, their numbers have multiplied tenfold!" As he spoke, Delor's expression grew grim.

Staring at the endless beast tide that resembled an ocean, even the Earth Goblin couldn't help but feel a bit of unease.

Too many, there are simply too many!

If these orcs are allowed to continue developing, they might brew a disaster even more horrifying than the Demon Tide.

Meanwhile, the players pulled out files from their pockets, carefully reading them while occasionally jotting down notes, the sound of writing scratching softly.

After a brief moment, Curtis raised his head calmly, adjusted his glasses, and asked: "What is His Majesty's goal?

Is it merely to kill those orcs, or... completely annihilate the Wuge Prairie, turning it into scorched earth where no life can survive, thereby depriving the orcs of any field for existence.

If it's the former goal, we already have several ready-made plans we can execute immediately.

As for the latter, now that's a bit more challenging, and it could serve as a new research topic for the Source Return Sect..." His tone was extraordinarily calm, as if he were discussing an inconsequential matter, yet it made cold sweat drip from Delor's forehead.

"I think we can start by disrupting the stability of the spatial structures, although this could extend its impact to North Aisier, potentially triggering a large-scale spatial collapse..."

"Great Sage, your Magic Fusion Bomb hasn't been tested on the Prime Material Plane yet. If we control its yield, it could perfectly..."

In only a brief moment, these maniacs from the Mechanical God Cult were already deeply engrossed in a serious discussion about the best methods to "destroy the Wuge Prairie."

"No, no, no, there's no need to escalate to that level."

Delor's lips twitched uncontrollably, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks, and the scales on his arms almost stood upright.

What frightened him even more was that, after he said this, he could clearly perceive the look of disappointment and dejection in the eyes of these Starfallen.

"What a pity..."

"Indeed, such petty daily missions don't really require us to come."

"Tsk, my spatial bomb won't even get to be used."

Forcing a stiff smile, Delor said: "You are all exceptional talents of the Empire, but this time there's no need for you to unleash your full capabilities. Besides the orc threat, the Empire also needs the Wuge Prairie as a pasture."

Madmen, these Starfallen were absolute madmen!

Even for a war-oriented race like the Earth Goblins, their thoughts were limited to methods of conquest, whereas these players contemplated the destruction of everything.

Faced with these deranged players, the Earth Goblin almost seemed like a lawful and good sheep.

Curtis chuckled and replied: "General, in that case, we'll bring some novel 'little toys' for experimentation. After all, we can't let these millions of live targets go to waste."