Chapter 583: Only My Unique Method Chapter 583: Spell

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The nearest Water Dragon Temple was about 1,200 kilometers from the West River City-State. Previously, with the Light Curtain's existence, there was no need to worry, but when the Light Curtain expanded to 1,600 kilometers, Chen Yi started paying attention.

However, this was still the first time he had seen a true dragon's majestic bearing, or rather, observed a dragon.

By rough estimate, the dragon currently manifesting in the high altitude was at least seven or eight kilometers long, its build slightly smaller than the one Chen Yi had discovered, but its form was generally identical. It was just unknown whether it was the Water Dragon of the Water Dragon Temple, or merely the Water Dragon's offspring.

If it was the former, then so be it; if it was the latter, then the Temple's Divine Dragon's power would have to be re-estimated.

The shadow on the screen flashed and vanished in an instant, and the surging Source Energy also disappeared without a trace, so briefly that it didn't even leave Chen Yi time to think.

The satellite carrying the rocket hadn't even broken out of the atmosphere; it adjusted its posture as if reaching orbit, then nosedived into the pitch-black forest.

Quite a few people let out an "ah" of regret.

The officers responsible for security all tensed up, and the Lieutenant Colonel shouted immediately: "Search party! Search party prepare to depart!"

Finishing that one sentence, he pulled himself together, only to realize this was not a launch base, and his search party consisted of only a handful of people.

After a moment, the Lieutenant Colonel lowered his head to Chen Yi somewhat reluctantly: "Mr. Chen, the satellite and rocket are of great importance, please dispatch a search party to go look for them."

Li Feng looked at Chen Yi, saw him remain silent, and knew that in his eyes, these 1990s-technology satellites and rockets weren't worth dispatching personnel for. So he walked up to the officer and persuaded him: "Lieutenant Colonel Wang, the rocket is too far from the West River City-State; our people can't reach there. Please calm down; it's not too late to depart after we assess the danger."

Chen Yi looked down on those outdated satellites and rockets, but for the Lieutenant Colonel responsible for security, losing a satellite was a matter of life and death.

He didn't think twice, and said emotionally: "Can't reach? You have to reach it even if you can't. If you're afraid, give me two guides, I'll take people there myself."

"No guides. Your rocket landed in an uninhabited zone; no one has ever been there." Li Feng explained patiently: "The West Continent's situation is different from Earth. The monsters in many places are extremely formidable, and there are far too many places with inconvenient transport. Where your rocket fell, aside from parachuting there's no other way, and even if you parachute, you have no way to transport it back. The West Continent's dense forests are hundreds of meters high, all danger zones."

He was telling the truth. In the several-hundred-meter-high dense forest, the inner layers were clearly distributed with creatures of different habits, but without exception all were extremely dangerous. Whether parachuting or air-dropping, those few dozen seconds were enough for several squads of monsters to hold a feast. Soldiers below Combat Skill Level going to the uninhabited zone were basically delivering food. Even using explosives and blasting methods, before those towering trees fell, they would attract tens of thousands of powerful flying birds.

To satisfy the Lieutenant Colonel's demand, they'd have to dispatch roughly 10 knights of Body Technique Level 7-8 or above, and the risk would be enormous.

Compared to those outdated satellite technologies, these knights were actually worth more.

The Lieutenant Colonel didn't understand Chen Yi and the others' calculations, and still said seriously: "If it can't be transported back, it must be blown up; can't let it stay there. I've received professional training; give me a plane, I'll parachute in, get out myself, life and death are up to fate, absolutely won't let you worry."

Li Feng rolled his eyelids, thinking: If you die, that's when we'll worry.

He thought for a moment, then asked Chen Yi: "Master, how about sending the Helicopter Regiment people for a trip? Use rockets to destroy the satellite."

"Rockets can't necessarily destroy the key parts. You also said it's in a forest; what if some components go unnoticed? I absolutely must go personally." The Lieutenant Colonel was very insistent and very naive. Since coming to the West River City-State he'd been busy busy busy, and hadn't yet seen the big trees in the primitive jungle. Whether the rocket or himself, thrown in there they'd be no different from firecrackers.

Chen Yi didn't provoke an argument, thought for a moment, and said: "You can't go. The helicopter isn't safe either. Li Feng, use a missile."

The West Continent's missiles were junk shipped from East Germany; aside from sounding decent, both price and quality were quite shoddy. Aside from the current situation, their value was quite low.

In terms of destructive power, long-range launched missiles weren't much better than helicopters. Without a satellite, observing the effect was even harder. The Lieutenant Colonel got anxious, jumped up and shouted: "I'll go myself! Give me a helicopter! Party members! Party members step forward! Come with me, we'll hike in and bring the satellite home!"

With a clatter, the 40-plus security personnel he'd brought all stepped forward, while the Martial Arts Hall people just stared wide-eyed at each other.

"You don't have a single Party member?" The Lieutenant Colonel, living in a Party branch world, found it inconceivable.

Chen Yi shrugged, a bit embarrassedly: "West Continent remote barren land. Alright, nothing going on, go wash up and sleep. Li Feng, go launch the missile."

"Yes." Li Feng clicked his heels together. After Chen Yi and the others left, he waved his hand and herded the fully equipped soldiers back to the dormitory like an eagle catching chicks, lecturing them all the way: "With your little skills, you're just two-legged snacks."

The two-legged snacks struggled desperately, like dying fish in the hands of a group of Martial Arts Hall students at Body Technique Level 7-8.

10 minutes later, a missile with peeled paint and filed-off serial numbers wobbled crookedly into the sky, heading 500-plus kilometers away.

Chen Yi returned to the office, "hissed" through the window, shook his head and said: "Over a million down the drain. Dealing with the government is truly a waste."

Jin Douna lay prone on the table making records, her perky buttocks prominent, and laughed: "The fireworks on the tail look pretty good."

Chen Yi stretched his neck to look at her "tail" and agreed: "Sure is."

……

The satellite failing to launch successfully was perhaps within expectations, but the cause of failure hung over many people's hearts like a shadow.

For Chen Yi, the dragon was an ever-present threat. Since learning of the Temple, he had a certain psychological preparation. But for the domestic decision-makers, this dragon looked however you looked like it was a dragon raised by Chen Yi's family.

Of course, the domestic suspicion only made their paranoia heavier. The dragon was the truly influential thing. Fortunately, in the following few days, it didn't reveal itself again.

According to the latest news, the Water Dragon Temple and the similarly situated Fire Dragon Temple also had no unusual news.

While breathing a sigh of relief, Chen Yi also made a decision in his heart.

He found someone to draw a portrait according to the dragon's appearance, then took advantage of the next Channel time to come to the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

After several hundred containers were delivered and several hundred boxes of Scrolls and potions were loaded for return, Chen Yi unfurled the long scroll of the dragon portrait and asked across the Light Curtain: "Mage Timothy, this... do you recognize it?"

Timothy fixed his eyes on it and nearly cried out.

He rubbed his eyes, then said in a heavy nasal tone: "Evil Dragon!"

The Holy Knights present also had ugly expressions.

"Does Evil Dragon mean bad dragon?" Chen Yi worried about a translation issue.

Mage Timothy nodded heavily, his voice echoing in the empty square: "Evil Dragons are the worst dragons. They are intelligent, strong, and long-lived, but every Evil Dragon's mentality is like a child's. The terrible thing is, their pranks often produce enormous harm. Moreover, they often take teasing and toying with humans as pleasure, and destruction as a game. 4,500 years ago, the last Evil Dragon was killed by Mages cooperating."

He paused, then asked: "Master, where did you see the Evil Dragon?"

"Another continent." Chen Yi continued: "If there are Evil Dragons, are there Good Dragons? How to distinguish?"

Timothy gave two bitter laughs: "Where would there be such a thing as Good Dragons."

"Then what about the Dragon Halls?" Holy Knights often belong to a Dragon Hall. As far as Chen Yi knew, Grendel belonged to the Yellow Jade Dragon Hall.

Timothy laughed, saying: "Dragon Halls are altar halls that the Legendary Mages of the past made using Evil Dragon essence as the core. The current power-holders are all Mages."

"No dragons anymore?"

Timothy's expression was a bit strange. He hesitated a moment, then said softly: "It's said that certain Evil Dragons' essence can still speak."

Essence probably meant soul. Chen Yi was very interested, but he didn't continue asking. Instead, he turned his head, pointed at the dragon portrait, and asked: "Are Evil Dragons native to the Continent, or from Outside?"

"They seemed to appear overnight." Timothy shook his head. "At the start, numbers were few, and there are legends of heroes subduing dragons. Later, numbers increased, and they even ruled many areas. The current Dragon Halls have more or less inherited the dragons' territories."

"How did those Legendary Mages kill evil dragons?" That was what Chen Yi truly wanted to ask. He already knew by now that heavy metals had a miraculous effect on giant dragons; weapons made of iridium-osmium were entirely capable of killing a giant dragon. The problem now was that the giant dragon seen today flew both high and fast; even Chen Yi had no confidence he could catch up and kill it. It was like knowing a spear could kill a tiger, but not everyone could be Wu Song.

The effectiveness of hot weapons probably wouldn't be too good either; supersonic air-to-air missiles might be a decent choice, but aside from that, bullets and shells were all too slow.

Chen Yi hoped Timothy could provide a better option.

The latter's expression was odd; his lips moved several times but he didn't speak.

Chen Yi stared with wide eyes, waiting.

Mage Timothy was helpless; he sighed and said: "The 12th-level spell 'Aging' can take effect on an evil dragon, greatly weakening its speed; only then can Mages attempt to kill the evil dragon."

"12th-level?" The strongest spell Chen Yi had ever heard of was only 12th-level. And 9th-level spells and 8th-level spells were already strong like atomic bomb explosions.

Timothy nodded solemnly: "Yes, a 12th-level spell."

"Do you know it?"

"A 12th-level spell must be cast with the aid of a Scroll."

Chen Yi asked hopefully: "Can you make one?"

Timothy struggled and bowed: "Master, producing a 12th-level spell is impossible to manufacture in principle. However, the Legendary Mages of the past invented a method; among them, Red Robe Mages would each time dedicate their power, permanently losing 2 to 4 levels in exchange for successful production of an 'Aging' Scroll. It remains so to this day."

A 6th-level Mage is a Red Robe Mage, but if a 6th-level Mage were used to produce this kind of Scroll, they would likely lose 4 levels. In that case, that Mage would be as good as crippled. They would have to use the difficulty of advancing to 7th-level to recover to 3rd-level; I fear few could adapt to such a change.

Red Robe Mages are incomparably important to any country; in a certain sense, they even surpass Wu Li Fang. Chen Yi could perhaps force Timothy to produce one or two Scrolls, but any more would likely be impossible.

He had to think of a way to have the best of both worlds.

Chen Yi pondered, while the Mages outside were uneasy.

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