Upon seeing Draco, Cocytus immediately gave a respectful salute.
Hearing the commotion, Kurobe turned around and saw Draco behind him, also immediately standing up.
"Lord Draco, why have you come?"
Draco waved his hand. "I came to show you something."
"But, you two are..."
He asked with some curiosity, looking at the legendary tachis in their hands.
Kurobe rubbed the back of his head somewhat sheepishly.
"It's a form of exchange, suggested to me by Lord Cocytus."
After a brief explanation, it turned out both were masters of weapon forging. Rarely meeting a like-minded opponent, their hands had grown itchy, and they had begun to compete in their respective techniques.
The previous few times had been declared draws, and this time seemed to be the same.
Their forging techniques each had their own merits, and they were once again evenly matched.
"I see. You are both leaders in the field of forging. I've come because I need you to cooperate on something. Perhaps it can take your skills to the next level."
Hearing this, both immediately became interested.
"Please speak, Master. Your servant is at your disposal."
Cocytus excitedly exhaled two streams of icy air from his nose.
"Don't be in a hurry. Come with me to meet two people first."
Subsequently, Draco took the three of them to the Jura Tempest Federation.
In the Jura Tempest Federation at this moment, Rimuru's subordinates had awakened. After receiving the world's blessing, their strength had once again undergone an explosive increase.
Most of the residents had begun the work of rebuilding the city, while Gabiru, Rigurd, and the others were still in the center of the square, guarding the slumbering Rimuru.
Seeing Draco's arrival, several people nodded to him in greeting.
Black and Ranga paid no heed, standing by Rimuru's side to guard the surroundings. If any suspicious person approached, the man and the dog would definitely strike to take them down.
Draco didn't go to disturb the'simp duo.' After asking Rigurd where Kaijin was, the group of four arrived at the door of a workshop.
Hearing the 'clang-clang' of iron being struck from inside, Draco pushed the door open and entered.
The dwarves who were still busy stopped their work when they saw the visitor was Draco.
"Oh, if it isn't Master Draco! What brings you to my place?"
Kaijin walked forward and greeted him with a smile.
Knowing that Draco was the great benefactor who saved the Jura Tempest Federation, the dwarves were deeply grateful and were even more enthusiastic toward Draco than before.
"Yes, I've come to find you because I need some help from you and Vesta."
Draco didn't stand on ceremony and spoke straight to the point.
"Please, speak."
Kaijin agreed without hesitation. He knew that a big shot like Draco would surely not visit without a reason; since he had come, it meant there was something he needed him to do.
...
Inside a conference room, Draco and his group gathered with the three Dwarf brothers, as well as Kaijin and Vesta.
Draco did not waste words; he took out the Magic Core·Modified and began to explain the significance of its existence.
Kurobe and Cocytus were somewhat unfamiliar with this type of magic item, but the others understood exactly how valuable it was.
Especially Vesta; he was currently holding the magic core, examining it carefully, his eyes widening, his face filled with excitement.
"Vesta, Kaijin, surely you understand why King Gazel threw you into the Jura Tempest Federation; this is one of the reasons."
"With this stable energy core, your Magic Armor Soldier Project can be restarted."
Vesta took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and looked at Draco.
"Lord Draco, the energy core is indeed the most difficult problem to overcome for the Magic Armor Soldier Project, but relying only on us..."
Draco shook his head slightly. "Do not worry. With Kurobe and Cocytus here, they can fully compensate for the shortcomings in other areas."
"Pandora is a master of crafting magic items, and this core was created by him. Combined with the technology of your Dwarf Kingdom, it is more than enough."
"Of course, I will dispatch personnel to assist you, but for materials, we can only use the magic steel block of the Jura Tempest Federation."
Draco's words made Vesta and Kaijin extremely excited. Being able to create something so epoch-making was definitely the greatest achievement of their lives.
"In that case, we have no problems!"
The two said almost in unison.
"Good, then let's start formulating the plan."
Immediately after, a heated discussion unfolded in the conference room. Draco didn't understand much of this, but as a transmigrator, he provided them with many ingenious ideas.
The Magic Armor Soldier was just the first step. Draco's ambition was great; he wanted to create an era of steel torrents.
Letting the people of this other world know what real war is!
What a mushroom cloud is!
Until late at night, everyone remained immersed in this intense discussion.
And Draco finally finished telling them all of his ideas. By the time everyone had digested them, it was already around 4:30 in the morning.
Draco stretched and left the conference room. As soon as his figure departed, Kaijin and Vesta stood up abruptly, looked at each other, their eyes revealing excitement and agitation.
"Is the suggestion Lord Draco just proposed really feasible?"
"Although I dare not guarantee one hundred percent, it will definitely allow our Magic Armor Soldier troops to possess sufficient combat power."
The two clenched their fists, as if they had already seen a glorious future.
Cocytus and Pandora were likewise captivated by Draco, which made them sigh at the Supreme One's supreme wisdom and vision that far exceeded the mundane.
A revolution that would shock the world thus began.
...
On the other side, the Puppet Kingdom Kistav.
"Is this the power possessed by a Demon Lord? Hehehehe."
Clayman laughed wildly at the sky, his aura constantly rising, and the air in the entire area was filled with an extremely dense pressure.
"Congratulations, Clayman."
Standing behind Clayman, Laplace said with a smile.
"I am ready; this world will be in my pocket."
Clayman looked contemptuously in the direction of Nazarick. "These ignorant mortals will never be my opponents."
"Clayman, I advise you not to think about dealing with the Principality of Nazarick. That Lord said it is not yet time."
Laplace's tone suddenly became serious. "What you need to do now is accumulate power; you must not act without complete certainty."
"I understand."
Clayman composed his expression and sat down slowly. "However, I have discovered something even more interesting."
"Oh?"
"My cute little mouse seems to have slipped out of my control."
Clayman realized that his connection with Mjurran had been severed. The location where the signal was cut off seemed to be the territory of that Slime who had ruined his Orc Lord plan.
This caused the corners of his mouth to hook into an evil, charming arc. "This feeling really makes me very uncomfortable."
Laplace frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Clayman's eyes emitted a scarlet glow. "You know what I want to do."
"As long as you don't take action against Nazarick, I won't care about you."
After a moment of silence, Laplace said this.
A strange smile appeared on the corners of Clayman's mouth.
"Then... to celebrate me becoming a True Demon Lord, let the world know the true terror of me, Clayman, starting with that Slime. Hey, Third Sister."
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