Chapter 664: Aerial Corps
Until they cleared the skies above Dragonhead City, Stuffed Bun finally tilted his head in mild curiosity. “What’s the actual quest, anyway? Why’d you rush over so hard? Where’s War Fury Brother and Qiu Yu?”
“They were prepped ages ago,” Singo replied casually. “They’re already waiting at the Portal.”
“Where to?”
“Dragonfly Capital—formerly the capital of the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom, now known as Aivendeldan.”
Stuffed Bun slapped his forehead. “Ah, that place. The War Mission for the High Mountain Kingdom hasn’t wrapped up yet, huh? I heard the Siege was a total grind—just hauling supplies like pack mules. No real combat room for players. Everyone but the Mechanical Divinity’s tanks got barely any loot. Only the tanks got to have fun.”
“Not bad,” Singo chuckled, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice. “Brother Kai’s custom cutscene was pretty epic—felt like watching a movie.”
Stuffed Bun nodded slowly. “Yeah, I can see that. When that Dwarf Divine Avatar descended, the entire player base—me included—was thrilled. Who’s ever seen a boss with that kind of presence? If we’d gotten the first kill, we’d’ve called ourselves Godslayers. But then we went full-on Boom and Bang… and the boss didn’t even lose a single layer of skin. Not even a scratch. Before we could blink, Brother Kai was out there cleaning up the mess. Real workhorse, that guy.”
“True,” Stuffed Bun agreed. “The Empire of Ashen is basically a game-breaking force among the many battalions of Feanso. They’ve got endless resources, diverse ascension paths, powerful faction subclasses—but the real game-changer is their Emperor, who’s practically a Mechanical Deification.”
He paused, remembering a story from months back. “There was a new player who joined Duke Walter’s Northern Aether-Guarded Escort, all pumped up, even publicly mocked the Empire’s players in the forums. Then—bam—the Empire declared war on the Northern Aether. That player’s garrisoned city got flattened into ruins. Faced with the unstoppable tank columns, he screamed, ‘This isn’t magic—it’s war!’ in despair.”
“The guy fought to the last breath, leading the scattered remnants of Aether through street battles… but got captured by the Imperial Guard. Forced to join the Empire of Ashen. The wartime judgment tribunal sentenced him to three years of forced labor and a war indemnity of thousands of gold coins. That’s the backstory.”
In the forums, a meme had since taken root:
“New players who haven’t joined the Empire of Ashen? Don’t worry. One day, you’ll get drafted—passively.”
Stuffed Bun frowned. “So… this time, we’re suppressing the Aivendeldan rebellion?”
“No,” Singo shook his head. “The dwarven citizens have already retreated in large numbers. But their soldiers? Stubborn as rocks. Most died on the battlefield—worthy opponents. Now, Aivendeldan—better known as the Dragonfly Capital—is a full-blown Imperial military base. And a new breeding ground for Two-Headed Dragons. Kind of like Anzeta’s Wyvern Valley.”
“So what are we doing?”
“You don’t know?” Singo smirked. “I’ve got insider info. The Imperial Officials are about to drop a special quest: Purge the Ugo Great Plain.”
“Purge?”
“That’s right. According to intel, the Ugo Great Plain now hosts nearly three million ogres. And the official requirement? Kill them all.”
“Three million?!” Stuffed Bun nearly choked. “Where the hell did they come from? That’s almost as many as the total player base! Did they grow out of the ground?”
“Actually,” Singo grinned, “they did. According to the bio-scholars of the Mechanical Divinity, these ogres are more like fungal-animal hybrids. They reproduce asexually—no need for mates. Just… grow.”
Stuffed Bun whistled. “Damn. So they’re really green-skinned. Do they have any kind of thought process? That’d be terrifying.”
“Probably not. But focus on the real reward,” Singo said. “Three million ogres? That’s massive XP.”
“Swish—”
The silver-edged wings of the Wyvern sliced through the air, flames erupting from its back as it surged toward the distant, massive Portal.
“Whoa, slow down! You’ve got a mount—big deal!” Stuffed Bun ducked low, urging his own Wyvern into a steep dive.
This was the Conquest South Tower—a bastion of imperial ambition.
The Empire of Ashen’s Space Mages had poured resources into crafting a colossal, permanent Portal. Through it, Imperial forces could now reach Anzeta’s Isdalia, Northwind Keep, Stratford Keep, the newly connected Aivendeldan… even the Black Iron City in the Elemental Plane of Fire.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu and Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang were already waiting at the Portal leading to the Dragonfly Capital.
Stuffed Bun squinted. Months had passed, and Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang had visibly transformed—almost beyond human. His iron-hard muscles strained against his clothes, threatening to tear them apart. His arms were thicker than a normal man’s waist, covered in tough, armored scales. Spines jutted from his elbows. His eyes, sharp as blades, burned with feral, bloodthirsty hunger—only his bald head remained gleaming, its patina deeper than ever.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu had changed too. Thanks to her Dragon bloodline, her skin had grown unnaturally pale and smooth—almost porcelain, devoid of pores. Her cheeks bore faint red scales. Her aura radiated power: long, elegant Dragon horns crowned her head, her golden vertical pupils glowed with ancient mystery. A pair of delicate wings had sprouted from her back, and a faint, otherworldly Dragon aura pulsed around her.
Checking their Character Sheets, Stuffed Bun saw:
- Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang: 12th-level Dragon-blooded Barbarian
- Xia Ye Qiu Yu: 12th-level Dragon Oath Mage
Both were nearing the current level cap.
Professional players, huh? Stuffed Bun sighed inwardly. He’d been lazy and idle, and only just hit level 10.
He waved with a grin. “Long time no see! Qiu Yu, you’re getting even more beautiful. War Fury Brother still looks like a walking statue of pure power.”
He almost said it—“Still looks like a beast with a human face.”
But he caught himself.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu smiled gently. “It’s been a while. You haven’t posted a single video update.” Her voice was soft, warm… but it sent a chill down Stuffed Bun’s spine. Like a phantom Dragon shadow had just appeared behind her.
He shivered. “Yeah, yeah… been busy with research and filming.”
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang rubbed his bald head, then grinned, flashing a mouth full of white teeth. He clapped Stuffed Bun on the shoulder. “As a creator, you’ve got to keep producing, man.”
Stuffed Bun laughed awkwardly. “Of course, of course.”
Singo scanned the area. “Alright, let’s go. To the City of Flying Dragons. The official announcement should be dropping any second. We’ll grab the quest straight away.”
“Right! Let’s go—first come, first served!” Stuffed Bun practically bounced with relief.
“Good.”
The four stepped into the Portal. They crossed the spacetime tunnel—just a blink—and emerged in the City of Flying Dragons.
“Aaaawooooo!”
A cacophony of shrill, guttural cries echoed across the sky. Above them, Wyverns flapped their wings, casting jagged shadows. Deep within the rocky cliffs, nests teemed with hybrid dragons of every kind.
“Aaawooooo!”
Noodles, the Wyvern Stuffed Bun was riding, stretched his neck skyward and howled—euphoric, almost primal, as if answering the call of the heavens. Instantly, the surrounding Wyverns responded in kind, a chorus of roars filling the air.
Stuffed Bun stared, mouth agape. “Whoa… so many… No wonder they call this the Dragonfly Capital.”
Singo explained, “Compared to Wyvern Valley, the climate here is warmer—perfect for Wyvern survival. Rumor has it they’ve even opened the Crimson Scales Trial dungeon.”
He smirked. “But Blackstone Mountain’s terrain is even steeper and more treacherous than Wyvern Valley. One misstep, and you’re meat paste.”
Stuffed Bun grinned. “Heh. Let ‘em suffer.”
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang turned to Singo. “Where’s the quest?”
“Follow me,” Singo said. “We’re heading to the Military Command Center—formerly the Dwarven Royal Palace.”
“Ah, you’re finally here!” A Great Goblin Colonel stepped forward, grinning broadly as he shook Singo’s hand. “Lord Steamed Bun! Good to see you again!”
“Nice to meet you,” Stuffed Bun replied, returning the handshake.
He knew this man—Holland Ross, one of the rare Indigenous Conquesters from the Crimson Claw tribe, now serving in the Imperial Air Force.
The Great Goblin eyed Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang and Xia Ye Qiu Yu, taking in their unmistakable Dragonization. He bowed slightly. “These two are…?”
Singo introduced them. “One is a fearsome warrior, the other a Pact Sorcerer on par with Lady Misha. Both are renowned champions.”
Holland greeted them warmly. “Heroes of the Empire! Your names will surely be written into the Emperor’s Grand Blueprint.”
Singo placed his hand over his chest, bowing with formal loyalty. “For the Empire.”
“For the Empire,” the others echoed.
Soon, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang and Xia Ye Qiu Yu were assigned to the Ground Forces. Stuffed Bun and Singo, however, were led by Holland to a hidden location—as pilots of Two-Headed Dragons, they’d carry heavier responsibilities in this mission.
They walked through the old Dwarven Royal Palace corridors, descending into an underground passage. Heavy iron doors creaked open one after another.
Stuffed Bun leaned over. “Where are we going?”
Holland didn’t turn. “The Ammunition Depot. A very special one.”
Singo whispered, “It holds what the Restoration Sect monks have created.”
Stuffed Bun stiffened. “Wait—the Restoration Sect? The bomb-happy cultists?”
Singo nodded. “If we accidentally ignite the armory… those bombs could blow apart the entire Blackstone Mountain. Turn the Dragonfly Capital into rubble.”
Stuffed Bun blinked. “Their explosive yield is only ten million tons? That won’t destroy the mountain. But… the second part? That might.”
A tall, pale man in a camouflage uniform, wearing glasses, stepped forward. Curtis, the famed scholar of the Restoration Sect.
“Thank you, Curtis,” Holland said, bowing slightly.
Curtis nodded, smiling. “My duty. To see my art shine on the battlefield—that’s my greatest honor.”
He turned and strode away, his long frame disappearing into the shadows.
Stuffed Bun watched him go, muttering under his breath. “That’s the famous bomb expert? Looks… so calm. Almost too civilized.”
Singo snorted. “He’s a madman. All he talks about is world destruction. If it weren’t for the Empire funding him, he’d’ve started random explosions ages ago.”
Stuffed Bun shook his head. “The world’s full of wonders. I never thought I’d meet someone even he fears.”
“Enough talk. We’re here.”
They reached the end of the passage—a massive iron gate. With a deep, grinding groan, it slowly swung open.
A wave of gunpowder, glycerin, and metallic scent rushed out.
Inside the vast warehouse, rows upon rows of bombs stood stacked like monuments.
White Phosphorus shells. Incendiary bombs. Thermobaric charges. Fuel-Air Explosives. Napalm bombs. All modern, terrifyingly advanced.
Workers from the Restoration Sect—players in heavy machinery—were moving through the facility, logging data.
Holland turned to Stuffed Bun and Singo, grinning. “Welcome to the Imperial Special Warfare Aerial Corps.”
Stuffed Bun stared, mouth open. “How many bombs are… here?”
“Enough to eliminate three million ogres,” Holland said. “And we’ll equip you with the latest air gear—Floating Spell Devices—so your Two-Headed Dragons can carry several tons of explosives.”
His eyes darkened. “His Majesty himself said: Ogres are a threat to the Empire. They hinder our Great Blueprint. As members of this elite aerial unit, your mission is to completely eradicate the ogre menace. Make them… a sumptuous barbecue.”
The Quest Panel shimmered into existence before Stuffed Bun and Singo.
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【Ugo Grassland Aerial Bombardment】
Quest Type: War Mission
Objective: Eliminate as many Ogres as possible
Description:
After a mysterious accident, the Ogres gained terrifying strength and accelerated reproduction. Like a virus, they spread across the Ugo Grassland, devouring everything in their path.
Emperor Kai Xiusu of the Ember Empire sensed the threat immediately. He believes their existence will obstruct the Empire’s expansion—possibly leading to catastrophe.
To protect the world and secure the Empire’s future, he conquered Aivendeldan and turned it into a military base to crush the northern Ogres.
Empire warriors, massacre them all.
Let the Endless Flame purify the Ugo Great Plain.
Reward: Massive Gold, Faction Contribution, Gold Coins
Special Mission Title: 【Barbecue Master】
(End of Chapter)
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