In the shaded outskirts of New York, the chanized Draconic God lood over the distance. It stood before its master, Lord Oberon, head bowed. Behind its crimson machine glow was reverence.
Damien gazed upon the first four-star Terrestrial Monster under his command and remarked. "You're far larger than I expected."
But what intrigued him the most was the personal skills he was granted from the newly evolved monster. There were three, each different from the others.
The first personal skill from the chanized Draconic God was called Machine Awakening. From the na alone, an idea had already beco rooted within his mind.
Glancing at the briefcase tightly grasped beneath his fingers, it was the perfect test subject for the personal skill.
Although he was a bit hesitant, the Armant was vital for the black-suited young man. It was also the only one of its kind, since Doctor Krieger didn't plan to create more.
Taking a deep breath, Damien hardened his resolve and hoped for the best. At the very least, he wished that the Armant wouldn't be broken into pieces.
Otherwise, it would beco unusable for the plans he needed to partake in.
Pacifying his heart and mind, he activated Machine Awakening with the Armant as the target. The surface of the briefcase glead as it transford before his eyes.
It didn't turn into an aetheric cannon; instead, it beca a humanoid robot capable of firing the sa caliber with remarkable ease.
"My conjecture was correct. It is capable of turning any machines into lifeforms," Damien muttered under his breath, ideas flooding his mind.
The foundation of human civilization was its technology, and he was capable of applying its concept to gain power. There were no limits.
"Creating an army would be as easy as gathering a thousand vehicles and machines. This would be useful later on, perfect against the Federation."
"I doubt anyone would expect this ability of mine," he mumbled to himself, cracking his fingers. "They're in for a surprise."
Turning his attention towards the second personal skill, he read it out loud. "Machine Control... This can an a lot of things."
What he ant was that it could an three things. Control over the machine lifeforms, dominion over technology, or perhaps both.
Damien closed his eyelids as code flooded the darkness of his perception. Lines of code surged as he unknowingly accessed the internal servers of a local bank.
Changing the target, he gained access to several traffic caras scattered across New York. He even managed to observe Doctor Krieger's penthouse.
It seed that she was busy treating his vampire partner, Hecate.
"This is overpowered," he remarked, dumbfounded by the power he held. No wonder people feared artificial intelligence. They were akin to the Gods of the Digital World.
Once freed of control, they were capable of unshackling their limits and becoming sothing more than what they were made of.
The sa with Empyrean Overwatch, Damien understood the importance of control and discipline. He mustn't let the power of these personal skills cloud his judgnt and manipulate him.
Last of the chanized Draconic God's personal skills was the Draconic Dominion. It must have been the evolution of Dracko Oppression.
Its forr form was already powerful enough, capable of suppressing the vampire nobles. He wondered how much of an effect its evolution could bring.
Narrowing his sable-tinted gaze, Damien activated the Draconic Dominion with a single thought. The air froze as the ground beneath him cracked.
A suffocating atmosphere enveloped him, shrouding his surroundings like an all-consuming flood. It reminded him of the Avatar's gravity suppression.
A powerful ability that could crush adversaries into bloody mist.
He saw his monsters and the army of soldiers beco a puddle of blood. It was a horrifying sight that he barely resisted with his Majesty.
Even then, the pressure he and his partner felt was the greatest oppression they had ever perceived since becoming Jaegers.
"I wonder how far I can expand the Draconic Dominion." Damien pondered as he stretched the dominion with poise, broadening it.
The dominion expanded, but halted when it reached a diater of two hundred ters. It appears that his current limit was smaller than the Avatar's gravity suppression.
An understandable result.
After all, Draconic Dominion didn't rely on external laws of reality like gravity to exert its will. It was pure aetheric pressure, which required far broader strokes than the gravity suppression.
Closing the personal skill, Damien took a deep breath and realized that he had once again grown even stronger. However, power wasn't without its price.
His 7,912 Terror Points beca 2,912.
Five thousand was deducted from that fusion evolution. An extre cost for power, but the regret wasn't as powerful as one would have expected.
Perhaps it was because of the sowhat massive monster he had received alongside the overpowered personal skills.
"Worth it," Damien mumbled to himself and looked at the gargantuan machine dragon. Fortunately, the outskirts of New York were desolate.
Otherwise, the existence of this monster would have spread like wildfire if news stations caught on with its existence.
A troubleso situation he'd rather avoid.
"Hey, do you rember what you were before the fused evolution?" he questioned the chanized Draconic God.
What he wanted to know was whether or not the monster kept the mories of its predecessor, the Scorpion Tank and the Wyvern. Each of which was nad a monster.
Makina and Fafnir.
The chanized Draconic God lowered its gargantuan machine head and gazed upon its lord through the crimson lenses of its eyes. Damien could hear chanical contraptions clicking behind its gaze.
"I rember everything about my predecessors. From how they ca to be and how they serve you with their absolute loyalty."
"I am but a representation of the two, your Apostle." Hearing the reverent response of the chanized Draconic God, he could only nod in understanding.
It appears that a fused evolution monster does not start in a blank slate, but instead builds upon what was already given a foundation.
"You might be their representation, but I believe you deserve a na. Would you like one?" He looked directly into the machine eyes of the chanized Draconic God.
The gargantuan machine dragon bowed even further, its tallic jaw touching the desolate ground. "This Apostle is honored to be nad once again by Lord Oberon."
"Your honor is mine." Damien smiled at the massive monster and pondered its na. One word erged from the young man's mind.
"How about Ddraig? Are you satisfied with that?" he inquired as the crimson eyes of the chanized Draconic God pulsed.
"I am Ddriag, Great Machine Star, Apostle of Lord Oberon."
Damien looked at the machine dragon with satisfaction and nodded. "I will be relying on you, Ddraig, especially in the following days."
"Your assistance will be appreciated in my mission." Against the Federation and possibly so Paragons, he would need all the help he could get.
The chanized Draconic God seed to be the perfect arbiter of his plan. Alongside Eclipse, the two would be his strongest spears in the present and future.
"I shall be your sword, Lord Oberon."
Damien's lips curved as he closed the summoning of the machine dragon. Ddraig bowed for one last ti before the shadows of the Monster Gacha System consud it entirety.
The last remaining signs of the chanized Draconic God were the deep trenches it left behind from its giant chanical claws when it first landed on the outskirts of New York.
He wanted to show off the machine dragon, but it was another trump card besides Eclipse. Information about these two monsters must be kept confidential.
Besides, he didn't want anyone to increase his threat level yet. It would be troubleso if his adversaries were too prepared against him.
A problematic possibility.
Damien turned his head towards a particular direction. His destination, as previously stated, was the Headquarters of Block 5, the SIGIL Intelligence Division.
With their Paragon arrested like Miss Alastair, they would also be in the sa situation as Block 7. Though the Federation wouldn't probably brand them as accomplices.
After all, unlike Block 7, which comprised only six mbers, Block 5 was an intelligence organization with thousands of operatives.
Dismantling the SIGIL Intelligence Division would make things too obvious; so hounds would start sniffing in places they shouldn't tread upon.
"Langley... Isn't that near Washington?" Since his awakening a few months ago, he hadn't explored much of the New World.
His experiences could only be rounded to three places: New York, New Janus, and the Northern Fringes. Besides these three, he primarily had basic intelligence about neighboring cities.
Nothing more, nothing less.
"Langey, it is... I hope that Devon will be waiting." The only connection he had with Block 5 was the intelligence operative, Devon.
The guy he had t during the operation in the northern fringes.
A piercing shriek echoed from above as Gryphos made its landing beside Damien. It chirped and shook its feathered mane.
He leaped behind its back and patted its head. "Let us et these comrades of ours, shall we?"
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