In the lab, I was excited with Sacha and the other wyverns.

We now had thousands of litres, not an Olympic swimming pool of sulphuric acid...

"Now things are going to get tough!"

No one, not even a monster could enter this cave of death except the wyverns of my tribe.

Krii looked at me. "Now we're going to do some chemical cooking!

Everything here is dangerous very!!!"

I had reduced our sizes to that of humans so I could do manipulations.

Kraa: "Is it fun?"

"Yes!! very... we're going to transform some materials into others, make antibiotics and explosives!, plastics and ... lots of things."

At first it annoyed me but working in a lab again in Wyvern form and with my family was fun, relaxing and motivating. I was reborn again.

The Brilliant Dragon was back from the dead!

I was delighted to open the wooden box with the precious glass globe with a bottle opening on top and 2 more on the side. In the middle was a sort of glass rod. I remember the face of the dwarf blower complaining that he had to start over 10 times to get it right.

First we mixed the magically purified sulphuric acid with salt.

Then the mixture was boiled in another glass and the bottle was connected to one of the openings on the side. In this way, the gases emitted found their way into the condenser.

At the top, a cold liquid condensed the gas into drops that were collected by the condenser.

Hundreds of machines were connected, producing hydrochloric acid drop by drop. This crazy concentrated acid could melt tissue immediately.

Then we took some sulphur flowers from the volcano: Geyserite!

It was dissolved and the vapours cooled in a glass still. Then the liquid obtained by condensation (water had to be added to cool the still) was mixed with hydrochloric acid to obtain chlorosulphuric acid.

Outside, steam engines were running at full speed (they were small) and dynamos were producing electricity.

The electrodes were immersed in the mixture to break down the salt.

The result was sodium hydroxide. A bath in it and it dissolved instantly.

Next, urine was collected to make ammonia.

Then with alcohol, bicarbonate of soda and other products found in alchemists' stocks, SULFAMIDES were created! The first antibiotics!

Production was immediately delivered to the faithful forces.

Now nitric acid!

The process was fairly rapid and fulmicoton was produced in large quantities.

The wyverns took explosive blocks by blocks to the goblins who filled the bottles by the hundreds.

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They were fitted to the balistas, crossbows and bow arrows.

When the first delivery was made, Enclin smiled a little.

It's going to be carnage," he said, "but they're still going to crush us.

Then a curtain was drawn.

"We've got bigger ones"...

The day of the ultimatum arrived and the coalition troops were on the march.

At the far end of her palace, the Enchantress went down a secret passage in one of the mini-towers adjoining her room and arrived in an inaccessible area of the cellars.

A summoning chamber was lit by glowing gems and, dressed in her red witch's robe, she entered a dark room. The only light was a small red gem and she put a cloth over it. Then the back of the mirror revealed another place and her portrait was replaced by that of Duke Salos. He had a long face with a short beard and a fine moustache, giving him the air of a prince of Bavaria.

He wore a Renaissance costume with white embroidered flower lace, rather like the portraits of François the First.

A plate was concealed behind a cloth lined with gold on a black background and a sturdy rapier with a black scabbard also hung from his belt.

"Your Majesty, we have followed your instructions and are currently monitoring the actions of the Empress and her mad dragon.

He's had clocks made, weird spinning tops, he's destroyed the alchemy labs and replaced them with big empty spaces like toilets and is forcing creatures like humans to put on a white shroud.

To calm the generals who are on the verge of resignation, he has used his dragon saliva to augment some of the weapons. This won't change anything in the course of the battle apart from making smoke and noise and trying to frighten our horses.

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The system confirmed that he had become a demon lord afflicted with madness.

This is probably why they are so aggressive. It's either rage or madness. And for us, it's an opportunity. He is stricken with madness.

Should we give him a way out when we take the capital?"

The enchantress pondered.

"No, we shouldn't. If he surrenders, he will be sealed as an animal and stripped of his powers. The Empress will then be judged by a people's court and there is no shortage of hatred.

Her hands are covered in the blood of those who tried to stop her when she took power."

Salos: "One last thing, you validate my immunity from the justice of Magincia, of the republic, and you uphold our family and its rights?"

"I have only one word, Duke!"

"And the other wyverns, if they surrender, may I make them my mounts?"

"Yes, but what's the use? Peace will reign in the end, and all we'll have to do after that is hunt monsters and purge the dungeons."

But what about the other Demon Lords?

"They're dormant... she's a bogeyman and the demon king is on another continent.

With my powers doubled, they'll never set foot on our land again. Consider that they're in another world. There are thousands of miles of ocean to cross. "

"Well, your majesty..."

"Attack from the north and if there is any setback, 50,000 men are ready in reinforcements. Don't forget that they barely total 10,000 soldiers, half of whom are monsters and weak goblins."

She removed the cloth and went back up to her room, telekinetically swung open the secret passage panel, poured herself a glass of wine and drank to my health.

"Here's to you, Demon Lord!"

The technicians were hard at work laying electrical wires and fenders on the moat of the city walls and cables were being made and immediately transported to the dam.

All the technicians, villagers and monsters worked with the motivation of a better job and a better life.

The goblins had also brought dozens of giant spiders but, contrary to what the orcs thought, it was not to attack but for the silk.

The silk was drawn and spun to make electrical sheaths mixed with rubbery latex.

Next, the flat pieces of armour were replaced by silk bonded with fibreglass produced by blowing molten glass into a vat resembling a cotton candy machine. The spinning was done by a set of pulleys and a small steam engine.

Compressed, the silk and fibre became indestructible, resistant to fire, crossbows and spells (secret powder). (iron flakes!)), and sword blows. Real bullet-proof waistcoats, strong, light and comfortable.

I'd planned to use duralumin, but we didn't have time... We needed a lot of electricity and the turbine was necessary. Maybe next month... if we're still here!

Pigeons and falcons alerted the Adventurers' Guild that the Duke was leaving his castle with his troops and marching towards the capital.

A 2-day march at the most!

The Nordic Duke Salos was with his horsemen, siege engines and around 50,000 men behind him.

As well as field equipment, they all had like a skin cloth with anti-acid runes. This was also what the intelligence was for.

Enclin was panicking and nothing was complete in terms of defence. Everything was a work in progress.

He flipped out and went straight to Chlorophylle.

She was with the hard-working heroes. In other words, they had the gift of 'transfer' and 'teaching' as well as cancelling magic, in addition to their immunity. They were useless heroes and only in the background. At least, that's how they'd been judged and almost put in irons for being ... useless in the eyes of the former emperor.

But I saw a treasure in their skills. They could pass on their knowledge with incomprehensible speed, like transferring in a day the knowledge learned at school in a year.

It was thanks to them that I could opt for this strategy of technological leapfrogging. It was subtle, discreet and nobody could understand me. In their eyes, I was mad, but there's a fine line between genius and madness.

She was transferring her mana to the heroes and Enclin couldn't understand what she was doing.

"Majesty, sorry to interrupt but Duke Salos is marching on the capital and we're going to get slaughtered. Almost all the soldiers have fled or joined the coalition. Only the monsters remain and they despise us for our cowardice. I can understand them, but I will remain loyal to you."

"Mir knows what he's doing..he's going to crush the northern army and make an example of them. Try to convince the troops to remain loyal. I'm not joking... "

"Forgive me, but it's not with a few grenades that you stop 50,000 determined men with the whole country behind them supporting them."

"General, you know that if you want to deceive your enemies, you have to know how to lie to your friends."

"They have a fully charged orb of magic cancellation and even with all the demon lord's destructive mana, Mir will be overwhelmed, exhausted and the hordes of mages will pulverise everything, then, my sources tell me that 2 more armies are in reserve and will come from the West and South to pincer us and prevent us from retreating to Fort d'Hiver . If you want to flee, now is the time! Tomorrow will be too late.

"My life belongs to Mir, as does the empire. We will have reinforcements"

"If they are monsters, some have left, probably to join other demon lords".

It was then that I entered the room, completely ignoring the others.

"Chloro... follow me!"

And off we went into the palace garden.

After a quick scan to see if anyone was watching, I shrank in size and took on the humanoid form of a wyvern man.

I took the Empress's hand and said.

"Fate is upon you and also upon me, my little queen... and... I am unhappy."

My proud dragon look was masked by my sensitivity and I wanted a hug from Chlorophylle.

Chlorophylle: "I know, you're still the little wyvern I love, despite your size and your unfair status as a Lord demon..."

I didn't say anything, but the look in my eyes and my demeanour made me agree.

I wanted to snuggle up to her and caress herself.

"Mir... Do you want to run away with me and your tribe?"

I nodded, but my tears indicated that I was stuck, caught in a vicious spiral. The system was for humans, and their gods and mine was twisted, warped and hellish.

"Come against me, my cuddly toy!"

And she squeezed me and we headed for the bed.

She undressed and took me between her arms, her breasts covering my chest and her face against my long neck.

Then, like a swan, I arched my neck so that my mouth was level with her mouth and we kissed.

Our tongues met, but his never touched my venomous canines.

My saliva being a powerful aphrodisiac, she lost her self-control and flipped me onto my back, her fingers between my winged claws and her lower belly in contact with me, and the next moment we were making love.

She screamed with pleasure, just enjoying the moment, united with me and my dragon anatomy.

We stayed like that for an hour, unaware of the consequences. Especially for her.

When we parted, she cried, wishing she could have stayed longer. But time was running out and that was what we missed most.

Many warriors and soldiers were returning for a final leave.

From the garden, I flew to the last fortress protecting the capital, Masala, some fifty kilometres away.

Troops were stationed there and I was surprised by the simplicity... A square courtyard, walls and 4 small towers flanking the corners, on a plain.

The orc geomancers and shamans were there and I ordered "build the moat here and there".

Shaman: "But why make these tiny bleeds?

Me: "We're going to build a low wall for the artificers. The enemies will charge in with the cavalry and the uneven ground will break the horses' momentum and their legs. We need to stuff it with straw."

Then, using mana, I had flat rocks erected.

An hour later, the fortress was surrounded by a Vauban-style star-shaped structure.

The ballistas and explosive tiles were placed on the flat rocks.

Lots of crossbows and bows with tnt bottles were ready.

Next, the amphorae were placed at the top of the towers for the harpies who had joined us a few days earlier.

There were around fifty of them and a tower had been set aside for them in the capital.

I had forbidden any close combat.

They were equipped with grenade belts and had to stay out of range of arrows and spells.

Then a canvas-covered cart arrived and the big tank was buried.

Pipes were connected to it and ran all around the periphery of the fortress, the little fortress of death.