Chapter 949 — Who's the One Out of Character?
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This aged dragon, in human form, wore a pale gold robe of indeterminate material; set into the skin of his forehead were several diamond-shaped plates of silver-white metal, from whose seams a faint shimmering light emerged. Some of those streams of light spread along the old man's facial skin and finally gathered into the socket of his right eye—and Gaoyang, having just looked carefully, was startled to find that the eye was in fact a prosthetic. He could see an obvious mechanical structure within the eyeball, and the focal point at its pupil was still constantly, subtly adjusting!
...Mechanical implantation?
Gaoyang could not help but freeze for a moment. Then his gaze caught a dragon standing guard at the edge of the platform, and he saw an obvious mechanical structure at the creature's lower jaw, with tube-like things extending from the back of its skull all the way into its shoulder blades—the features of flesh fused with machinery, utterly unconcealed, exposed directly to everyone's eyes.
A line burst instantly into his mind—what the hell is this?
What timeline did this cyber-dragon come bounding out of?!
These giant dragons living in dense cities full of light pollution and giant factories is one thing, but what's this about them messing around with spare parts on their own bodies?!
Gaocenxiang had thought that by dragging a magitek industrial revolution into a medieval world of magic he had already derailed the entire aesthetic of this world; yet ever since arriving in Tarrande he had begun to doubt himself on that score again and again, and now his doubt had finally reached its peak—he suddenly realized that when it came to sheer strangeness of style, he really could not compete with these dragons who had been cooped up on a single planet developing for hundreds of thousands, even millions, of years...
After a brief moment of astonishment, an inexplicable sense of relief welled up in him—
From today on, he no longer had to worry about whether he had derailed this world's aesthetic.
In the matter of aesthetics, he simply could not out-weird these cyber dragons...
Just then, the old man with the mechanical prosthetic eye extended a hand toward Gaoyang, and his voice cut through the thoughts racing every which way in Gaoyang's head: "Welcome to Tarrande, legendary hero of the human world, His Majesty Gaoyang Cecil—I am the Supreme Speaker of the Tarrande Council; you may call me Anqian."
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