From Baron to Lord

They would even reach out to touch it from time to time, prompting the Behemoth to instinctively want to swat them away, but it forcibly restrained itself.

Although the previous Golden Behemoths were immune to most magical attacks, they would still suffer some damage if they encountered magic above the Saint domain, only it would be reduced.

But from Allen's perspective, the Golden Behemoth was completely immune to magic. How could this be?

As for strength?

Allen looked at the cracks inadvertently created under the Golden Behemoth's feet and felt there was no need to look any further.

In this climate, a dragon saw the Behemoth beasts gathered here and flapped its wings to come over.

Over these many days, they had also figured out the strength of the Behemoth beasts, "970".

They were just strong, had good magic resistance, and thick skin, but overall, the dragons still had the advantage.

Moreover, dragons could all fly. As long as they were careful, they could definitely play with them.

This Golden Behemoth had also suffered a lot from the dragons before. Now, seeing a dragon come over, it didn't roar and shout like other Behemoths, jumping upwards in vain.

This Golden Behemoth appeared very calm, only its eyes were fixed on the approaching dragon.

Allen also became interested. He also wanted to see the strength of this Golden Behemoth. He didn't stop it, but stood aside to watch the show.

Soon, the dragon came within a hundred meters of the Golden Behemoth and was about to launch a provocation.

The Golden Behemoth was one step ahead, reaching out its claws towards the dragon in the sky, and an earthy yellow light appeared on its claws.

"This is?" Allen looked on with some curiosity.

Roar— But they saw the dragon in the sky suddenly let out a wail, and its huge body also swayed greatly.

The entire dragon's flight path became crooked, and it no longer had the ease it had before.

"What is this? It doesn't look like magic." Allen naturally knew that all of this was related to the Golden Behemoth, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

However, it could be certain that it was definitely not magic. After all, dragons also had a high resistance to magic.

The dragon in the sky looked like it was carrying a mountain on its back, struggling in the air, but it was still falling down.

"Could this be another kind of energy?" Allen was still holding his chin, watching the dragon falling from the sky.

The dragon looked at the Golden Behemoth glaring at it below, as well as the other eager Behemoths around it. It also knew what the consequences of falling would be and couldn't help but panic.

Allen also recognized this as his previous dragon, Saffi. Seeing it desperately flapping its wings and realizing that it was still falling, it turned its gaze to its savior, Allen.

Allen ignored it. Anyway, the dragon had thick skin and it wasn't a big deal. He was happy to see this guy get beaten up.

Finally, when it was only a hundred meters from the ground, the Golden Behemoth suddenly exerted force and rushed into the sky, grabbing the desperate Saffi. Boom— The Golden Behemoth landed heavily with Saffi, and the ground trembled.

The Golden Behemoth was now firmly grabbing Saffi's neck and punched it hard.

Bang!

There was an amazing loud noise, and it looked painful. Saffi was also stunned by this punch, and the entire dragon stopped struggling.

But after a while, the struggle became more and more intense.

However, as the Golden Behemoth's fist continued to fall, the other Behemoths also happily pounced on it.

Allen's eyelids twitched when he saw Saffi being beaten violently by a group of Behemoths.

"Okay, okay, stop hitting." Allen heard Saffi's voice getting lower and lower, afraid that they would beat Saffi to a pulp, and hurriedly told them to stop.

Saffi seized the opportunity and hurriedly flew out. This time, with Allen's help, the Golden Behemoth didn't continue to attack.

Saffi didn't dare to look back and burrowed into the mountains, never daring to come out again.

As for the other dragons, they had naturally hid long ago. "What a treasure."

Allen looked at the Golden Behemoth's tens of meters of body and its dark golden fur and couldn't help but drool.

Sure enough, the Golden Behemoth was really the overlord of the land.

If the Behemoths didn't have wings, Allen could almost imagine that the Behemoths would definitely become the most powerful creatures on the continent... Now, even if the dragons approached, they would be abused. After all, this scene just happened in front of Allen's eyes.

Seeing the ten Behemoths surrounding the Golden Behemoth, it also seemed very proud.

And with such Behemoths, he could still have more than ninety. Next, they would definitely be the biggest weapon of Allen's kingdom!

The Source World was about to be conquered in a month, and the more strength, the better. Allen directly waved his hand and summoned all the remaining light spheres.

Looking at the ten Behemoths in front of him looking at him eagerly, he was both amused and annoyed.

"Okay, I won't forget you." Saying that, he patted them all into the light spheres.

Seeing that there were still many left, Allen exchanged for more than eighty Behemoths.

Although he had obtained more than 30 million merit points before, they were used up quickly.

Allen had already spent some to build some elementary extraordinary buildings in the other principalities.

And now, exchanging for Behemoths had become a double digit, looking pitiful.

Looking at the Behemoths that had just come out, Allen was too lazy to say anything and patted them into the light spheres as well.

"You have to be honest and don't always bully them, understand?" Allen looked at the only Golden Behemoth, as well as the dragon that was hiding out of sight, and said somewhat helplessly.

Now, he had to worry about the safety of the dragons instead.

Seeing the Golden Behemoth obediently nod, Allen felt a little better and patted it to retreat.

As soon as he went out, he heard the Minister of Finance, Sparrow, requesting an audience 1.7. Allen saw that it was already dark. It seemed that the auction was over, and Sparrow should have come to him for this matter. Sure enough, Sparrow came in excitedly and said to Allen frantically: "Your Majesty, our auction this time has reached 9 billion gold coins, unprecedented!" "What!"

Even though he was prepared, Allen was still shocked when he heard this number.

“A single auction actually generated revenue almost equal to the entire annual tax revenue of the Allen Kingdom? Are you kidding me?”

“That's indeed the case, Your Majesty.”

“Our glass and two types of magic potions were the most popular, especially the Breakthrough Potion. They went crazy when they saw it.”

“We prepared a sufficient supply of magic potions, and the Breakthrough Potion alone accounted for forty percent of the revenue.”

Chapter 470: The Musket

“However, they bought a lot today. I'm afraid sales won't be as high in the future,” Sparrow said with some regret.

Because the Allen Kingdom is relatively short on funds right now, Allen didn't ask Sparrow to use the previous strategy of scarcity marketing and opened up the supply.

“It doesn't matter. Anyway, these potions are one-time use. They will come back to buy more before long. Moreover, right now it's only countries within the Radiant Empire. The other three empires are also a huge market,” Allen said, and Sparrow perked up.

“Also, the prince and ministers of the Ouke Kingdom discussed it and are willing to pay the Allen Kingdom to build railways for them.”

“Has the price been negotiated?” Allen was quite interested in this, as the Allen Kingdom still had a significant funding gap.

Although the harvest was plentiful, Allen's expenses were definitely not small.

“Yes, we have already negotiated. One hundred gold coins per kilometer of railway, ten thousand gold coins per train car, and one million for a train head,” Sparrow said confidently. Allen gasped when he heard this. This guy was truly ruthless, worthy of being the Minister of Finance.

Of course, for the Minister of Finance, any method that can obtain more wealth is considered qualified.

“Also, I have contacted the envoys of other duchies. They are all interested in many things from the Allen Kingdom, including the iron carriages, but they need to go back and discuss it with their kings. They are also a potential customer base.” Allen looked at Sparrow, “When did you become so clever?”

Although Sparrow used to handle matters well, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to find others like this before. “This…” Sparrow was a little embarrassed. “Prime Minister Basculich asked me to do it.”

Allen nodded, that made more sense. Basculich, as the Prime Minister of the Norton Kingdom for decades, was indeed experienced.

“Alright, you did a good job with this matter. You may leave,” Allen dismissed Sparrow.

After thinking for a moment, Allen headed towards the alchemy laboratory.

Last time, Allen had them look at the design drawings he obtained, but he hadn't been back since.

A few days ago, they came over and said it was ready, but he was busy with the auction and didn't go over.

Now that he had time, it was a good opportunity to see how they were doing.

After all, the war with the Source World was about to begin, and Allen was certain that the musket would definitely play a huge role.

Allen arrived at the alchemy laboratory and saw that it was very lively. The floor was scattered with parts, and occasionally, one could see the prototype of some muskets.

“Your Majesty, you're here? That's great!” Monte, who was prone to jumping, saw Allen at a glance and shouted, waving the tool in his hand.

Hearing what Monte, who was prone to jumping, said, the others also noticed Allen and stepped forward one after another. “Your Majesty, are you here to see the musket today?”

Seeing Allen nod, he hurriedly took out a box. “After a month of hard work, we have developed the musket that Your Majesty requested. Please take a look, Your Majesty.”

Boltzmann said, handing Allen a gun.

“This gun is an improvement on the previous muskets made by our alchemists. This gun combines most of the advantages of the previous muskets.”

Hearing Boltzmann say this, Allen immediately lowered his head to take a good look at the gun.

This gun was pure silver-white, about the same length as the guns Allen had seen before, only a little thicker.

The butt of the gun was still made of wood, but it wasn't ordinary wood. It was produced by the Treants according to Allen's requirements.

Although it couldn't be considered a magical material, it was much better than some ordinary things.

The whole gun looked very large, but it didn't seem bulky at all. It was very light, and even an ordinary person could easily hold it.

The structure of the musket was roughly the same as Allen's previous life, only with some slight differences.

Allen looked inside the muzzle and, sure enough, there was a circle of fine threads.

He also unloaded the magazine and saw the silver-white bullets inside, which were almost identical to those of his previous life. He nodded in satisfaction.

These alchemists really didn't disappoint him. He only provided a rough design drawing, and they were able to recreate it to this extent.

“Would Your Majesty like to try it?” Boltzmann looked at Allen with some eagerness.

Allen was indeed a little itchy. He nodded and smiled, “This time, you don't want me to test it in the house again, do you?”

“How could we? Your Majesty, please come outside,” Boltzmann led Allen outside.

Looking at the target about a thousand meters away, Allen raised an eyebrow, “Is the effective range of this gun so far?”

There were also some terms in that book, so Boltzmann understood Allen's meaning.

“It's more than that, Your Majesty. We tested this gun, and the effective range is a full 1,200 meters. We only set it to 1,000 meters for safety.”

“And we can make it even further, but Your Majesty said it was for ordinary soldiers, so we didn't increase the range.”

“Well, one thousand meters is enough for them to use,” Allen nodded, looking at the gun in his hand.

As he spoke, Allen had already aimed at the target. In order to test it better, Allen didn't use extraordinary abilities or mental power, and only used his naked eyes to aim.

Aim, fire.

Bang—Allen felt a slight thrust in his hand, and a tiny bullet had already flown out.

In the center of the distant target, a hole had already appeared. It looked pretty good.