Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

Equipment Department.

Now there is a thunderous snoring here, and even the noisy noise can't cover it.

The source of the snoring is the orc Gar who is sleeping soundly on a pile of parts.

As the Minister of Equipment Department who took office urgently, he would never have thought that he would receive the news of the coming war just when he had a place to display his talents.

As an orc who was enslaved by humans since childhood, he knew that once this war failed, those greedy humans would try to enslave them again, and his compatriots would return to the hellish life again.

So, in order to avoid all that, he didn't dare to stop for a moment in the past three months, and built power armor day and night.

Under the huge pressure, the bald head miraculously grew a thin and long hair.

When the wind blows, it will sway from side to side.

But if the little dragon lady hadn't feared his sudden death and transformed him into a dragonborn, and hadn't bought a large amount of refreshing and anti-fatigue energy potions for him before the merchants left, Garr might not have had a head of aloof hair, but grave grass.

But even with the triple assistance of energy potions, dragonborn body and magical intelligent brain Mia, three months was still too short.

The entire equipment department, minus those guys who had no forging foundation and could only do odd jobs, plus him as the director, had less than fifty people at most.

In the case of pursuing quantity instead of quality, they only had time to produce more than 300 sets of power armor and a set of special dragon-shaped power armor.

Among them, the most laborious one was this set of dragon-shaped power armor. Even with Garr's unscientific but very magical power of thinking, it took a full month and a half to produce it.

At the moment when the dragon-shaped power armor was completed, Garr finally couldn't hold on and fell down in the pile of parts.

This time, he slept particularly restlessly.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

"Is it the orc god of the past who came to lead me into the kingdom of God?" Gar thought in his sleep.

"It seems that I am exhausted. I don't know if His Majesty will erect a monument to commemorate me..."

"I have no regrets in this life..."

However, when he tried to open his heavy eyelids, he saw... a dragon head wearing flowered shorts.

"Hey, you're awake, congratulations, you are already a female orc." David said happily, taking out a pair of black stockings. "Come on, put this on and be crowned king!"

"Uh..."

At this moment, Gar doubted whether he had not woken up yet, and doubted whether he was beaten into the hell of Baator.

Otherwise, how could he see such a scene that reduced his sanity as soon as he opened his eyes?

It was not until he successfully refocused his eyes and saw the little dragon lady inspecting the power armor behind the little black dragon that he jumped up.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

Gar didn't even care about David, he pushed away the little black dragon who wanted to put stockings on his head, and ran towards Irene in the distance.

"Huh?"

Irene turned around and saw Gar staggering and kneeling in front of her, with the hair on his head swaying back and forth.

Like a seaweed swaying in the waves...

The little dragon lady, who had seen big scenes, nodded calmly and said, "Wake up, you've worked hard recently."

"No, no." Gar got up from the ground with some hesitation, took a bottle of energy potion handed over by his subordinates, poured it all into his mouth, and swallowed it with a "gulp".

After wiping his mouth, he saw that his whole orc was much more energetic, and even the hair on his head became more firm.

"Your Majesty, you are here to see the dragon-type power armor, right?"

Seeing Irene nod, Gar threw away the potion bottle in his hand and trotted ahead to lead the way: "I have just completed your power armor."

"I haven't had time to study the equipment brought out from the ancient orc spaceship. To be honest, I am not very suitable for studying those things."

"I have been studying this set of dragon-type power armor for more than a month. It is really uncomfortable to have no one to help me. I have to figure it out by myself. Your Majesty's brain is almost exhausted!"

He showed a painful mask.

"Give me a blueprint or a ready-made equipment and ask me to modify it. I can think about how to modify it, but I am not very good at asking me to disassemble and study how those twists and turns are made."

"So this set of power armor can only increase your strength and speed, increase some defense, and does not have many additional means of attack."

"That... will hinderShould I cast a spell? "Irene asked after a moment's hesitation. As a black dragon who works part-time as a mage, her spellcasting ability is as important as her natural strength, and even better than that.

After all, long-range firepower coverage is much safer than close combat.

"Uh, this..." Gar stopped, put his hand on a hemp rope, and licked his lips. "I think it shouldn't have any effect. The principle of power armor is just to connect those transmission shafts with magic power to amplify its own power."

"I have tested it on those ordinary power armors. As long as there is enough magic power to supply the power armor, it can cast spells as usual."

"It's just that it's a great burden on itself, but I think, with your majesty's strength, it shouldn't be a problem."

After flattering him a little, Gar pulled the rope hard.

"Crashed!"

As a curtain was pulled down, the huge metal creation behind it was exposed.