The Dragon Race's purchase went smoothly.
They thought these weapons were a lot.
But Lynn's military factories could only be said to be maintaining the status quo.
They were operating as usual, like those with four hearts.
Anything they produced that couldn't be used was simply put into storage.
So the goods could be delivered right on the spot.
It shocked everyone.
But only those who truly understood how quickly heat weapons were consumed knew that hundreds of millions of bullets were nowhere near enough.
Suppressive fire could burn through five years' worth of reserves.
Every country had learned this lesson in the First World War.
The Tsardom of Russia had suffered the most.
Even the Dragon Race was baffled. "You're not going to deliver them gradually over time?"
More than a hundred true dragons and several thousand dragonkin of mixed human-dragon descent watched as the weapons were loaded.
And there was absolutely no fawning over the Dragon Race.
The Dragon Race had never seen these weapons firsthand. They only knew they wanted to buy them and test them back home.
The true dragons were mostly friendly Silver Dragons, along with some Gold Dragons.
They kept the peace, and the dragonkin's arrogance went ignored.
Because leaders shaped their subordinates.
Lynn was the same as ever. He didn't even give the Dragon Race a discount.
There were no tests, either.
They showed up and got their goods; the Dragon Race was responsible for transporting them.
The weapons came with manuals.
The dragonkin were thoroughly bewildered. "Why are the humans here so different?"
"Yeah, it's so strange. And what use are all these weapons we're buying?"
They hadn't even been put to use yet.
Those who had firsthand experience with these weapons would soon appear.
The Dragon Race had arrived quickly, and