If she took that chess piece herself...
Then she'd really be completely screwed.
"I surrender."
For the first time in a long while, the genius young lady chose to surrender without even throwing out a couple of sarcastic remarks.
"Surrendering works."
Russell also refrained from pressing the attack for once—he genuinely had things to deal with today. So, he directly shoved the dragon's ashes over to the geniuses and Mobius, while also dragging over the doctor who had been electrocuted.
"Can you figure this out?"
Russell pointed at the ashes of the God of Bloodsuckers. As long as they could remove the fatal weakness where a Dragon Spirit Race's body amplified the enemy's attack output after its armor was broken, this thing would practically be a cheat that let one climb to heaven by stepping on one's own feet.
"I think I've already told you about the Dragon Spirit Race."
"You only told Mobius. Herta and I have never heard it."
As Ruan Mei spoke, Russell directly used the Black Crown to copy everything he knew into the minds of everyone present.
As the information flooded in, even Ruan Mei was stunned for a moment.
"Crossing several stretches of time at once? Isn't that like asking one's future self a question, then having that farther-future self look back and provide the answer? Wouldn't that mean any research that normally took an eternity could be completely understood in a single day?"
"Theoretically, yes. But there should be a limit to how much power and wisdom it can request from the future. Otherwise, the End Dragon wouldn't have been killed by the War God's spear."
Even so, the scholars around them all revealed delighted expressions. "It's already excellent. Even with limitations, this is an incredibly powerful ability."
"Speaking of which, can the