Chapter 759

Dark clouds and cold winds swept across, like the end of the day.

A void appeared in the dark clouds, and a star trailing flames flashed away.

There is no slow motion that is used in movies, that is, the clouds pierce through the sky and the earth in a flash! But Anyang could still faintly see something in the fire, a metal object.

After a long time, the muffled sound came slowly from a distance.

"Are you here again?"

"But this time there are so few..."

Faced with this vision, Anyang was not in a hurry. He frowned for a while and thought for a while, and then he knocked on the table when he felt that something was wrong.

A Celestial Soldier immediately strode in.

"General!"

"Yeah." Anyang nodded and pointed to the rain curtain that had just fallen outside the window, "Did you see it?"

"Saw."

"It's a little weird this time."

"The City Guards have already dealt with it, and we don't know the result yet, but if there is only one, even if it falls outside the mask of Silvermoon City, it will not pose a threat to us."

"Um."

Anyang nodded, then lowered his head and picked up the pen.

He worked hard a few days ago and finally finished planning the empire's power system and built a preliminary framework. The foundation has been decreed and can be handed over to these people to complete. Even a troublesome decree requires this new organization to come down to the place, just need his personal supervision.

And what he is worrying about now is the culturalism of the empire in the future, and he is also ready to plan it out himself.

But this is not as simple as a government decree stipulating what the people should do and how officials should implement it, and it is far from something that people usually see.

Even people in a culturalism don't know what motivates them to develop certain behavioral habits, ways of thinking, or to automatically prefer one over the other when faced with a choice.

This is the power of culture, it determines whether you are eastern or western more than genes, whether you are Chinese or Japanese more than blood, and it is latent.

Even if Anyang's brain power is far beyond ordinary people's, even if he has the culture left by the original temple as a blueprint, he wants to personally transform a cultural system, and promote this culture in the empire by himself. Or to complete the results that many civilizations have evolved naturally for hundreds of years in more than ten years is still a big challenge!

He can't make the rules tough, because it may trigger a backlash, which is not something the army can suppress.

He can only use various side means to guide, to slowly form, shape, and secretly cultivate intentionally.

For example, this land has lacked thousands of years of ideological education and religious culture, and the emerging imperial laws have obvious biases on rewards and punishments, as well as some related decrees, and even a speech by a highly respected person...

Countless investigations, facts, and studies have shown that every culture and custom has its causes, whether rational or irrational, there must be a cause.

Existence is reasonable, not just talk.

Even if a super rubbish system or culturalism is necessarily required by a certain period, or caused by the inevitable events of a certain period, it is only rubbish because it is no longer applicable to the existing era.

This theory provides Anyang with a lot of reference.

For example, most scholars believe that China's sense of music culture originates from the theory of "Original Qi", while the culture of sense of guilt in the West is closely related to Christian dogma. Even the culture of sense of shame that is popular in China and Japan also comes from Confucian education. The teachings of famous classics such as The Analects of Confucius and Mencius.

But they have all gone through many years of evolution, through the tempering of history and the shock and panning of generations, military conflicts or ideological conflicts, and finally they were able to make the trip.

Anyang has brought in a group of educational scholars, anthropologists, and ideological scholars in the apocalyptic world, supplemented by historians, political and legal scholars, who have been studying it for more than half a month.

At this time, Tianbing, who had been standing beside him, looked down at his watch and suddenly raised his head solemnly.

"General, the results are back!"

"Huh?" Anyang looked at him, and after writing the thoughts just now, he put down the pen, "Is there anything special?"

The handsome Heavenly Soldier said solemnly: "That's not the mechanical creature and the mother nest of mechanical creatures cast on the resource star, but it seems to be the dormant warehouse left by the temple thousands of years ago!"

"What!" Anyang suddenly stood up.

Tianbing lowered his head.

"Take me there!" Anyang said immediately.

"Yes, General!"

The Heavenly Soldier began to walk out the door, and Anyang also took off a coat from the wall next to him and quickly followed.

On the huge flying port protruding from the castle, several black mechas about 2.5 meters tall lightly soared into the sky, with light blue tail flames, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

The gloomy dark clouds and raindrops perfectly concealed the black smoke guarding the shadow mecha.

"Suddenly..."

The mecha lightly fell to the ground.

A few clicks.

Two small electromagnetic pulse cannons popped out from the shoulders of the black streamlined mecha, and the laser transmitter on the right arm also ejected. With a screeching sound, a 150-special laser sword also fell to the ground out of thin air, just like a pair of preparations for battle attitude.

The raindrops dribbled down, hitting the matte black alloy armor of the mecha without splashing the slightest splash and flowing down the stream.

Then a cloud of black smoke descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the shadow mecha, condensing into a human form with a bang.

"General!"

There was a shout from the mecha standing at the scene.

"Well." Anyang nodded and looked forward.

He waved his hand to let the shadow mecha disarm, and snapped his fingers again. A thin protective shield appeared above his head, and all the raindrops fell on his head and automatically dispersed.

A huge metal object knocked out a deep crater in front of it, at least a kilometer in diameter, like a meteorite falling on the ground, and like being bombed by a doomsday catastrophe. The road leading to the outside world that Yinyue City had just built was annihilated, and the trees and forests were all gone. Anyang remembered that it used to be a pile of gravel, and now it is gone.

The raindrops fell on this scorched earth and made a screeching sound from time to time, and bursts of white smoke came out, which was a little unpleasant.

"Walk!"

Anyang said and walked into the distance.

The ground was still hot, but he didn't seem to feel it, and the mecha guards didn't care, they followed behind him and walked towards the metal object.

There are already many people from Silvermoon City around.

Dozens of adjudication mechas are small in size, but they are particularly conspicuous. In addition, there are many adjudication mechas blocking the road.

An Qi in a silver-white combat uniform stood in front of the metal object and waited, staring at the metal object in a trance. Next to her was a half-human figure, which was a little fox.

These celestial soldiers quickly discovered Anyang's arrival, and they turned around and bowed: "General!"

Anyang nodded and glanced at Xiaochan again: "Why are you here?"

Xiaochan took a weak step back, but accidentally bumped into a hot metal object, and withdrew her hand like lightning.

Anyang twitched the corners of his mouth.

It is estimated that An Qi has just arrived, and her mecha is still standing beside her. The previous person reported back that it was not unreasonable to say that this huge thing was a dormant warehouse, because the words 'No.

The font is slightly rounded, typical of the temple style.

The metal shell of the dormant chamber has been cut with a laser sword to cut a large hole, and two heavenly soldiers are standing at the door.

Anyang looked at An Qi: "What's the situation?"

An Qi frowned and pondered for a long time, and said, "You should go and see for yourself, I'm not sure."

Anyang frowned, nodded, and walked in.

The diameter of this dormant chamber is about 100 meters. Obviously, it is not a single dormant chamber. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a dormant chamber or an escape spacecraft. The appearance is not a pure angel alloy, because the fatigue resistance and plasticity required by aviation alloys are not the main advantages of angel alloys, which determines that it is more suitable for armor and less suitable for large spaceships.

But the metal is still very hard and resistant to high temperatures.

It is estimated that it slowed down as it approached the ground, and after a high-intensity impact, the internal equipment was still intact.

As soon as you walk in, there is a strong sense of science fiction, there is no obvious wiring, everything is smooth, but there are various monitoring, control and operation equipment everywhere.

Anyang ignored all this and went straight in.

An Qi walked after him, but found a small figure walking in front of her, she pursed her lips, stood in place and let Xiaochan go before she followed.

Inside is obviously a dormant cabin, with silver and white as the main color, and the console in the middle, but it is too simple to see what it is used for. There are dormant bins all around, and there are at least dozens of them neatly against the wall. The front glass panel can clearly see the people inside, and most of them are not young.

Xiaochan also raised her head high behind him, looking at these people who had been dormant for an unknown number of years, thoughtfully.

Anyang's eyes were a little cold, and he walked to the console: "Can you use it?"

"meeting!"

An Qi knew that her god-general was talking to herself, so she walked over and slapped the console table with a slap.

Immediately, the metal panel swayed in circles like the water surface, and then radiated light, and a three-dimensional figure was projected, standing on the metal panel.

"Hello, descendants."

Anyang narrowed his eyes and looked directly at him.

This is an old man with a white beard. It is difficult to tell whether he is from the East or the West from the face. His eyes are shining with a faint golden luster, and he is wearing a complicated robe. Anyang naturally recognized that the costume of the archbishop of the magical world was actually the robe of the former temple, which represented his status as a ruling class, and his status was not low.

"Hello." Anyang said tentatively.

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