Chapter 590 Giants (Thanks to the Leader of Qiqiu

At this moment, in the clouds, on the bridge of Ivy's flying giant ship

Hundreds of huge monitors shrouded the entire battlefield, reflecting all changes and disputes.

With the opening of the four gates, countless teams were pouring into the central tower, rushing to the battlefield, fighting for space with their opponents inch by inch.

But the big screen in the middle revealed an overly young face.

When the frivolous smile that had been hanging on his face dissipated, it became completely different from before. His dark eyes were calm and deep, as if reflecting an unseen abyss.

"Like a dragon, so scary."

Pan Delong lamented: "It seems that we are really unlucky when we encounter such an enemy."

Behind him, Harley Quinn, who had recently recovered from her injury, couldn't help but shake her head.

"When we met the Ivory Tower, we knew how bad our luck was, right?" He scratched his head and sighed helplessly, "Mr. Pandron, we won't lose, right?"

"Will you lose?"

Pandron squinted and looked over: "Harley Quinn, if you had worked more on probability, you wouldn't have said such stupid things."

"Please don't make it difficult for a linguistics teacher to learn mathematics, please?"

Harley Quinn shook her head and leaned down, just like the clown her codename refers to, and gave an obscene salute to the 'master' in front of her, sincerely teaching:

"Dear old gentleman, what is your opinion on the victory or defeat in front of you?"

"Originally, it would be about seventy-three points."

"Who is seven?" he asked subconsciously.

Pandelon didn't even bother to answer.

Harley Quinn's eyes widened, "Isn't that a sure defeat?"

"Our enemy is the tower of ivory, the last remnant of the heavenly lineage, the behemoth that has dominated the entire academic world for one hundred and ten years, the behemoth that made even the imperial universities of Rome bow their heads - in the iron crystal seat is The great master of the world, the incarnation of miracles walking on earth, our next opponent is the Frost Giant Legion, led by the youngest anointed person in history, an S-level military attache rated internally by the Asian Astronomical Society..."

Pan Delong asked in confusion, "Why do you think it is impossible for us to lose if we challenge such a person?"

"..."

Harley Quinn was stunned and looked to the left and right.

Because Pan Delong's voice was not concealed in any way and had even spread to everyone's ears. The busy members looked back blankly and looked at the old man's back.

"What's all the fuss about?"

The old man also looked back at them and asked indifferently: "Did we come here to lose? Did we persist until now just to surrender?"

From Rome, to London, to America, the long journey of displacement, division, struggle, poverty and hunger... Four hundred years of suffering have not knocked us down - to this day, we are still standing on the shoulders of giants!

The forefathers who established the name of Ivy fought hard all the way and finally got us here. Don’t say stupid things like going back home when you see the mountains. "

The thin old man opened his mouth and roared at his subordinates like a lion: "We have to walk the road behind ourselves!"

"Will you lose? Will you fail? Or are you afraid of being humiliated and ridiculed? Is such a trivial thing worth talking about?

——If something is truly worth pursuing, can you not do it just because you will lose? "

"This is just the first step. Even if we lose, there will be a second step, a third step... As long as we don't die, the challenge will continue!

It is not just because he is afraid of the wrath of his ancestors, nor is he worried that those who come after him will laugh at him. But for what we represent, the noble dream that has been passed down for 357 years.

Even though the enemy is an invincible master, the soul of the seeker will not bow under the shadow of truth for a day! "

In the dead silence, Pan Delong stared at every face with his eyes wide open, his old pupils seemed to be burning with wildfires of inheritance.

"So stand up, folks, and don't bow your head."

He raised his head and solemnly told everyone here: "We have done what we can do, and we have also done things that we could not do in the past.

After such a long chase, we finally stand on the same starting line as our opponents! "

"Whether we succeed or fail, our efforts will not be in vain."

"Because one day, the pursuit of you and me throughout our lives will become the new cornerstone, making the monument of ivy tower over the white tower!"

He said:

"——Victory will eventually belong to us!"

The moment Pan Delong raised his hand and clenched his fist, the thin dead silence was broken by a hundred thousand times of surging enthusiasm. The shouting sound was like thunder, erupting from thousands of meters in the air with the thin old man.

The atmosphere that had been gradually tense now became extremely restless.

Wildfire ignited from those fanatical eyes.

And this declaration was also delivered to the ears of every Ivy League member on the battlefield through different methods, causing this noble dream that had been passed down for nearly four hundred years to echo in every mind, dispersing all thoughts. Hesitation and uneasiness.

Between countless thunder and storm guards, the light of the alien underworld once again spreads in all directions.

Miracles from America travel through hell, taking with them the truth from America!

After waiting for too many years, those souls hungry for victory once again challenged the unattainable opponent.

For victory!

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When the mastermind of the war chip took over the command of the entire battlefield, Pan Delong finally handed over the authority at hand and went to the login area through the elevator.

During the short wait, he asked the person next to him, "How's it going over there at Liz?"

"We have arrived at the battlefield and are in extremely good condition."

Harley Quinn tilted her head and glanced at the display on her arm, and raised her eyebrows: "Also, she asked me to tell you: everything she said is good, but it's too wordy. Please shorten it to less than ten seconds next time. .”

Pan Delong was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"This is too difficult."

As the elevator door opened, a hurricane swept across the deck area, and a dark aircraft was waiting at the end for a long time.

In the driver's seat, the colonel was smoking his last cigarette. He looked back at Pandron who was sitting in his seat and frowned: "Old man, are you sure you want to go up in person? It doesn't matter if you are missing. The battlefield is not your classroom."

"The students are already on the battlefield. As teachers, you have to be the first to set an example."

Pandelon put on his helmet and showed a mocking smile under the mask: "Don't show off your resume to the old airborne soldiers in the Battle of Baghdad... Boy, if you want me to serve my old age, it's still ten years too early!"

Yes, that's right.

He is not old yet and can still move forward.

The giants carrying ivy on their backs have not yet fallen!

"Is that so?"

On the iron crystal seat, the chief engineer lowered his head and looked at the report submitted - all members of the troupe appeared on the battlefield three minutes ago.

And those Ivy guys seemed to have taken aphrodisiacs, breathing heavily and rushing up desperately. The scholar team and the exploration team were caught off guard and were beaten so hard by these guys that the freezing chamber was almost not enough.

The chief engineer scratched his head in distress: "It seems that those guys are really working hard..."

"Having been held back by the ivory tower for so many years, no matter who you are, you will be anxious, right?" The Chief of Staff calmly looked at the screen in front of him and adjusted the index.

Ensure the stability of the heavenly matrix and maintain the secret ritual.

Too much power is running in the iron crystal base, which has turned this giant submarine into a powder keg. If it loses its balance even a little bit, it will probably collapse miserably.

Not only was the newly born Heavenly Kingdom Records stillborn, but the Grand Master was probably also severely hurt.

Without the help from the Utopia Host and the Three Sages, such a huge secret ceremony is still too difficult for an individual to deal with - he must use all his energy to deal with it, and there is no time to worry about other things.

The chief engineer's task is also not light, but when he saw the purser's leisurely expression, even taking a moment to make tea on the spot, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Can't you be a little more nervous?"

"What's the use of being nervous? Since I can't roll up my sleeves and rush downstairs to beat someone up, I might as well drink tea here and cultivate myself."

The purser took a tea spoon and a scale that he brought from the laboratory, and concentrated on calculating the amount of tea in micrograms. He wrote a row of formulas on the paper for calculation, and finally concluded that the year of the tea affects the quality of the final soup. Influence……

Finally, the accurately calculated tea leaves were ground into powder - more than ten times the normal amount plus a bunch of extras that should never be in the teapot, put into the boiling water and covered with a lid.

Next, all that's left is waiting full of hope.

Soon, two cups of alchemical potions that had been highly extracted by the alchemical cauldron and turned into stimulant aggregates to some extent were placed in front of the engine chief.

Just by looking at the dark color, I know that nothing good will happen after drinking it...

"Come some?"

The purser invited expectantly.

The chief engineer picked up the tea cup, and just after sniffing it, he felt a hallucination about his life over again - he began to wonder if this old guy had been bribed by the other party to poison the iron crystal seat.

Why has your technology not improved at all after so many years?

"Next time, next time definitely..."

He hesitated again and again, but in the end he didn't have the courage to try. He even involuntarily tried to lean back a little further away from the teacup.

"Didn't you say the same thing last time?"

"Last time is different from this time!" The chief engineer rolled his eyes and finally asked, "Are you really planning to do nothing?"

"do nothing."

The chief clerk sipped his poison-grade tea and replied calmly: "Since there is one voice in the iron crystal seat, there should not be a second one.

There is only one protagonist on the stage, and all interference from those of us behind the scenes will have unpredictable consequences for the secret ritual in the 'conclusion' stage. "

As he spoke, he raised his head and asked: "If the secret room murder case was finally solved by the uncle selling morning tea on the roadside, readers would not buy it, right? When all cause and effect have been connected in series, any 'mechanical deity' will The story itself causes irreparable damage.

Foster, I know you disapprove of our agreement with Ivy, but the more pressing the situation, the more patience we need. "

"It's the same thing again..."

"Otherwise? Since you have promised something, you must do it. No matter with the enemy or yourself, this is how a magnanimous life should be!"

The purser pushed the tea cup over, looked him in the eyes, and told him.

"Come, drink tea!"

"..."

The corners of Foster's eyes twitched wildly, and his scalp was numb under the expectant gaze of his old friend.

"Hope everything goes well."

He sighed, picked up the tea cup, raised his head, and drank it all.

In front of his eyes, countless hallucinations began to emerge. In this sudden bitterness, he finally realized something.

There are some hellish agreements, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t abide by them...

Unfortunately, it's too late.

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