Chapter 572: Obsessed with Studying
Chapter 573 Obsessed with Learning
"For the White Tower!!!"
Shi Dong woke up from his dream, opened his eyes, and saw the warhorse raising its iron hoof in front of him and stepping down. The knight wearing a silver visor waved his saber and roared, looking down at him from the warhorse. The silver visor was like the majestic face of a god, cold and cruel.
At that moment, his remaining pupils shrank, but his shriveled and old body suddenly swelled.
The mechanical heart exploded and delivered artificial blood to his limbs and bones. Adrenaline was like a raging fire, sweeping through his body, causing his body connected to the cable to bounce off the iron chair, and the cracked sword blade popped out from the back of the chair and fell into his hand, raising a mournful howl, moving forward and slashing!
That was the beauty born from death.
The air was cut, and a terrible scratch extended forward with the sword blade, tearing the warhorse apart, sinking into the wall, and the broken stones flew and fell on his face, waking him up from his drowsiness and turning his head.
The cut warhorse was still galloping, and the knight on the horse shouted, moving forward, penetrating the wall, and leading the army to gallop vigorously into this fortress.
The shouting and killing shook the sky.
He suddenly woke up, staggered back two steps, and sat back in the chair, feeling the pain of tearing all over his body, and couldn't help sighing: "Falling asleep again?"
"Yeah."
The curtain was pulled open, and a group of helpless old men sat at the conference table, looking around. It was obviously the bottom of the fortress, but it turned into an endless grassland.
The green grassland ground cracked, and the flames of hell gushed out from below.
The giant armored knight roared.
Those soldiers were wearing the rough armor of the first generation. The ether furnace behind them was running loudly, burning the grease that was integrated into the ether, and pungent black smoke was emitted from their backs.
The red red bird emblem was engraved on the chest of the armor, and the shoulders were decorated with bear skin. The rivets protruded, like spikes produced in the joints.
This was the first generation of power heavy armor, a product that had long been eliminated by history. It was impossible to perform precise movements and could only move forward and backward rigidly. The ether furnace, as a vital part, was directly embedded in the back and exposed.
Without a hoisting platform, it was even impossible to dress by oneself. Each armored knight had to bring six attendants who had studied engineering to help him put on the armor on the hoisting platform.
The knights wore an exoskeleton like an iron cage, and they couldn't even bend over. The attendants brought wrenches and screws to fix the heavy armor on the exoskeleton, and finally sealed the interface with a welding gun, like a moving iron coffin. If the terrain was muddy, the weight of the armor alone was enough to bury people alive.
It is true that it has many disadvantages, but when such knights gather into an array and gather together, they are enough to form a huge impact on any enemy.
At this moment, sixty armored knights stood at the forefront of the battlefield, with heavy chains hanging on the loading and unloading hooks on their waists, connected to each other, holding heavy shields, forming a huge iron wall.
On the opposite side, there were countless war horses neighing, and the heavy knights riding on the war horses wore silver masks and raised heavy sabers, charging!
"The mask of the Iron Stream Legion, the first generation of power armor... Is this the Battle of Nebuchadnezzar?"
Stone took a hot towel, wiped his face, and became much more sober.
The Battle of Nebuchadnezzar, an internal war in Asgard that shocked the world a hundred years ago.
The two sides were the second and first princes at the time, representing the Zhuniao clan and the Baita clan, two huge founding clans, and the two sides fought to the death for the throne.
This war was recorded in history books and is an important historical node. It is known as the "last elegy of the heavy cavalry of the old era."
The enemy was the world-famous Iron Flow Corps under the White Tower Clan, a heavy cavalry once known as the emperor of the battlefield. The perfect combination of the demon warhorses formed after generations of domestication and hybridization and the battle-hardened knights was enough to scare any enemy.
That was the first time that the power armor entered the battlefield.
In the battle for the throne, the Zhuniao Clan, which had spent a hundred years of wealth, turned to the Chainsaw Monks, and the Chainsaw Monks, which had just taken root in Asgard, also urgently needed to prove its value.
The result of the cooperation between the two was a war that shocked the whole world. The first unsealed power armor entered the battlefield and turned into iron.
It was a collision of iron and iron, and the old era and the new era were determined.
The result was that the Iron Flow Corps was annihilated, the White Tower Clan lost everything, was expelled from the core, and was exiled to the wilderness a hundred years later.
Although this battle exposed many drawbacks of power armor, such as heavy weight, lack of stability and demanding requirements for environment and logistics, the irrefutable victory proved its war potential. From then on, the heavy cavalry corps was replaced by power armor, completed its historical mission, and retired from the altar.
"I told you not to do archaeology." The old men sighed: "What era is this? What's the point of talking about those old battles over and over again?"
"I've been talking about defensive battles these two days."
Shi Dong spread his hands, "This is the case originally prepared to be used as a negative teaching material next week. God knows when he will flip through the book... Dreams are always so erratic, don't worry about it."
The old people looked at each other, and their expressions became helpless.
The things that happen in ordinary dreams are always erratic and ambiguous, illogical and full of all kinds of weird changes. Most people's dreams are like this.
But... now is definitely an exception.
When people are asleep, they will relax all vigilance and common sense, and expose their weakest side in dreams. Psychological musicians also like to rewrite the target's consciousness at this time, because this is the most defenseless and easiest time. .
But where is there anything normal about the dream they are seeing at this moment?
There is no weakness or loophole in sight, it is like a monster armed to the teeth.
The weather, the wind speed, the cracked earth, the trampled and crushed weeds and the green juice stained with iron and blood. Under the afternoon sun, countless machines are roaring inside the power armor, every gear, circlip, transmission wheel...
Everything couldn't be more real, lifelike, if it weren't intangible, it would be indistinguishable from reality.
It was like a reenactment of the events performed by dozens of illusion musicians, reading the records in the ether and re-interpreting everything in the past.
“There are always exceptions to everything.”
Shi Dong shook his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan who was hanging his head behind the long table.
This was a result none of them expected.
Ye Qingxuan's resistance to pharmaceuticals is too strong. The Philosopher's Stone and Xiao Yuan transformed by Ye Qingxuan have raised his body's resistance to foreign substances to the extreme.
Even if he drank the Emerald Dream like water, after a week of crazy cramming training, without any warning, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, closed his eyes... and fell asleep.
Then, they discovered the real problem...
It would be fine if ordinary people fell asleep, but the problem is that what is sleeping now is a dream weaver, the representative of the dream. This road has reached its limit, and the musician himself is the embodiment of the dream itself in this world.
When a dream weaver is extremely sleepy, he can no longer restrain his dreams, and the fateful chapter of instinctive operation will begin to erode reality.
Bring dreams into reality.
However, what appeared in the dream was no longer the silent world and the scene of returning to the ruins, but the things that these old men had crazily filled into Ye Qingxuan's mind in the past few days.
This can be regarded as something to think about every day and dream about at night, but it completely deceived the old men who encountered this situation for the first time. No one could stand that their room suddenly turned into an endless sea, and the two fleets were facing each other. To Boom, the sight of the ether furnace's waste spraying on his face.
In the chaos, the alarm bell of war sounded directly.
After a group of musicians hurriedly checked for a long time, they discovered where the source was... In the end, the old men had no choice but to let it go.
There is no way to stop people from sleeping anyway. As long as they can make up for the delay, it will be no problem.
Now, Ye Qingxuan was leaning on the back of the chair, sound asleep, letting the sounds in the dream come and go, without any sign of waking up.
To him, all of this is natural, right?
A group of old men were also ruthless characters who had seen strong winds and waves. Even though they were sitting in the center of the battlefield, their expressions remained unchanged. Instead, they watched with great interest to see if Ye Qingxuan could turn this legendary battle into a dream. To what extent is it performed?
"How terrible."
Looking at the oncoming Tieliu Legion, the old man in the wheelchair sighed.
"Yes, every detail is perfect." The old ghosts who like to test their heads nodded and pointed at the heavily armored knight passing by: "Even the wear marks on the saddle are completely different, so real. It’s truly rare to see that the hand of God can perform such a huge illusion.”
"He also has a thorough understanding of tactics. In just a few weeks, I have to say he learned really well."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
The old man in the wheelchair shook his head and turned away from them: "How expressive and real the dream is, it's actually just the details. What I care about is another thing..."
Shi Dong was silent for a moment and asked: "Himself?"
"right."
The old man in the wheelchair nodded: "When people dream, they actually put themselves into the dream, right? Everything is based on this and expands outward. If this foundation does not exist, then the dream will disappear. And without the subject, this dream world is meaningless.
I have been trying to find feedback from his underlying consciousness through the presentation of dreams, trying to see the essence clearly, but I found that I have been wasting my efforts. "
He paused and pointed at the thousands of troops on both sides.
"From beginning to end, I never found where he was."
All the old people looked around, but no trace of Ye Qingxuan was found.
In the turbulent fighting and collision, everyone looked at each other and fell into silence: Although the battlefield was chaotic and there were many people, they could conclude that Ye Qingxuan was not here at all.
The young man was just like them, transcending and becoming a bystander, and even bystanders could not observe his self-awareness.
"It's really a terrifying vigilance. It's like being ready to fight with someone at any time, even in a dream without showing even the slightest flaw..."
The old man in the wheelchair sighed in a low voice: "I have only seen such a deep city in my life. But, where does such a huge pressure come from?"
"Don't think too much."
Shi Dong shook his head: "Actually, our Grand Inquisitor doesn't seem to think that he has anything to hide. He has always been here, but you can't see it."
As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to the sky.
In silence, all the old people looked up stiffly.
On the huge battlefield of chaos and fighting, the heavy cavalry of the Iron Flow Legion and the warriors in power armor fought each other, and the blood fell into the fire, burning, evaporating into mist, like souls rising to the sky.
Above the empty and silent sky, across the drifting wolf smoke and the diffused blue, a pair of indifferent black eyes quietly overlooked from a very far place.
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Under the gaze of those eyes, the war was like a machine, with countless gears riveted and rotating, proceeding as it should, and every step was perfect, as it should be, and moving towards the predetermined ending precisely.
Until everything was over in the end.
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes. Although he had slept for a long time, he still looked sleepy.
He lowered his head and looked at the empty schedule in front of him, with his eyebrows raised.
"Have we finished our classes?"
The old men looked at each other, still not recovering from the shock just now. In the silence, Shi Dong coughed awkwardly twice, "I have to say that you have used three weeks to complete the two-month course we originally arranged... It seems that I underestimated your talent. Ordinary people need at least two years."
In the corner, the only old man who was full of achievements sighed:
"Well, except for the still sparse martial arts..."
"It's just a trivial flaw, don't worry about it. Everyone has something they are not good at."
Shi Dong waved his hand, signaling him not to say anything, and then smiled: "It seems that we can start the next stage of the course."
"Enough, Shi Dong, put away these boring things."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, and for the first time in three weeks, he stood up from behind the table, stretched his body, and the joints that lacked exercise made a crackling sound.
"The first three weeks are just to kill time. I already know what I need to know, and I don't want to see these things anymore."
"But...what if there are problems in the future?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and looked at Shi Dong: "This should be your business, not mine. You can't let me handle everything by myself."
Shi Dong sighed helplessly: "As you can see, sir, I'm old."
Ye Qingxuan walked towards the door without looking back, just waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, I will squeeze out the last bit of your value before you die."
Shi Dong was stunned, showing a self-deprecating helpless expression, and lowered his head to respond:
"It's such an honor."
Bang
The door closed.