Silent Crown Chapter 564: Indulge in learning

"For the White Tower!!!"

Shi Dong woke up from his dream, opened his eyes, and saw the war horse raising its iron hoof in front of him and stepping down. The knight wearing a silver visor brandished a saber and roared, looking down at him from the horse. The silver visor was like the mighty face of a god, cold and cruel.

At that moment, his remaining pupils shrank, but his shriveled and old body suddenly bulged.

The mechanical heart exploded and transferred artificial blood to the limbs. The adrenaline swept through the body like a raging fire, causing his body connected to the cable to bounce off the iron chair, and the cracked sword blade from the chair. Pops out on his back, falls into his hands, whistles, forwards, and cuts horizontally!

That is beauty born from death.

The air was chopped, and a tragic scratch extended along with the blade of the sword, tearing the warhorse, and sank into the wall. The gravel flew and fell on his face, making him turn from his drowsiness. Wake up, look back.

The chopped war horse was still galloping, and the knight on the horse shouted, forward, penetrated the wall, and led the army to gallop through the fortress vigorously.

The cry of killing screamed.

He suddenly woke up, staggered back two steps, and sat back on the chair again, feeling the pain of tearing all over his body, and couldn't help sighing: "Asleep again?"

"En."

The curtain was pulled open, and a group of helpless old men sat at the conference table and looked around. Obviously it is the bottom of the fortress, but here has become an endless grassland.

The green grassland cracked, and the flames of **** gushed out from below.

The giant armored knight roared.

The soldiers wore the rough armor of the original generation, and the ether furnace behind them slammed into motion, burning the etheric grease, and pungent black smoke from their backs.

The crimson vermillion bird badge is engraved on the chest of the armor, and the shoulders are decorated with bear skin, and the rivets are raised like spikes produced in the joints.

This is the first generation of power heavy armor, a product that has long been eliminated by history. Unable to perform precise movements, only able to move forward and backward rigidly, the vital ether furnace is directly embedded in the back and exposed.

If you don’t have a lifting platform, you can’t even dress yourself. Each armored knight must bring six engineers who have studied engineering to wear armored cuffs on the lifting platform.

The knights were wearing iron cage-like exoskeletons, and they couldn't even bend over. The followers took 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 is muddy, just the weight of the armor is enough to bury people alive.

It is true that it has many drawbacks, but when such knights are assembled in an array and gathered together, it is enough to form a huge impact on any enemy.

At this moment, sixty armored knights are standing at the forefront of the battlefield, with heavy chains hung 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, is the neigh of countless war horses. The heavily loaded knights riding on the war horses wear silver masks, hold heavy sabers high, and charge!

"The mask of the Ironliu Legion, the first-generation power armor... Is this the Battle of Nebujasa?"

Stone picked up the hot towel, wiped his face, and became sober.

The Battle of Nebujasa, the Asgardian internal war that shocked the world a hundred years ago.

The two sides were the second emperor and the first emperor at that time, representing the Zhuniao clan and the Baita clan respectively, two huge founding clans, and the two sides fought to the death due to the throne.

This war is recorded in history books and is an important historical node, known as the "last elegy of the heavy cavalry of the old age".

The enemy is the world-famous Iron Flow Legion under the Baita clan. It was once known as the heavy cavalry of the emperor of the battlefield. It is a perfect match between the demon warhorse formed by generations of domestication and hybridization and the knights who have experienced battles. Enough to make any enemy fearful.

That was the first time power armor was on the battlefield.

In the battle for the throne, the Zhuniao clan, who has spent a hundred years of wealth, go to the Chainsaw Brotherhood, and the Chainsaw Brotherhood, which has just taken root in Asgard, urgently needs to prove its worth.

The result of the cooperation between the two was a war that shocked the entire world. The power armor that was unblocked for the first time came on the battlefield and turned into iron.

It was the collision of iron and iron. The old age and the new age were the winners.

As a result, the entire Tieliu Legion was annihilated, and the Baita clan lost everything, was expelled from the core, and exiled in the wilderness a hundred years later.

Although this station exposed many shortcomings of power armor, such as bulkiness, lack of stability, and harsh environmental and logistical requirements, the irrefutable victory proved its war potential. Since then, the heavy cavalry has been Replaced by power armor, completed his historical mission and retired from the altar.

"I told you not to go to archaeology." The old men sighed: "What era is this? What is the use of repeating those old battles?"

"I'm talking about defensive battles in the past two days."

Stone spread his hands, "This is the case that was originally planned to be used as a negative textbook next week. The ghost knows when he will flip the book... Dreams are always so erratic, don't care."

The old people looked at each other and looked helpless.

What happens in ordinary dreams is always erratic and ambiguous, illogical and full of weird changes at the same time. Most people’s dreams are like this.

But...it is definitely an exception now.

When people are asleep, they will relax all their guards and common sense, and expose their weakest side in their dreams. Sentimentalists also like to rewrite the consciousness of the goal at this time, because this time is the most defenseless and also The easiest and simplest.

But where is the dream they see at this moment in any normal way?

There are no weaknesses or loopholes in sight, just like a monster armed to the teeth.

The weather, wind speed, cracked ground, trampled and crushed weeds, and green juice stained with iron and blood. In the afternoon sun, countless machinery running inside the power armor, every gear, circlip, gear wheel...

Everything can't be more real, lifelike, if it's not untouchable, it's no different from reality.

It's like a re-enactment of the events performed by dozens of phantom musicians, reading the records in the ether, and re-interpreting everything from the past.

"There are always exceptions to everything."

Shi Dong shook his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan, who bowed his head behind the long table.

This is a result none of them expected.

Ye Qingxuan's resistance to medicines is too strong. The Sage's Stone and Xiao Yuan, who has been transformed by Ye Qingxuan, have already raised his body's resistance to foreign substances to the extreme.

Even if the Emerald Dream was drunk as water, after a week of frantic training, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and closed his eyes... fell asleep.

After that, they discovered the real problem...

If ordinary people fall asleep, it's fine, but the problem is that now asleep is a dream weaver, the endorsement of the dream. When this road reaches its limit, the musician himself is the manifestation of the dream itself in this world.

When a dream weaver is extremely tired, he can no longer restrain his dream, and the instinctive chapter of destiny will begin to erode reality.

Draw dreams into reality.

It's just that what appears in the dream is no longer the silent world and the scene of the return to the market, but what these old men have crazily filled Ye Qingxuan's mind for days.

This can be regarded as thinking day by day and dreaming at night, but it has completely forced the old men who encountered this situation for the first time. No one can bear that their room suddenly becomes an endless sea, two The fleet slammed its faces and the waste **** of the ether furnace sprayed on its faces.

Amidst the chaos, the war alarm was directly sounded.

After a lot of busy checking, the musicians found out where the source was... In the end, the old men who could not help had no choice but to let it go.

Anyway, people can’t stop sleeping anyway, as long as they can make up the delayed things, it’s okay.

Now, Ye Qingxuan is leaning on the back of the chair, slumbering, letting the sounds in this dream come and go, and there is no sign of awakening.

For him, all of this is taken for granted, right?

A group of old men are also ruthless characters who have seen big winds and waves. At this moment, even if they are sitting in the center of the battlefield, they still don’t change their faces. Instead, they watch with interest to see if Ye Qingxuan can do this in a dream. To what extent is the legendary battle deduced.

"It's terrible."

Looking at the oncoming Tie Liu Legion, the old man in the wheelchair in the corner sighed.

"Yes, every detail is perfect." The old ghosts who like text nodded and pointed at the heavy armored knight passing by: "Even the signs of wear on the saddle are completely different, true At this level, it is really rare. It is indeed the hand of God, who can perform such a huge illusion."

"The understanding of tactics is also very thorough. In just a few weeks, I have to say that he has learned really well."

"I'm not talking about this."

The old man in the wheelchair shook his head and turned at them: "How expressive is and how real the dream is, in fact, it's just a trivial matter. What I care about is another thing..."

Shi Dong was silent for a moment and asked: "He himself?"

"Yes."

The old man in the wheelchair nodded: "When people dream, they will actually substitute themselves into the dream, right? Everything is based on this as a basis and expand outward. If there is no such foundation, then the dream will be gone. Without the subject. , This dream world is also meaningless.

I have been trying to find the feedback of his underlying consciousness from the presentation of dreams, trying to see the essence, but found that I have been wasting my efforts. "

He paused, and pointed to the thousands of troops on either side.

"From beginning to end, I didn't find him, where is he."

A crowd of old people looked around, but they never found Ye Qingxuan.

Amidst the turmoil and the collision, everyone looked at each other and fell silent: Although the battlefield was chaotic and there were a large number of people, they could conclude that Ye Qingxuan was not here at all.

The young man is just like them, superb and outsider, becoming a bystander, and even bystanders can't observe his self-consciousness.

"It's a terrible guard. It's like being ready to fight with others at any time, even in a dream without revealing even the slightest flaw..."

The old man in the wheelchair whispered with emotion: "Such a deep city is really only seen in his 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 he has anything to hide. He has been here all the time, but you can't see it."

Speaking, he raised his finger and pointed at the sky.

In silence, all the old men looked up stiffly.

On the huge battlefield of turmoil fighting, the heavy armored cavalry of the Iron Flow Legion and the warriors in power armor fought each other. The blood fell into the fire, burned, and evaporated into mist, like a soul rising into the sky.

Above the empty and silent sky, separated by the diffuse wolf smoke and the diffuse blue, a pair of indifferent black pupils quietly overlooked from a very distant place.

Under those eyes and pupils, the war is like a machine, countless gears riveting and rotating, proceeding as it should be, every step is perfect, of course, precisely to the predetermined ending.

Until the end of everything.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes. Although he slept for a long time, his expression was still sleepy.

He lowered his head, looked at the empty schedule in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.

"Our class is over?"

The old men looked at each other and had not yet recovered from the shock. In the silence, Shi Dong coughed awkwardly, "I have to say you used three weeks to arrange two I have finished the course of three months...It seems that I underestimated your talent. It takes at least two years for ordinary people."

In the corner, the only old man who was full of results sighed:

"Well, in addition to the still sparse martial arts..."

"It's just a trivial shortcoming, don't worry about it. Everyone has things that they are not good at."

Stone waved his hand, motioned him to stop talking, and then smiled: "It seems we can start the next stage of the course."

"Enough, Stone, put away these boring things."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head~IndoMTL.com~ For the first time in three weeks, he got up from behind the table, stretched his body, and the lack of movement made a crackling sound.

"The first three weeks are the right to kill time. I already understand what I should know, and I don't want to see these things anymore."

"But... what if I encounter 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 am old."

Ye Qingxuan, who walked towards the door, didn't look back, but waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, I will squeeze out the last point of use value before you die."

Shi Dong was taken aback, showing a self-deprecating expression of helplessness, and bowed his head in response:

"That's an honor."

The door is closed. (To be continued.)