"For the White Tower!!!"
Shi Dong woke up from his dream, opened his eyes, and saw the war horse raising its iron hoofs in front of him and stepping down. The knight wearing a silver visor brandished his 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 old body suddenly bulged.
The mechanical heart exploded and delivered artificial blood to his limbs. Adrenaline swept through his body like fire, causing his body connected with cables to bounce off the iron chair, and the cracked sword blade popped out of the back of the chair. , fell into the hand, set off a scream, moved forward, slashed horizontally!
That is the beauty born from death.
The air was cut, and a tragic scratch extended forward with the sword blade, tearing the war horse apart and sinking into the wall. The gravel flew out and fell on his face, causing him to wake up from his drowsy sleep and turn around. .
The chopped-up war horse was still galloping, and the knight on the horse shouted, moving forward, penetrating the wall, and leading the army to gallop through the fortress.
The shouts of killing shook the sky.
He suddenly woke up, staggered back two steps, and sat back on the chair again. He only felt the tearing pain all over his body. He couldn't help but sigh: "Fall asleep again?"
"kindness."
The curtain was opened, and a group of helpless old men sat on the conference table, looking around. It is obviously the bottom of the fortress, but it has turned into an endless grassland.
The green grassland ground cracked, and the flames of hell spewed out from below.
The giant armored knight roared.
Those soldiers were wearing the rough armor of the first generation, and the ether furnace behind them was running loudly, burning the grease that was integrated into the ether, and acrid black smoke was sprayed out from their backs.
The red bird emblem is engraved on the chest of the armor, and the shoulders are decorated with bearskin, with raised rivets like spikes produced in the joints.
This is the earliest generation of powered heavy armor, a product that has long been eliminated by history. It is unable to perform precise movements and can only move forward and backward mechanically. The key ether furnace is directly embedded in the back, with the body exposed outside.
Without a lifting platform, it is even impossible to dress on your own. Each armored knight must bring six followers who have studied engineering to wear armor for themselves on the lifting platform.
The knights wore iron cage-like exoskeletons that could not even bend down. The servants brought wrenches and screws to fix the heavy armor on the exoskeletons, and finally used welding guns to seal the joints, like a moving iron coffin. If the terrain If it were muddy, the weight of the armor alone would be enough to bury a person alive.
It is true that it has many drawbacks, but when such knights are assembled into an array and gathered together, they are enough to cause a huge impact on any enemy.
At this moment, sixty armored knights stood at the forefront of the battlefield, with heavy chains hanging from 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 was the neighing of countless war horses. The heavily armored knights riding on the war horses, wearing silver masks and holding heavy sabers high, charged forward!
"The mask of the Iron Legion, the first-generation powered armor... Is this the Battle of Nebuchadrez?"
Shi Dong picked up the hot towel and wiped his face, then he felt much more awake.
The Battle of Nebuchadrez, the internal war in Asgard that shocked the world a hundred years ago.
The two parties were the second emperor's son and the first emperor's son at that time. They represented the Zhuniao clan and the Baita clan respectively, two huge founding clans. The two sides fought to the death for the throne.
This battle was recorded in history books and was an important historical node. It was known as "the last elegy of the heavy cavalry of the old era."
The enemy is the world-famous Iron Current Legion under the White Tower Clan. The heavy cavalry was once known as the emperor of the battlefield. The perfect cooperation between the demon war horses formed after several generations of domestication and crossbreeding and the battle-experienced knights is enough to defeat any enemy. The enemy is timid.
That was the first time power armor took to the battlefield.
In the battle for the throne, the Vermilion Bird clan, which had spent a century of wealth, turned to the Chainsaw Monks. The Chainsaw Monks, who had just taken root in Asgard, also urgently needed to prove their worth.
The result of the cooperation between the two was a war that shocked the entire world. The power armor that was released for the first time entered the battlefield and turned into iron.
It was a collision of iron and iron, where the old era and the new era were victorious.
As a result, the Iron Current Legion was completely annihilated, and the White Tower Clan lost everything, was expelled from the core, and was 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. From then on, heavy cavalry regiments were dominated by power armor. Instead, he completed his historical mission and retired from the altar.
"I told you not to do archeology." The old men sighed: "What era is this in? What's the use of telling old war stories from the past?"
"What I'm talking about these two days is defensive warfare."
Shi Dong spread his hands, "This is a case that was originally planned to be used as a negative teaching material next week. Who 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 with helpless expressions.
What happens in ordinary dreams is always erratic and ambiguous, illogical and full of all kinds of weird changes. Most people's dreams are like this.
But... now is definitely the 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. In the afternoon sun, countless machines are roaring inside the power armor, every gear, circlip, and 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 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 fine.
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 iron stream army, 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. This level is truly rare. It is indeed the hand of God, able to 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 not exist. And if there is no subject, This dream world is also 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 have never found where he is."
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 turmoil and fighting, the heavy armored cavalry of the Tieliu Legion and the warriors wearing power armor fought each other. The blood fell into the fire, burned, and evaporated into mist, like souls rising into the sky.
Above the empty and silent sky, separated by the drifting wolf smoke and the diffuse green, a pair of indifferent black eyes looked down quietly from a very far away place.
…
Under the gaze of those eyes, the war was like a machine, with countless gears riveted and rotating, proceeding as it should. Every step was flawless, as a matter of course, and precisely leading to the predetermined outcome.
Until the end.
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes. Although he had 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.
"Are our classes over?"
The old men looked at each other. They had not yet recovered from the shock. In the silence, Shi Dong coughed twice awkwardly, "I have to say that you used three weeks to complete the two-month plan we originally planned." The course is over... It seems that I underestimated your talent. It would take an average person 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 minor shortcoming, don't worry about it. Everyone has something they are not good at."
Stone waved his hand to signal him to stop talking, and then smiled: "It seems we can start the next stage of the course."
"That's enough, Stone, put away these boring things."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head. For the first time in three weeks, he stood up from behind the table and stretched his body. The joints that lacked movement made a crisp crackling sound.
"Let's just regard the first three weeks as killing time. I already understand what I need to know. I don't want to see these things anymore."
"But... what if we 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, Your Excellency, I am already old."
Ye Qingxuan walked towards the door without looking back. He just waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, I will squeeze out the last bit of use value before you die."
Shi Dong was stunned, showing a self-deprecating look of helplessness, lowered his head and responded:
"That was such an honor."
Bang!
The door is closed.