This belongs to Sean's next move - a fully automated factory.

As long as energy is shared, the real world will overlap with the second world.

The various jobs engaged in in the second world can be reflected in reality through the hands of machines.

A very simple example is the driving work of a magic tractor.

In fact, the driving work of the magic tractor is now implemented with two drivers.

One is in reality and the other is in the space of consciousness.

If there is a problem on either side, the safe operation of the magic tractor can be guaranteed.

In a short period of time, Sean is not ready to network the second world with the consciousness space, so it is more realistic to build a closed fully automated factory, especially for some occupations that are more harmful to the physical health of workers in reality, or cannot be operated by living people in reality, and priority is given to construction.

Naturally, these Sean will not explain more to Captain Upton, but the usefulness of the soul ball, Sean still explained it to Captain Upton in detail afterwards.

In the future, the Mountain Patrol Guardian will be a big user of soul balls, continuously sending the souls of various animals to the second world, and training them to become combat partners.

The second world is not the real world, and the souls of these animals are far better than in reality.

The mode of communication here is not language, language is just a habit that remains in the real world, and here it is the stream of consciousness that passes.

The barrier between humans and animals is not that big.

It is easier for animals to understand the commands of a person and thus perform more complex combat missions.

In fact, the Eternal Night Warlord has already begun to try to train more war beasts through the consciousness space and assign them to serve in the major legions.

......

Barton.

It's a dog.

A very famous dog in the Eternal Night Army.

Not only because it has a very famous owner, but also because it has a legendary dog life.

Think about it, which hound can have a lifespan of thirty-three years?

Think about it, which hound can have the treatment of General Peimei in a military leader?

Think about it, which hound can transfer its soul to a dragon egg when it is on the verge of old age and death, and be reborn to have a chance to do it again?

In the entire history of the Ashan, Barton is definitely the only one in history.

As for the master's experience, I don't want to say more, in the Eternal Night Commander, he can pull out a fat boy with a snot at will, he can break his fingers, and tell you in detail how Lord Sean led the Andes people, with the Eternal Night Commander, to rise from the poor mountains and bad waters of the Andes Crater and become the world's attention.

Whether it's the king of the Andes, the lord of the crocodile, or the ancestral spirit of the barbarians of Kentana.

In Barton's eyes, Sean will always be the same Sean, the young hunter who runs and hunts in the Andes Mountains, and in private, confides his unknown secrets to it, and it has always guarded this secret well, and is ready to keep it forever.

Time can change something, but it can't change completely.

Barton is still Sean's dog.

But Sean is no longer Barton's one-man master.

He had his own business and his own family.

He needs to plan for the future of his territory, he needs to work hard for his personal cultivation, and he needs to fight for his family.

Most of the time, Barton struggled to even meet Sean.

None of this changed by being reincarnated as a young dragon, and even with a fresh, energetic body again, Barton felt a little lost and couldn't find the meaning of being a dog.

Until that pink, fleshy little guy was born.

It is a continuation of Sean, and it will be his life's duty to protect her, just like he did when he did Sean.

The little one has a nice name - Anne.

Soon little Anne learned to speak, and then Barton and Barton kept screaming, but she never got tired of listening.

Then little Anne learned to waddle, chasing after its tail, and even biting its tail with her teethless mouth.

Then little Anne learns to run, which is Barton's happiest thing, so that he can play his favorite chase game.

It's just that little Annie's calves are too short to keep up with it, but it doesn't matter, the master has made a saddle for them.

So that it can run with its little master.

The only pity is that the hostesses are too harsh, and they have very little opportunity and time to run freely.

Sean's tourist-style tour plan is not only Little Annie, but also Barton.

Especially today, carrying little Anne and hunting all over the mountains evokes the hunting instinct buried in its body.

The good time was short, and Barton felt like he had just moved his muscles when the hunt was over.

After a day of chasing and running, little Annie, who has always been more energetic, also seemed a little tired, and when she was eating dinner, she dozed off again and again.

After dinner, I lay down and went to sleep.

A child is a child, and no matter how energetic he is, he is still a child.

But Barton was not even the slightest sleepy, and after hearing that little Annie's breathing became extremely calm, he stood up and left quietly.

Following the familiar breath, he slipped into Sean's room.

Sean was as busy as ever, muttering words that Barton didn't understand in front of a pile of carved metalwork.

Sensing Patton's arrival, Sean scratched its chin and ignored it.

Barton got used to it, and not far from Sean, he found a comfortable position and climbed down.

This is the way it has been getting along with Sean in the past ten years, especially before replacing the body of the young dragon, it is often half a day or a night.

Barton never felt any impatience, and sometimes it was enough to simply guard each other's side.

It's just that tonight, time is particularly difficult, and in just ten minutes, Barton has changed seven or eight postures.

Standing, tummy, lying, lying on your back...... There is no way to eliminate the anxiety in my heart.

This restlessness stems not only from the lack of full enjoyment of the hunt during the day, but also from the barking of dogs outside.

They seemed to be inviting and calling to Barton.

Barton looked up at Sean a few times, and seeing that he still didn't pay attention to himself, he stood up and walked out quietly, just as he had done before.

After leaving Sean's room, Barton didn't need to do anything at all, and melted into the shadows.

This has become one of its natural abilities.

Sean's lord, the guard, was very familiar with its aura, and immediately recognized its identity - Sean's room was not so easy to enter and exit freely.

Ordinary mountain patrol guards would have had a hard time spotting Patton's whereabouts.

After quietly coming out of Sword Ridge City, the long-lost impulse re-dominated Barton's body.

Woof...... Roar......

Barton let out a howl of a dog and a dragon, spread his legs, and ran through the vast mountains at full speed.

The night did not affect it in the slightest.

Even in the face of a cliff tens of meters high, he was not afraid at all, and jumped down, smoothly sticking to the dragon wings on his body and unfolding, and the rich black mist brought out from it suddenly made it feel two or three times larger.

Let Barton glide down with ease, and then run all the way at a high speed.

Valleys, ridges, and ridges soon left its trails.

This kind of unscrupulous running still caused a lot of trouble, the torches swayed, the hound barked wildly, and many members of the mountain patrol guard came out to check the situation when they heard the news.

Sean's family stopped here, and the security work of Sword Ridge City was raised to an unprecedentedly high level.

Patton was obviously a little weak-hearted, and before the members of the mountain patrol guard could find their traces, he stopped his flag and ran in the direction of Sword Ridge.

A small hill next to Sword Ridge attracted Barton's attention.

One after another barking dogs, strong hunting dog atmosphere.

It's hard for Barton not to pay attention.

Andys Spaniel, Long-haired Retriever, Wolfhound, Thin-waisted, Odin Shepherd, Snowdog......

Barton was even able to clearly distinguish the species of the hounds.

Patton naturally didn't know that Sword Ridge had the largest hound domestication base in the Eternal Night Army.

All excellent hunting dog breeds can be found here.

The members of the mountain patrol team, whether they enter the sparsely populated deep mountain Lalin, or hunt down those ferocious beasts, are indispensable to the help of excellent hunting dogs, and each member of the team has a hunting dog of his own.

It is obviously unrealistic to let these team members who run around outside all the year round raise hunting dogs from an early age.

It was inevitable that the mountain patrol guards would establish their own hound domestication base.

If the hunting dogs of the patrol members are accidentally killed or old, and they need new ones, they will apply to come here and select new ones.

In the hounds domestication base, the hounds that are in the domestication period are not ten thousand but eight thousand, and the movement and smell inside can be imagined, so of course such a huge hound domestication base cannot be placed in the town.

Barton is now in this hound-breeding base.

Patton, who slipped into it quietly, managed to hide from the eyes of the trainers, but he couldn't hide from the noses of the hounds.

The unfamiliar breath immediately caused a violent reaction from the hounds, and not only did the dogs bark louder.

There were even dozens of domesticated adult hounds, rushing towards Barton.

These hounds, in groups of three or five, already have a childish form of tactical cooperation with each other.

Woof...... Roar......

Barton let out a low, menacing roar, an invisible coercion, permeating the air.

Whew......

The adult hounds that rushed up let out a timid wail, and many of them stopped their pace from a distance.

Three of them rushed too fast, and some of them couldn't hold their feet, and slipped directly in front of Barton, and were easily pushed to the ground by one of his paws.

Stepping on their heads, Barton's big head looked around, his eyes dancing with a faint blue light, and he exuded a kingly atmosphere.

Before Patton changed his body, he was the most outstanding head dog, and he had commanded all kinds of hunting dogs, not five hundred, but also three hundred, and had the reputation of a general.

Not to mention after a body change.

Although I have not been a big brother for many years, I have not forgotten what I have mastered.

In the midst of the barking of the dogs, Barton, who was crowned king, now has only one thought echoing in his head, is this the legendary paradise?

......

"What's the matter? Are these guys having a collective spring today? Tossing and turning for half the night? Why are they still barking? Won't there be another little thief who doesn't open his eyes and poaching dogs??" a tall handler opened the window in confusion and poked his head out to observe the movement outside.

"No kidding, it's not often that guy with a bad head like the last time, especially that stupid ass, after the news of the almost bitten off spread, no one will come. Another fat handler grinned, "As for the beast, even if a giant bear breaks in, it's just a meal for our dogs." ”

"Don't be lazy, go out with me to see what's going on, if something happens at this juncture, the head of the group will definitely pick the skin of the two of us with his own hands. The tall handler took the lead in pushing the door and walked out.

"What could be the matter. The fat handler grunted as he walked out, "Scared, there's really an intruder, sound the alarm quickly." ”

The fat trainer pulled the copper whistle on his neck as if blowing, but he was held down by the tall trainer who came out first, and said in a low voice: "See the other party's appearance clearly and then issue the alarm." ”

"Ah......" said the fat trainer, glaring at him carefully, "isn't that Miss's mount Barton?

"It seems that the legend is true. The tall trainer said thoughtfully.

"What rumors are true?" asked the fat trainer, puzzled.

"Your lord prefers dogs, you know that, right?" the tall keeper replied.

"Do you need to talk about this? How can there be an Andes who doesn't like dogs? Lord Lord has always kept that Andes Hound that he grew up with since childhood, and who doesn't know this whole army leader, I remember which hound is called it, Barton, that's right, it's Barton, hey, the same name as Miss's mount......" The fat trainer glared at the boss, "You won't say, what is the connection?" ”

"You're smart. The tall trainer gave the other man a look that you weren't stupid enough to get home, "This Barton is Bilbati." ”

"How is it possible? The other party is obviously a demonic beast with dragon blood, how can it be related to a dog?" The fat handler was dumbfounded, and shook his head again and again in denial.

"Just because others can't do it doesn't mean that Lord Lord can't do it. The tall trainer smiled and said, "No matter what you say, this is not a bad thing, if our hound can rub the blood of the dragon, it is not a bad thing, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and inform the head of the group, I am here to watch." ”

"Oooh oh...... Okay, okay, okay, I'll go. "The fat trainer has jumped to the top.

"Idiots, detours, detours, don't alarm them. "The tall trainer is a little speechless, and his fellow is stupid when his head is short-circuited.

"Oh oh oh ......" the fat trainer hurriedly bypassed the location where Barton and the hounds were, except for the gate of the domestication base, and went straight to Jianling City.

After receiving the report from the trainers below, the head of Upton was also stunned for a few seconds before he hurriedly went to the hound domestication base to determine the situation.