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A hole appeared in the blackened clouds, and a star trailing the light of fire flashed away.

There is no slow motion that is customary in movies, it is just a flash that pierces the clouds and penetrates the heavens and the earth! But Anyang could still faintly see something in the firelight, a metal object.

After a long time, the muffled sound slowly came from afar.

"Again?"

"But this time there are so few ......"

An Yang was not in a hurry in the face of this vision, frowned and thought for a while, and felt that it was wrong, so he knocked on the table.

A celestial soldier immediately strode in.

"General!"

"Hmm." An Yang nodded and pointed to the rain curtain that had just fallen outside the window, "You saw it, right?" ”

"See."

"It's a little weird this time."

"The city guards have already dealt with it, and we don't know the result yet, but if there is only one, even if it falls outside the light shield of Silver Moon City, it will not pose a threat to us."

"Hmm."

An Yang nodded, lowered his head and picked up the pen again.

He was tired and tired a few days ago, and finally planned the power system of the empire first, and set up a preliminary framework. The foundation has been decreed to be completed by these people, and even a troublesome decree needs this nascent institution to go down to the place, but it needs to be supervised by him personally.

And what he is now struggling with is the future culturalism of the empire, which he is also ready to plan out himself.

But this is not as simple as a decree that dictates what the people should do and how the officials should enforce it, and it is far from something that people can see on an ordinary basis.

Even people in a state of culturalism don't know what motivates them to develop certain habits of behavior, ways of thinking, or to make themselves naturally more inclined to one side than the other when faced with a choice.

This is the power of culture, which determines whether you are an Eastern or a Western more than genes, whether you are Chinese or Japanese more than blood, and it is potential.

Even with Anyang's current brain power far beyond ordinary people, even if he has the culture left by the Genshin Temple as a blueprint, it is still a big challenge for him to personally transform a cultural system and let this culture take root in the empire in a way that he personally promotes, and complete the results of the natural evolution of many civilizations in a few or ten years that can only take hundreds of years to complete!

He couldn't force it because it could provoke a backlash, which was not something the army could suppress.

He can only use various side means to guide, slowly form and shape, and secretly deliberately cultivate.

For example, the land lacked thousands of years of ideological education and religious culture, and the obvious bias of the emerging imperial laws towards rewards and punishments, as well as a number of related decrees, and even a speech by a man of high moral ......

Countless surveys, facts, and studies have shown that every culture and custom has its causes, whether reasonable or unreasonable.

Existence is reasonable, not just words.

Even a super-junk system or culturalism must be needed by a certain period, or brought about by the inevitable events of a certain period, and it is only rubbish because it is no longer applicable to the existing era.

This theory provides a lot of references for Anyang.

For example, most scholars believe that China's musicality culture originated from the theory of Yuanqi, while the Western culture of guilt is closely related to Christian dogma, and even the shame culture that is popular in China and Japan comes from Confucian education, such as the teachings of famous scriptures such as the Analects and Mencius.

But they all went through many years of evolution, through the tempering of history and the impact of generation after generation, military conflicts or ideological conflicts, and finally came to fruition.

Anyang has brought in a group of educators, anthropologists, and ideological scholars in the apocalyptic world, supplemented by historians and political and legal scholars, and has been studying for more than half a month.

At this time, the Heavenly Soldier, who had been standing next to him, looked down at his watch, and suddenly raised his head solemnly.

"General, the result is back!"

"Huh?" An Yang looked at him, brushed and finished writing the idea just now, and then put the pen down, "Is there anything special?" ”

The handsome celestial soldier said solemnly, "That's not the mechanical creatures and the mechanical creature brood cast on the resource star, but it seems to be the dormant warehouse left by the temple thousands of years ago!" ”

"What!" An Yang suddenly stood up.

The Celestial Soldier bowed his head.

"Take me there!" Anyang immediately said.

"Yes, General!"

The Heavenly Soldier began to walk towards the door, and An Yang also took off a coat from the wall next to him and quickly followed.

On the huge flying harbor protruding from the castle, several black mecha of about two meters and a half rose into the sky lightly, with a light blue tail flame, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

The gloomy clouds and raindrops perfectly concealed the puff of black smoke that was guarding the shadow mecha in the middle.

"......"

The mecha landed lightly on the ground.

A few clicks.

Two small electromagnetic pulse cannons suddenly popped out of the shoulders of the black streamlined mecha, and the laser emitter on the right arm also ejected, and with a snort, a 150-special laser sword also fell to the ground out of thin air, as if it was preparing for battle.

The rain was pouring down, hitting the matte black alloy armor of the mecha without splashing down the river.

Then a cloud of black smoke fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the shadow mecha, condensing into a human form with a bang.

"General!"

A shout came from the mechs standing at the scene.

"Hmm." An Yang nodded and looked ahead.

With a wave of his hand, the shadow mech was disarmed, and with a snap of his fingers, a thin shield appeared above his head, and all the raindrops that fell on his head automatically dispersed.

A huge metal object was knocked out of a deep crater in front of him, at least a kilometer in circumference, like a meteorite falling to the ground, and as if it had been bombarded by a doomsday catastrophe. The avenue to the outside world that had just been repaired by Silvermoon City was annihilated, and the trees and forests were all gone, and Anyang remembered that this place used to be a pile of rubble, but now it is gone.

The raindrops fell on this scorched earth from time to time, making a snorting sound, and bursts of white smoke came out, which was a little unpleasant.

"Let's go!"

Anyang said, walking into the distance.

The ground was still hot, but he didn't seem to feel it, and the mech guards didn't care, and followed him every step of the way, towards the metal object.

There were already quite a few people from Silvermoon City around there.

Dozens of Judgment Mechs are small in size, but they stand out, and there are many Trial Mechs blocking the road.

An Qi, who was dressed in a silver-white combat uniform, stood in front of the metal object and waited, staring at the metal object in a daze, and there was a half-human-tall figure next to her, which was the little fox.

These heavenly soldiers quickly discovered Anyang's arrival, and they all turned around and saluted: "General! ”

An Yang nodded, and glanced at Xiaochan again: "Why are you here?" ”

Xiaochan took a step back weakly, but accidentally touched a hot metal object, and withdrew her hand like lightning, and said resignedly: "I...... I happen to be over here. ”

An Yang tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Angel probably just arrived, and her mecha was still standing next to her. And the previous person reported that it was not unreasonable to say that this huge thing was a dormant chamber, because the words 'Fourteenth Dormant Chamber' could still be faintly seen on the burned metal shell.

The font is slightly rounded, typical of the temple style.

The metal shell of the dormancy chamber had been cut out with a laser sword, and two heavenly soldiers stood in the doorway.

An Yang looked at An Qi: "What's the situation?" ”

An Qi frowned and pondered for a long time, and said, "You better go and see for yourself, I can't be sure." ”

An Yang frowned, nodded, and walked in.

The diameter of this dormant chamber is about 100 meters, and it is obviously not a single dormant chamber, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a dormant chamber or an escape spaceship. The appearance is not a pure angel alloy, because the fatigue resistance and plasticity required by aviation alloys are not the main advantages of angel alloys, which determines that it is more suitable for armor than for large spaceships.

But the metal is still hard and resistant to high temperatures.

It is estimated that it slowed down when it was close to the ground, and after a high-intensity impact, the internal equipment was still intact.

As soon as you walk in, there is a strong sense of science fiction, there is no obvious wiring, everything is clean, but there are all kinds of monitoring, control and operating equipment everywhere.

An Yang ignored all this and went straight in.

Angel followed him, but found a small figure walking in front of her, she pursed her lips, stood in place and let Xiaochan go, before following.

Inside, apparently, a dormant chamber, silvery-white with a console in the center, but too simple to see what it was for. The surrounding area is full of dormant silos, and there are at least dozens of them neatly attached to the wall, and the glass panel in front can clearly see the people inside, most of whom are not young.

Xiaochan also raised her head behind him, looking at these people who didn't know how many years they had been dormant, thoughtfully.

An Yang's eyes were a little cold, and he walked to the console: "Do you know how to use it?" ”

"Yes!"

Angel knew that her god general was talking to her, so she walked over and slapped the countertop of the console.

Suddenly, the metal panel rippled like the surface of the water, and then emitted light, and a three-dimensional figure was projected out, standing on the metal panel.

"Hello, descendants."

An Yang squinted his eyes and looked directly at him.

It was a white-bearded old man, it was difficult to tell from his face whether he was an Oriental or a Westerner, his eyes shimmered with a faint golden sheen, and he was dressed in an intricate robe. An Yang naturally recognized that this costume that looked like the archbishop of the magic world was actually a robe from the former temple, representing his status as a ruling class, and his status was not low.

"Hello." An Yang said tentatively.

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