Chapter 490 is as silent as an eye

Rounds of competitions, rounds of changing mechas. People on both sides are well aware that in this competition, the role of mecha is very large. This is not to say that the mecha can enhance their strength, but they must protect their mecha, and on the premise of not causing casualties, whoever preserves the mecha to the most should be the real winner. This agreement is fair and realistic, and it also takes strength to protect the mecha.

Captain Delano Guard had always had a serious look on his face, and judging from the current situation, neither side had any favors. The strength of the Sky Guard team should be one point stronger, so the protection of the mecha is more effective. However, the Storm Guard's mechs are better, and their logistical maintenance is better, so a tie with the Sky Guard may take a long time before it comes to fruition. Draenor pondered whether the stalemate would be in their favor, whether to keep it or break it.

Draenor was still hesitating, but the Storm Guard had already made a decision. The stalemate that Draenor thought could be hesitant was seen as a defeat by the other side, and both sides took the contest too seriously.

Suddenly, the battle changed, and the Storm Guard member seemed to be insane, rushing at his opponent desperately, not caring about his own emptiness. Almost instinctively, the Sky Guard members immediately launched an attack on the opponent's empty door. However, in the blink of an eye, he realized something, and the momentum of the attack paused. However, the other party just wants to hesitate for a moment, and this kind of mistake is not tolerated among the masters.

With a choking sound, the two mecha bodies were wrong, and they were superior.

"Substitution! This time we lost. ”

Without hesitation, Draenor made a decision immediately, he was a master and a decisive commander. When his players hesitated for a moment, the opponent's trap worked, so even if they continued to fight, they could only lose. Not only will they lose, but even the mecha will be destroyed by the other party.

The key is the mecha. The Storm Guards are using a strategy of attacking them and saving them. His goal is not to defeat his opponent, but to destroy the opponent's mecha. In this competition, which has almost no limit on the number of games, due to the restrictions of the mecha, the substitute repair will generally not suffer much damage, but the mecha is indeed the weakness of the Sky Guard. They can even fight for their lives, however, they don't dare to fight with mechas.

Jiāo changed his team, and a new battle began. Draenor's inner worries became a reality, the opponent frequently used the tactic of exchanging people for mechas, which made the Sky Guard members helpless, their strength was greatly limited, and they could not play their normal level at all. The scales of victory began to tilt in favor of the Storm Guard.

What about the three masters?

Now, the three once ambitious masters can no longer bear this huge pressure, how they wish they hadn't come at the moment, didn't break their heads to fight for this opportunity. One mech after another was placed in front of them, but they had fewer and fewer spare parts in their hands. Therefore, even if they are skilled, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. At this moment, they are very envious of the idle little mechanic, who has no name and no profit, no quarrel with the world, and swims around freely, which is really a comfortable life!

"Captain Delano Guard, can we replace some non-standard parts?"

At the encouragement of the other two, Master Bradwoden cautiously asked Draenor a question.

"No way!" Draenor said categorically, without looking back.

"This, this—" Master Bradwoden snorted for a long time, but still mustered up the courage to say, "These are our personal inventions, and they will never be seen." Mounting on a mech can increase the xìng energy of the mech. For example—"

"Nope"

Master Bradwoden was interrupted by Draenor, who cared about the reputation of the Sky Guard, but he was not a man of ignorance. He sneered: "Humph! Master, I know what you think. But no. There are no absolutes in the world, and if your gadgets are seen, what will happen? War!!! Do you know the way? War. If so, there would be no need for this competition to continue. And, even if we lose, so what. That can only show that the scientific and technological strength of our clan alliance is inferior to that of the other party, and our logistical ability is also inferior to that of the other party. You tell me? Master Brad Woden"

"Yes, yes, yes. I know, Captain Draenor. ”

The tone of Draenor's last sentence was heavy, and it made Master Bradwoden sweat. He said yes again and again, and retreated with a disgraced face. The other two masters didn't laugh at him, they couldn't care about the open and secret fights anymore, they only had the feeling of sympathy for each other now.

Finally, the solo competition ended, and then the multi-person team competition, and the situation took a turn for the worse. Although the Storm Guard's method is simple, the Sky Guard just can't crack it, although they still barely keep the mecha as intact as the other party, but their personal consumption is far greater than the other party, and the result of this is self-evident. This is really a frustrating result for the entire 507 Guard.

"Can you breathe in space?"

The idle Chu Ming walked to the side of a warrior who had just left, he was a boring and talkative person, always wanting to talk to someone.

This warrior may have been unintentional, he didn't ignore Chu Ming like others, but let out an "oh".

Finally someone spoke to him, Chu Ming came to his senses, he pointed to the people fighting in the sky and said

"Have you ever seen the Thousand-Armed Kannon? Surely you haven't seen it. Look how handsome your mechs are! If you open the cockpit and take a knife, wouldn't it be more handsome? It's definitely more handsome, like the thousand-armed Guanyin. By the way, you really haven't seen the thousand-armed Guanyin, let me tell you, the thousand-armed Guanyin is actually very handsome, a thousand hands! 10,000 fingers! Each hand is still holding a magic weapon, do you know what a magic weapon is? You don't know what to do, I'll tell you about ......"

The nonsense that Chu Ming was babbling behind didn't attract the fighter's attention, and he couldn't hear it either. After listening to Chu Ming's previous words, he quickly ran towards Draenor, much to the disappointment of Chu Ming, who was trying to set up a dragon gate array.

A few minutes later, an order was sent from the captain of the Delaenor Guard to the various team members. After Draenor issued the order, he seemed to inadvertently glance at Chu Ming's side, with a strange expression. And Chu Ming didn't see anything, he swam to another place.

Open the canopy of the mech to fight - this is an adventure for the average substitute. But for the Sky Guards, this is an advantage, they can play a part of their individual strength, and this method can be seen after a few moves. Although they still need to protect their mechs, the weapons in their hands can restrain each other in hand-to-hand combat, which deteriorates the Stormguard's ability to fight mechs in close combat.

The Storm Guards, of course, knew their own strengths and weaknesses, and the battle was back to square one. Once again, the two sides were at loggerheads, and the contest turned into a real war of attrition.

The battle was so long that it turned into boredom. After a whole day of fighting, I don't know how many pairs of eyes Lu Dao boiled red. The three masters had already taken yào, and the "Dawn" neurostimulant made them feel a hundred times more energetic, but they couldn't hide the fatigue of their bodies. Their clumsy bodies make people feel pitiful, but the battle in front of them does not allow anyone to pity them, they are also soldiers, and they should fight for the honor of their troops like soldiers.

Chu Ming also obeyed yào. Oh - to correct a habitual xìng thinking, Chu Ming did not take "dawn", he took "dusk", which is a kind of yào to help sleep. Raise a campfire, spread out a lone floating sleeping bag, and drink a cup of hot chocolate to help you sleep before bed. The only benefit that the weak body brought to Chu Ming was a normal and peaceful sleep.

After a few hours of restful sleep, Chu Ming woke up. Instead of opening his eyes, he felt for a cigarette case and a lighter next to his sleeping bag, lit one and began to recall a dream he had just had. That dream was a little vague, and Chu Ming felt that he should be able to remember it, but he couldn't remember it all the time. He was so hazy and dimly thinking, like a bed-ridden child.

There seemed to be some noise in his ears, and in a hazy moment, Chu Ming forgot the dream that he had just had a little clue about, and he was a little unhappy. He yawned, then yawned, and opened his sleepy eyes.

There were several people fighting tirelessly above Chu Ming's head, and Chu Ming watched like this, looking at it half-asleep, his consciousness seemed to be awake and blank. The images of the battles were like the same scenery beside the train, rushing by without leaving any impression. He just watched, watched, watched, watched without blinking, and before he knew it, he was stunned......

I don't know how long it has been, it should be a long time. Because when Chu Ming came to his senses, he found that he had already been replaced, and the battle just now had already ended, and the battle in front of him was also nearing the end.

"I actually saw the victory and defeat!"

Chu Ming in the sleeping bag squirmed, and he completely woke up from a half-dream. He suddenly realized that he had just had another dream, which was like the work of a cubist master, with mixed colors, simple lines, distorted pictures, and obscure meanings. However, Chu Ming suddenly discovered that he actually saw the essence of something in this picture. This made him refreshed and carefully analyzed the reasons for this.

"Paint?!"

Chu Ming remembered a lot of things, and he suddenly understood that Miss Semna of the Special Laboratory was always facing the white canvas. Miss Semna is not drawing, but thinking, and her thinking is completely different from that of Deli, who turns everything into numbers, and Miss Semna who turns everything into pictures.

"Doodle thinking?!"

Chu Ming also finally understood how the "thinker" thought. His brother Lucha in the outer galaxy had been tempted to tell him about it, but it wasn't something that words and words could say. However, through Lu Cha's laborious explanation, Chu Ming also touched a little bit of "graffiti thinking". Recently, due to physical reasons, Chu Ming has also been trying to understand this way of thinking, and the harvest is not small. However, it was only at this moment that Chu Ming truly understood the profound meaning. "Graffiti thinking" is to treat all events and things as completely alien, just like observing the world through the eyes of a baby. Without experience, without logic, without all known natural science, one is a baby. In the eyes of a baby, everything in the world is the same novelty, and every detail that has been overlooked is not a detail. A motorcycle and a horse are the same thing, and if one thing is blocked by another, it doesn't exist. Babies don't know how to speak or write, these things can only leave traces of their concern in their eyes, as simple as a graffiti work.

"Prophet?!"

Chu Ming felt a burst of sadness. What the person he loves most left him is love, and there are many things besides love. The prophet's understanding of the universe is the deepest, and Meggie left him a spiritual core, which is a gift from Meggie to his lover. Meggie would sometimes talk to Chu Ming about the Prophet, in the eyes of the Prophet, the universe was unknown, but it was not complicated. In Meggie's words, "The universe has always been there, not sad or happy." It doesn't want to be simple, it doesn't want to be complicated. If you want to see the simple side of it, then you first have to be simple enough. Chu Ming remembered that Miss Glenya had also said something similar, in the eyes of these two Miss Prophets, the universe was a simple dictionary, if you had the energy, you could consult every page of it, and that page would never change. It's that simple.

"That's great!"

Chu Ming sighed heartily, this was the first time he had praised himself. Without scaly compound eyes, overlapping pupils and skin pupils, Chu Ming sincerely liked this way of observation. Because this is his own way of seeing, a way of looking that combines a variety of bizarre techniques, it is a unique way of seeing. In this world, he is the only one who sees the world world in this way, and his world is also unique. In his eyes, the battle in front of him was so simple, several strangely shaped lines twisted and entangled, and then, it was easy to see that one of the lines was uncomfortable, a certain line was wound into a surface, and a certain line would be tied into a dead knot.

"Defeated." Chu Ming muttered to himself

"We're defeated, substitution!" Draenor's voice rang out.

Draenor's voice didn't affect Chu Ming, Chu Ming didn't care about the outcome of this game in the first place. For the bigger picture, this game is just a happy end. Chu Ming's purpose has been achieved. Chu Ming was intoxicated in his own world, and in this kind of thinking, Chu Ming felt that his spiritual level was climbing to a realm that he had never seen before. His fleasing spiritual power did not expand as he wished, but shrunk, like a thin nebula that had contracted countless times and turned into a dense star. The star is still collapsing, getting smaller and tighter. When it is small to a certain size, it finally stabilizes. Chu Ming suddenly understood the difference between the very large and the extremely small, and suddenly understood what kind of terrifying spiritual power the piece from the Great Lu Wen Star had at the beginning. That piece of title yù Chu Ming was given to Chu Chu, and now, Chu Ming has his own spiritual power core, a real spiritual power core. For Chu Ming - his own. These three words are so important to him, he has come step by step, and has always believed in these three words. Therefore, he would rather give up a lot of shortcuts, but also find his own way, a different and thorny path.

"Let's call it 'Eye Technique.'" Chu Ming chose a name for his way of observation, which was ideological. And Chu Ming, the core of that spiritual power, didn't want to be named, this was his secret, and he didn't want to say it.