"For the White Tower!!"

Stone woke up from his dream, opened his eyes, and saw the war horse raising its iron hooves in front of him and stepping down. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The knight in the silver-faced armor brandished his saber and roared, looking down on him from above the warhorse, the silver-forged armor was like the mighty face of the gods, cold and cruel.

At that moment, his remaining pupils tightened, but his shriveled and old body suddenly swelled.

The mechanical heart exploded and sent artificial blood to all limbs, and the adrenaline swept through the shell like a blazing fire, causing his cable-connected body to bounce off the iron chair, and the cracked blade popped out of the back of the chair, falling into his hand, setting off a terrible roar, forward, and slashing!

It is beauty born from death.

The air was sliced, and a terrible scratch stretched forward with the blade, tearing the horse and sinking into the wall, and the rubble flew and fell on his face, causing him to turn back from his drowsy sleep.

The stumpled horse still galloped, and the knight on the horse shouted, forward, pierced through the wall, and galloped vigorously through the fortress with the army.

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

He suddenly came to his senses, staggered back two steps, and sat back in his chair, only to feel the pain of tearing all over his body, and couldn't help but sigh: "Falling asleep again?"

"Yes. ”

The curtain was opened, and a group of helpless old men sat at the conference table, looking around. It was the bottom of the fortress, but it turned into an endless grassland.

The turquoise grassland ground cracked, and the flames of hell erupted from below.

The giant-like armored knight roared.

The soldiers were clad in the rough armor of the first generation, and the aether furnace behind them was roaring, burning with grease fused into the aether, and pungent black smoke was spewing from their backs.

The crimson Vermilion Bird insignia is inscribed on the chest of the armor, and the shoulders are adorned with bear skin, and the rivets are raised like spikes from the joints.

This is the product of the original generation of power heavy armor, which has long been eliminated by history. Unable to perform precise movements, he can only move forward and backward in a rigid manner, and the aether furnace, which is the key point, is directly embedded in the back, leaving it exposed.

Without a platform, it is not even possible to dress on oneself, and each armored knight must carry six engineered servants to wear armor on the platform.

The knights wore an iron cage-like exoskeleton that could not even bend down, and the servants carried wrenches and screws to fasten the heavy armor to the exoskeleton, and finally sealed the interface with a welding torch, like a moving iron coffin, if the terrain was muddy, the weight of the armor alone was enough to bury people alive.

Admittedly, it has many drawbacks, but when such knights are assembled in an array and come together, it is enough to form a massive 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 at 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, and the heavily armored knights riding on the war horses wore silver masks and held heavy sabers high, charging forward!

"The mask of the Iron Stream Legion, the original power armor...... This is the battle of Nebujazzar?"

Stone picked up a hot towel, wiped his face, and sobered up a lot.

The Battle of Nebujazzar, an 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 Vermilion Bird clan and the Baita clan respectively, two huge founding clans, and the two sides fought to the death because of the throne.

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

The enemy is the world-famous Iron Stream Legion under the command of the White Tower Clan, the heavy cavalry once known as the emperor of the battlefield, and the perfect coordination between the demon war horse and the battle-hardened knight formed by generations of domestication and hybridization is enough to make any enemy fearful.

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

In the battle for the throne, the Suzatori Clan, who had poured out their centuries-old wealth, turned to the Chainsaw Brothers, and the Chainsaw Brothers, who had just taken root in Asgard, also urgently needed to prove their worth.

The result of the cooperation between the two is a war that shocks the whole world, and the power armor that has been unsealed for the first time enters the battlefield and turns into iron.

It was a collision of iron and iron, and the old era and the new era were divided into winners and losers.

As a result, the Iron Stream Legion was completely wiped out, and the White Tower Clan lost everything, was expelled from the core, and exiled to the wilderness a hundred years later.

Although the station exposed many of the ills of power armor, such as its bulkiness, lack of stability, and demanding environmental and logistical requirements, the irrefutable victory proved its war potential, and since then, the heavy cavalry regiment has been replaced by power armor, fulfilling its historical mission and retiring from the altar.

"I told you not to archaeology. The old men sighed: "What era is this? What's the use of talking about the old war examples of the past?"

"I've been talking about defensive battles for the past two days. ”

Stone spread his hands, "This is the case that was originally intended to be used as a negative textbook next week, and the ghost knows when he will flip through the books...... Dreams are always so fleeting, don't care. ”

The old people looked at each other, and their expressions became helpless.

What happens in ordinary dreams is always vague and ambiguous, illogical and full of strange changes, as is the case with most people's dreams.

But...... Now it's definitely the exception.

When people are asleep, they will relax all their guards and common sense, and expose their weakest side in dreams, and the psychophysiognomy also likes to rewrite the consciousness of the target at this time, because this time is the most defenseless, and the most relaxed and simple.

But where is there any normal appearance in the dreams they see at this moment?

There is no weakness or vulnerability, 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 were roaring inside the power armor, every gear, circlip, and transmission wheel......

Everything couldn't be more real, lifelike, if not untouchable, then it's the same.

It's like a re-enactment of dozens of illusionists, reading the records in the aether and reinterpreting everything from the past.

"There are always exceptions. ”

Stone shook his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was hanging his head behind the long table.

This is a result that none of them expected.

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

Even if he drank the Jade Dream as water, after a week of cramming crazy training, without any warning, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and closed his eyes...... Fell asleep.

It was then that they discovered the real problem......

If ordinary people fall asleep, it's fine, but the problem is that what is asleep now is a dream weaver, the spokesperson of dreams, this road has reached its limit, and the musician himself is the embodiment of the dream itself in this world.

When a dreamweaver is extremely sleepy, he can no longer restrain his dreams, and the fateful chapter of instinct will begin to erode reality.

Pull dreams into reality.

It's just that what appeared in the dream was no longer the silent world and the scene of returning to the ruins, but what this group of old men had frantically filled into Ye Qingxuan's mind for days.

This can be regarded as a dream day and night, but the old man who encountered this situation for the first time was completely blinded, and no one could stand the scene of their room suddenly becoming an endless sea, two fleets bombarding each other, and the slag of the aether furnace spraying on their faces.

In the chaos, the alarm bell of war was directly sounded.

After a long time of scrambling to check, the musician found out where the source was...... In the end, the old men who had no choice but to let it go.

Anyway, people can't stop them from sleeping, as long as they can make up for the things that have been delayed, it's no problem.

Now, Ye Qingxuan leaned back in his chair and fell asleep, letting the voices in this dream come and go, and there was no sign of waking up.

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

The old men are also ruthless characters who have seen strong winds and waves, even if they are sitting in the center of the battlefield at this moment, their faces still do not change, but they are watching with great interest, to see how far Ye Qingxuan can interpret this legendary battle in his dreams.

"It's horrible. ”

Looking at the oncoming Iron Flow Army, the old man in the wheelchair in the corner sighed.

"yes, every detail is perfect. The old ghosts who liked to study the evidence bowed their heads and pointed at the heavy-armored knights who passed by: "Even the traces of wear on the saddle are completely different, and it is rare to be true to this extent." It is worthy of the hand of God, and it is able to deduce such a huge illusion. ”

"I also have a good understanding of tactics. In just a few weeks, I have to say he's learned really well. ”

"That's not what I'm talking about. ”

The old man in the wheelchair shook his head and skimmed them: "How expressive and real the dream is, in fact, it is a minutiae. There's one other thing I care about......"

Stone was silent for a moment and asked, "Himself?"

"Yes. ”

The old man in the wheelchair nodded: "When people dream, they will actually substitute themselves into the dream, right? If this foundation did not exist, then the dream would be gone. And without the subject, this dream world is meaningless.

I have been trying to find the feedback of his underlying consciousness from the presentation of dreams, trying to see the essence, but I find that I have been working in vain. ”

He paused, gesturing at the thousands of troops on either side.

"All the while, I couldn't find out where he was. ”

The old men looked around, but they never found any trace of Ye Qingxuan.

In the midst of the chaotic fighting and collision, everyone looked at each other and fell silent: 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 like them, transcendent and outstanding, a spectator who could not even observe his self-consciousness.

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

The old man in the wheelchair sighed in a low voice: "Such a deep city is really something I have only seen in my life." It's just that where does such a huge pressure come from?"

"Don't overthink it. ”

Stone shook his head: "Actually, our Grand Inquisitor doesn't seem to feel that he has anything to hide. He's always here, but you can't see it. ”

As he spoke, he lifted his finger and pointed to the sky.

In silence, all the old men stiffened their heads.

On the huge battlefield of turmoil and slaughter, the heavy cavalry of the Iron Stream Legion and the samurai in power armor fought each other, and the blood fell into the fire, burning, and evaporating into mist, like a soul rising into the sky.

Above the empty and silent sky, through the scattered wolf smoke and the diffuse blue, a pair of indifferent black pupils looked down quietly from a very distant place.

Under the overlook of those eyes, the war was like a machine, countless gears riveted and swirled, and it was carried out as it should, every step was flawless, and of course, it was precisely to the intended end.

Until the end of everything.

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

He looked down at the empty schedule in front of him, his eyebrows raised.

"We're done with class?"

The old men looked at each other, still recovering from the shock just now, and in the silence, Stone coughed awkwardly twice, "I have to say that you spent three weeks learning the course we originally arranged for two months...... It seems that I underestimated your talent, it takes at least two years for an average person. ”

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

"Well, except for the still sparse martial arts......"

"It's just a trivial flaw, don't worry about it. People are not good at things. ”

Stone waved his hand, motioning for him to stop talking, and then smiled: "It looks like we can start the next stage of the course." ”

"That's enough, stone, put away all this boring stuff. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, for the first time in three weeks, he got up from behind the table, stretched his body, and the bones that lacked movement made a crackling and crisp sound.

"The first three weeks are a time to pass the time, I know what I need to know, and I don't want to see it anymore. ”

"But...... So what if you run into problems in the future?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and looked at Stone: "This should be your business, not mine." You can't leave me alone with everything. ”

Stone sighed helplessly: "As you can see, Your Excellency, I am already old. ”

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

Stone was stunned for a moment, showing a self-deprecating and helpless look, and bowed his head in response:

"It was such an honor. ”

The door closed. (To be continued.) )