At this moment, in the clouds, on the bridge of the Ivy League's flying giant ship

Hundreds of huge displays envelop the entire battlefield, reflecting all the changes and disputes.

With the opening of the square gate, I don't know how many teams are pouring into the central tower, rushing to the battlefield, and the opponent is fighting for space.

But the big screen in the middle revealed an overly young face.

When the light smile that had been hanging on his face dissipated, it became completely different from the past, and the dark pupils were calm and deep, as if reflecting the bottomless abyss.

"It's like a dragon, it's terrifying. ”

Pan Delong sighed: "When we encounter such an enemy, it seems that our luck is really not good. ”

Behind him, Harry Quinn, who had not recovered from his injury for a long time, couldn't help but shake his head.

"When we encounter the Ivory Tower, you know how bad our luck is, right?" he scratched his head and sighed helplessly, "Mr. Pandron, we shouldn't lose, right?"

"Will you lose?"

Pan Delong squinted his eyes and looked over: "Harry Quinn, if you put a little effort into probability, you won't say such stupid things." ”

"Please don't embarrass a linguistics teacher to learn math, okay?"

Harry Quinn shook his head helplessly, leaned over, just like the harlequin to whom his code name referred, and gave a nondescript salute to the 'master' in front of him, and gave him a sincere lesson:

"Honorable old man, what is your opinion on the current victory?"

"Originally, seven or three points. ”

"Who's seven?" he asked subconsciously.

Pan Delong didn't even bother to answer.

Harry Quinn's eyes widened, "Isn't that a loss?"

"Our enemy is the Ivory Tower, the last vestiges of the celestial lineage, the giant who dominated the entire academic world for 110 years, and the behemoth that made the imperial universities of Rome bow down to it back then - in the Iron Crystal Throne is the great master of the world, the embodiment of miracles walking on earth, and our next opponent is the Frost Giant Army, leading them is the youngest anointed person in history, the military attache of the S class assessed by the Asian Astronomical Society......"

Pan Delong asked suspiciously, "Challenging such a person, why do you think we can't lose?"

“......“

Harry Quinn was stunned and looked left and right.

Because Pan Delong's voice is not disguised in any way, and has even spread to everyone's ears. The busy members looked back blankly and at the old man's back.

"Is there anything to fuss about?"

The old man also looked back at them, and asked indifferently, "Did we come here to lose? Did we hold on to this point in order to surrender?"

From Rome, to London, to America, it was a long journey of displacement, division, struggle, poverty and hunger...... Four hundred years of suffering have not knocked us down – and we still stand on the shoulders of giants today!

The sages who laid the name of the Ivy League back then have overcome all the obstacles and finally sent us here, so that we don't have to say stupid things about going home when we see the mountains. ”

The emaciated old man opened his mouth and roared at his subordinates like a lion: "The road ahead, we have to walk by ourselves!"

"Will you lose? Will you fail? Or will you be afraid of being humiliated and ridiculed? Is that kind of insignificant thing worth talking about?

- Is it okay not to do something that is really worth pursuing, just because you will lose?"

"It's just the first step, and even if you lose, there will be a second step, a third step...... As long as we don't die, the challenge will continue!

It's not just because I'm afraid of the wrath of the sages, or because I'm worried that those who come after me will laugh. Rather, it is for the noble dream that we represent, which has been inherited for three hundred and fifty-seven years.

Even if the enemy is an invincible Grand Master, the soul of the seeker will not bow down under the shadow of truth if the soul of the seeker is still in the day!"

In the dead silence, Pan Delong's eyes widened, and his old pupils were like wildfires burning with inheritance, staring at every face.

"Therefore, keep your chest straight, folks, and don't bow your head. ”

He held his head high and solemnly told everyone here: "We have done what we can do, and we have done what we could not do in the past."

After such a long chase, we are finally on the same starting line as our opponents!"

"Whether we succeed or fail, our efforts will not be in vain. ”

"Because one day, the pursuit of your life and I will become a new cornerstone, so that the monument of Ivy will surpass the White Tower!"

He said:

"—Victory will be ours in the end!"

The moment Pan Delong raised his hand and clenched his fist, the thin dead silence was broken by a hundred thousand times the surging enthusiasm. The sound of Huhe was like thunder, and it burst out from the air from a height of thousands of meters with this emaciated old man.

The atmosphere that had been gradually tense became extremely restless at the moment.

Wildfires were kindling from those fanatical eyes.

And this announcement is also being delivered to the ears of every Ivy League member on the battlefield in different ways, so that this noble dream that has been inherited for nearly 400 years reverberates in every chest, dispelling all hesitation and anxiety.

Between the countless thunderbolts and storm guards, the light of the Otherworldly Hades once again spread in all directions.

Miracles from the Americas drive through hell, with the truth from the Americas!

After waiting for too many years, those souls hungry for victory are once again challenging their unattainable opponents.

For victory!

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When the mastermind of the war chip took over the command of the entire battlefield, Pan Delong finally handed over the authority at hand and went to the login area through the elevator.

After a short wait, he asked the person next to him, "How's Lizzy doing?"

"We've arrived at the battlefield and we're in great shape. ”

Harry Quinn tilted his head and glanced at the display on his arm, and raised his eyebrows: "Also, she asked me to tell you: It's all good, it's too wordy, please reduce it to less than ten seconds next time." ”

Pan Delong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"It's too hard for a strong man. ”

As the elevator door opened, a hurricane swept in the deck area, and a pitch-black flying machine was at the end, waiting for a long time.

In the driver's seat, the colonel smoked his last cigarette, looked back at Pan Delong, who was sitting in the seat, and frowned: "Old man, are you sure you want to go up in person? ”

"The students are already in battle, and as a teacher, you have to be ahead of the curve and set an example. ”

Pendron put on his helmet and showed a mocking smile under his mask: "Don't show off your resume to the old airborne soldiers of the Battle of Baghdad...... Boy, if you want me to be old, it's still ten years early!"

Yes.

He is not old yet, and he can move on.

The giants carrying the Ivy League have not yet fallen!

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"Is that so?"

Iron Crystal, the captain looked down at the report that had been handed in—all members of the troupe had appeared on the battlefield three minutes earlier.

And the group of ivy guys sighed as if they had knocked on an aphrodisiac, panting one by one, and rushed up desperately. The team of scholars and the exploration team who were caught off guard were beaten by this group of goods, and the freezing chambers were almost exhausted.

The captain scratched his head in distress: "It seems that those guys are really fighting ......."

"After so many years of being stopped by the stumbling block of the Ivory Tower, no matter who you are, you will be in a hurry, right?" the chief of affairs calmly looked at the screen in front of him and adjusted the index.

Ensure the stability of the Heavenly Matrix and maintain the secret ritual.

The sheer force of the Iron Crystal has turned the giant submarine into a powder keg, and the slightest loss of balance could lead to a crumble.

Not only is the newborn Heavenly Kingdom record stillborn, but the Great Grandmaster is afraid that he will be severely injured.

Without the help of the Utopian Host and the Three Sages, such a huge secret ritual is still too reluctant for an individual - all the energy must be used to deal with it, and there is no time for anything else.

The task of the wheel chief is also not light, but he couldn't help but shake his head when he glanced at the chief of affairs with a leisurely face, and even took a break in his busy life, pinching the second watch to make tea on the spot.

"Can't you just be a little nervous?"

"What's the use of being nervous? Since you can't roll up your sleeves and rush down to beat people, it's better to drink tea here and cultivate your self-cultivation. ”

The chief clerk took the teaspoon and the scale in the laboratory, and concentrated on calculating the number of tea leaves in micrograms, and wrote a row of formulas on the paper ground into flour to calculate, and finally concluded the effect of the tea year on the quality of the final soup......

Eventually, the accurately calculated tea leaves are ground into powder – ten times more than the usual amount plus a bunch of things that should never be in the teapot are thrown into boiling water and covered with lids.

All that's left is waiting with anticipation.

Soon, two cups of alchemy potions, which had been highly extracted from the alchemy cauldron and had become a stimulant aggregate to some extent, were placed in front of the wheel commander.

Just by looking at the dark color, you know that there will definitely be nothing good after drinking it......

"Come?"

The chief executive invited with anticipation.

The captain picked up the teacup, and just sniffed it, and a hallucination of a new life came to him - he began to wonder if this old guy had been bought by the other side and began to poison the Iron Crystal Seat.

Why hasn't your technology improved at all after all these years?

"Next time, next time it will be ......"

He hesitated, but after all, he still didn't have the courage to try, and even involuntarily tried to lean back a little and stay away from the teacup.

"Didn't you say that last time?"

"Last time was different from this time!" the captain rolled his eyes, and finally asked, "Are you really going to do nothing?"

"Do nothing. ”

The chief clerk slipped through his poison-grade tea and replied calmly: "Since there is a voice in the Iron Crystal Seat, there should not be a second one.

There is only one protagonist on the stage, and all the interference of those of us behind the scenes will have unpredictable consequences for the secret ceremony in the stage of 'closing things'. ”

As he spoke, he looked up and asked, "If the murder in the locked room was finally solved by the uncle who sold morning tea on the roadside, the reader would not buy it, right? When all the cause and effect have been connected, any 'mechanical séance' will cause irreparable damage to the story itself."

Foster, I know you don't agree with our agreement with the Ivies, but the more urgent it is, the more patience is needed. ”

"It's this set of ...... again"

"Otherwise, since you have promised something, you must do it, whether it is with your enemies or with yourself, and your open life should be like this!"

The chief pushed the teacup over, looked him in the eye, and told him.

"Come, tea!"

“......”

The corners of Foster's eyes jumped wildly, and his scalp tingled in the expectant gaze of his old friend.

"Let's hope everything goes well. ”

He sighed, picked up his teacup, tilted his head, and drank it all.

In front of him, countless hallucinations began to emerge, and in this sudden bitterness, he finally understood.

There are some hellish promises, but it's okay not to keep them......

It's a pity that it's late.