Chapter 31 (Minor Repair)

At five o'clock in the morning, Shen Jian had just put down the teacup.

The open war is almost over, as the Middle Ages cannot defeat the Invincible Tower, which has put new war machines into use.

The leader took a look at the chief's room, which was still brightly lit, and breathed a sigh of relief without being noticed.

The sound of tiny cracks was audible, like the ice surface constantly cracking under the warm spring sun, which was pleasant to the ear.

Shen Jian blinked and was suddenly startled.

The night sky suddenly became bright and then dim, and a dazzling sun rose briefly in the west. Shen Jian turned around almost at the same time and stared at the place outside the glass window.

A second later, a long-awaited loud roar burst out from the center, radiating in all directions with the power to create layers of wind ripples.

The crisp sound of glass breaking was like rapidly falling raindrops.

Shen Jian glanced at the cracked window, which quickly spread the broken parts to its entire body, and then shattered cleanly, falling down like a rapid storm.

Strong winds rushed into the room, and the cadres of Wuyan Tower raised their heads one after another to see the documents and plans flying all over the sky.

A subordinate with a loose collar and crooked belt stood quietly behind Shen Jian, taking in Shen Jian's black hair blown by the wind and his fluttering cloak.

For three seconds, Shen Jian calmly and indifferently watched a bright dot attack from the huge sky curtain.

Four seconds later, the shabby-dressed subordinate behind him stepped forward and made a sniper gesture. Starlight fell into his hands and gathered into a weapon emitting an intense silver-white light.

At 4.5 seconds, the dot flashed in front of Shen Jian from the far west, still 20 meters away from piercing Shen Jian's heart.

At 4.501 seconds, a quantum bullet containing hundreds of megahertz of energy hit a light spot measured in microns in size.

At 4.7 seconds, the subordinate lazily put away his weapon, pulled Shen Jian back a step.

Three seconds later, a huge and beautiful cluster of blood-red fireworks bloomed twenty meters outside, and waves of sound swept across.

The subordinate grabbed a few important documents.

The wind died down.

The last remaining stakes in the Middle Ages were exhausted.

Shen Jian stood in silence for a while, then took the documents calmly.

He turned around and everyone was looking at him, but when he looked back, they all lowered their eyes to show their submission.

This was a very obvious desperate struggle and a very obvious, final provocation.

Shen Jian thought calmly, he couldn't get angry at anyone other than 'him' right now, he knew very well that the Middle Ages would lose sooner or later, and a slight counterattack from the opponent would only add to the fun of the game.

Even though he is now the leader of a giant, he is still very rational and will not be shaken by the process once he knows the result.

but……

Shen Jian looked at the huge black smoke rising in the west and sighed.

"I've regained some of my feeling." Shen Jian said, and the subordinate quietly raised his eyes to look at him. Shen Jian also glanced at the man and smiled slightly.

Wonderful emotions sprout from deep roots, break through the soil, or simply come back to life, slowly stretching out their lush branches and leaves.

"This feeling of having the dignity of Wuyan Tower trampled under someone's feet is not bad." Shen Jian said with a smile.

The room was silent except for the whistling of the wind.

Shen Jian slowly restrained his smile.

“…Please clean up the place for me for now, everyone.” Shen Jian murmured softly, “I seem to have a bit of a temper.”

“Doesn’t Mo Yi want to see me very much?” The leader put the document in Shen Pingyan’s hands, and the latter quickly returned to the command room with the document.

Shen Pingyan tracked and analyzed the docking position of the medieval warship without raising his head. He believed that the gentleman would definitely talk about this later.

"Let me go see him." The leader lowered his eyes and casually browsed the screen shown by Solomon.

On the blue light virtual screen were the swords of the subordinates.

He glanced around, then cast his gaze out the window, "Three hours? Whoever's fastest, I'll use their sword."

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At the front-line base, Xu Yinmo stood in a small room with his back against the door and a towel draped over his face.

A pair of hands gently took the towel off and patted his shoulder.

Xu Yinmo opened his eyes and saw that his leader had just sat up from the transport cabin and wiped his hands with the towel that he had used to cover his face.

"..." The purple-haired man pulled the corner of his mouth, "Sir, you are here."

"Yeah." Shen Jian said calmly, "I'm glad to see you're okay."

"The sixty people promoted from the ground made a few assumptions and then made a little preparation plan," Xu Yinmo was still leaning against the wall, his eyes closely following Shen Jian's movements, "very impressive, sir. In the absence of any proof, this result can be obtained by inference alone."

He watched Shen Jian finish tidying up his clothes in front of the mirror he had prepared in advance, and looked away as if nothing had happened, “We have almost no casualties, but the financial losses are a bit large.”

"Your survival is my greatest financial management." Shen Jian said calmly, still busy adjusting his thin black gloves. In order to hold the sword smoothly, the gloves needed to expose some skin to increase friction, but he did not take his most handy sword, and wanted to try them one by one.

Xu Yinmo sighed, "Can you use a sword?"

Shen Jian paused and glanced at him, "Will I die?"

He doesn't know how to use a sword, but this body knows how, and Shen Jian believes that Mo Yi doesn't know how to use a sword.

Shen Jian seemed to be stimulated and remembered something. He vaguely remembered that he had personally taught all the swordsmanship in Wuyin Tower.

...Who was he before? Shen Jian thought helplessly, aren't these ancient cold weapons something that only the upper class nobles would spend a lot of money to buy for fun in their spare time?

Xu Yinmo stopped talking, and watched quietly as Shen Jian finally pulled the sword out of the scabbard, the sound of it unsheathing filled his heart with joy.

He finally couldn't help but block Shen Jian when he was leaving, "Do you need anyone?"

"No."

Xu Yinmo refused to give up, "Can I go with you?"

Shen Jian didn’t even move his eyelids, “Stay here.”

"How did you learn to use a sword?"

"I learned it the same way you learned it."

"...I can be with you..."

Shen Jian turned his head and glanced at Xu Yinmo, then he stopped talking, turned sideways and took a step back, lowering his head slightly to show his obedience.

“Don’t disobey my orders.” Shen Jian said calmly, and walked out with the sword in hand.

Assuming that all this was a "script" he had "designed" before, he must kill Mo Yi now.

Although Mo Yi could be considered to have delayed the battle for a while, Shen Jian did not believe that he - no matter which stage he was in, would regard Mo Yi as his final opponent.

This may just be the beginning.

Shen Jian thought as he walked. The people around him didn't realize who this newcomer was at first, but when they saw the people stationed in the Wuyan Tower kneeling silently one by one, they all reacted.

They also bowed their heads.

The people who volunteered from the ground arrived at this time. They knelt down on their knees with a loud noise before they could even catch their breath. Everyone else looked at them in surprise. This was the first time they showed up.

As Shen Jian walked along, the people in the base saluted him along the way.

The rustling sounds blended strangely with the pure piety, but Shen Jian didn't even glance at it.

Shen Jian calmly passed through the crowd, and when he finally walked out of the base gate, he slowly said, "Get up."

"The Wuyan Tower never promoted monarchy."

——Even the direct descendants of the Shen family would kneel down to Shen Jian every now and then, it was only because they wanted to.

The Middle Ages had been depleted to the point where less than 1% of its remaining firepower had been consumed half a month ago. Now that there was an internal power struggle, various organizations were fighting overtly and covertly, and only Mo Yi was left to hold up the situation.

When Shen Jian stepped on the scattered floating materials and walked all the way to the front buffer zone, the people in the Middle Ages had not yet recovered.

"Wait a minute!" A panicked human voice came from the robot's voice device. He obviously knew who the person who stepped into the battlefield alone was.

"You, what are you doing...what do you want to do?"

Shen Jian stopped, standing alone in the air filled with large machines.

He was holding an ancient weapon from the old century, and in front of him was a group of titanium bodies that could end his life with just a small bullet.

But no machine dared to do anything.

He looked at the model of the robot carefully. "It's a D-type machine issued in the Middle Ages. Oh, are you from Weiguang?"

"Surrender, or your base will be bombed."

The machine's voice became more angry. "What a joke! We have our own dignity too!"

The other machine, which had been silent all this time, spoke up, "We agree."

“…Continuation?!!”

"Shiso has rebelled, Weiguang." The machine rotated the muzzle, and the faint red light flickered intermittently. "Even Shiso has rebelled, which is enough to show how crazy the Middle Ages are. We are just collaborators with him, and we have no allegiance. Wake up."

Shen Jian stroked the hilt of his sword and looked coldly at the huge and deserted battlefield.

Five minutes later, a different voice from Weiguang agreed. In less than five minutes, 90% of the organization chose to survive.

Shen Jian smiled, calmly walked past the machine and continued to move forward. The more than ten-meter-high, Gundam-like titanium blocks of weapons moved to both sides like Moses parting the sea, and Shen Jian walked between them.

After a while, Shen Jian finally saw Mo Yi, and he was a little more truly happy: “It’s really not easy to see you, Mo Yi.”

"You hid so well, you were actually... above Area 6." The leader of the Wuyan Tower gave a mocking smile, "Chen An has been looking for you for 44 minutes. Look at his sword. Isn't it beautiful?"

The leader of the Middle Ages sat on the armchair with his chin propped up, seemingly unaware of his dire situation, and just stared at Shen Jian for a while.

“It’s not that I can’t afford to lose, Shen Jian.” Mo Yi said softly, “Rather, I think it’s reasonable to lose to you.”

Shen Jian raised his eyes in boredom, “Where are the things?”

Mo Yi stood up. His white silk Tang suit with dark bamboo patterns sparkled even in the dim light. He didn't look like a leader who had just been defeated at all. Instead, he smiled and introduced his treasure to his opponent.

"Here, sir. The thing you've been dreaming of, if I'm not mistaken, you might have guessed what it is." Mo Yi quickly opened a square, took out a chip, and handed it to Shen Jian.

Shen Jian’s eyebrows moved, “This can’t buy your life.”

Mo Yi shrugged, raised his chin to reveal his slender neck, "Please, I never wanted to escape with this."

But you look like someone who would use this as an escape hatch, unless you have a backup plan.

Shen Jian thought so, but was too lazy to argue. He raised his eyes and moved his wrist. Three seconds later, the sword pierced through his heart without hesitation, and then rotated a circle.

Mo Yi widened his eyes slightly, "...You are really, heartless..."

"...I took painkillers in advance." Mo Yi frowned, his words unclear because of the blood rushing up.

Shen Jian drew his sword and sneered, "Very much like you."

"I'm not defeated yet." Shen Jian heard Mo Yi whisper at the end, "Sir, hehe, you can't beat him..."

“Do you think I don’t know? After watching for so many years, if you haven’t even learned my most superficial persistence, then you are really not a good student.” Shen Jian looked at him coldly, and then looked away in disgust.

"If you weren't 100% sure that the damn thing would win, how could you be willing to die?"

"Then, just take out your soul and see when 'his' plan will fail in my hands." Shen Jian shook the blood off the sword and turned around without hesitation, his voice calm and indifferent.

After all, this might be a plan that would cost him his former self.

The small camera ball, which was faithfully carrying out the recording mission, recorded every stroke of the scene above Area 6, and would go over to record as soon as it saw someone.

When Shen Jian came out, there was still blood on his face. He saw it through the reflective glass of the camera ball, lowered his eyes and wiped it off.

Then, the young leader took the camera ball, pressed it to his shoulder, and announced nonchalantly: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, the war is over."

He raised his head and saw Xu Yinmo standing ten steps away from him, holding the cloak he had taken off in his hand.

Then behind them were dozens of direct descendants of the Shen family who were on the battlefield.

Strong wind.

Dark night.

The young leader looked in the direction of the Tower of Invincibility, but what he was thinking in his heart was whether this was just the "beginning" of his plan.