At this moment, in the clouds, on the bridge of Ivy's giant flying ship.
Hundreds of huge monitors enveloped the entire battlefield, reflecting all the changes and conflicts.
With the opening of the four gates, countless teams poured into the central tower and rushed to the battlefield, fighting for space with their opponents inch by inch.
But on the big screen in the middle, an excessively young face appeared.
When the frivolous smile on his face dissipated, he became completely different from before. His dark eyes were calm and deep, as if reflecting a bottomless abyss.
"Just like an evil dragon, so scary."
Pan Delong sighed. "It seems that we are really unlucky to encounter such an enemy."
Behind him, Harley Quinn, who had just recovered from his injury, could not help but shake his head.
"When we encountered the Ivory Tower, we knew how bad our luck was, right?" He scratched his head and sighed helplessly. "Mr. Pan Delong, we won't lose, right?"
"Lose?"
Pan Delong squinted and looked over. "Harley Quinn, if you put a little more effort into probability, you wouldn't say such stupid things."
"Please don't make it difficult for a language teacher to learn mathematics, okay?"
Harley Quinn shook his head and bowed, just like the clown in his code name, he bowed to the "master" in front of him and sincerely asked for advice.
"Honorable old sir, what do you think of the victory and defeat in front of you?"
"Originally, it would be seventy to thirty."
"Who is seventy?" he asked subconsciously.
Pan Delong did not even bother to answer.
Harley Quinn's eyes widened. "Then won't we lose for sure?"
"Our enemy is the Ivory Tower, the last remaining light of Celestial genealogy, the giant that dominated the entire academic world for 110 years, the behemoth that made the Imperial University of Rome bow down to. In the Iron Crystal is the great grandmaster of the world, the incarnation of miracles that walk on earth. Our next opponent is the Frost Giant Legion, led by the youngest anointed person in history, a military officer with an internal rating of S-class by the Asian Astronomical Association …"
Pan Delong asked doubtfully, "Challenging such a person, why do you think we can't possibly lose?"
"…"
Harley Quinn was stunned and looked around.
This was because Pan Delong's voice was not concealed at all. It had even spread to everyone's ears. The busy members turned around in confusion and looked at the old man's back.
"What's so surprising about it?"
The old man also looked back at them and asked indifferently, "Did we come here to lose? Could it be that we have persevered until now just to surrender?
From Rome, to London, and then to America, the long journey of displacement, division, struggle, poverty, and hunger... Four hundred years of suffering did not defeat us. Even today, we still stand on the shoulders of giants!
Back then, the sages who established the name of the Ivy League blazed a path through thistles and thorns and finally sent us here. Don't say stupid things like returning home whenever you see a tall mountain. "
The skinny old man opened his mouth and roared at his subordinates like a lion, "We have to walk the rest of the way by ourselves!"
"Will we lose? Would it fail? Or was he afraid of being humiliated and ridiculed? Could it be that such an insignificant thing had any value to be talked about?
What's really worth pursuing, can we not do it just because we will lose? "
"This is just the first step. Even if we lose, there will be a second step, a third step... As long as we don't die, the challenge will continue!
Not only because we are afraid of the anger of the sages, but also not because we are worried that the future generations will ridicule us. It is for the noble dream that we represent that has been passed down for 357 years.
Even if the enemy is an invincible grandmaster, as long as the soul of the seeker exists, we will not bow under the shadow of the truth! "
In the dead silence, Pan Delong opened his eyes wide. His old eyes seemed to be burning with the wildfire of inheritance as he stared at every face.
"So, stick out your chest, everyone, and don't lower your heads."
He raised his head and solemnly told everyone here, "We have done what we can do, and what we could not do in the past.
After such a long chase, we are finally standing on the same starting line as our opponents! "
"Regardless of success or failure, our efforts will not be in vain."
"Because one day, the pursuit of your life and mine will become a new cornerstone, and let the monument of the Ivy League rise above the White Tower!"
He said,
"Victory will belong to us 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 whistling was like thunder, bursting forth from the thin old man thousands of meters high in the sky.
The atmosphere that had gradually become tense became extremely restless at this moment.
Wildfires were ignited in those fanatical eyes.
And this announcement was also transmitted to the ears of every Ivy League member on the battlefield through different methods, causing this noble dream that had been passed down for nearly 400 years to reverberate in everyone's hearts, dispelling all the hesitation and uneasiness.
Surrounded by countless thunderbolts and storms, the light of the otherworldly underworld once again spread out in all directions.
The miracle from America traveled through hell, bringing with it the truth from America!
After waiting for too many years, those souls that thirsted for victory once again challenged the unattainable opponent.
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 through the elevator to the login area.
After a short wait, he asked the person next to him, "How's Liz?"
"She has arrived at the battlefield, and she's in great condition."
Harley Quinn tilted his head and glanced at the display on his arm. He raised his eyebrows, "Also, she asked me to tell you: Everything is good, but it's too long-winded. Next time, please simplify it to less than ten seconds."
Pan Delong was stunned for a moment, then he immediately laughed.
"That's too much to ask."
As the elevator door opened, the hurricane of the deck area swept over. A dark aircraft was at the end, waiting for a long time.
In the pilot's seat, the colonel smoked his last cigarette and looked back at Pan Delong sitting in the seat. He frowned, "Old man, are you sure you want to go up personally? It doesn't matter if you're not there, the battlefield is not your classroom. "
"The students have already gone to the battlefield. As a teacher, I have to walk in the front and set an example."
Pan Delong put on his helmet and showed a mocking smile under the mask, "Don't show off your resume to the old paratroopers from the battle of Baghdad … Kid, if you want me to admit that I'm old, it's still ten years too early!"
Yes, that's right.
He hasn't aged yet, and he can still move forward.
The giants carrying the ivy haven't fallen yet!
.
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"Is that so?"
In the iron crystal seat, the chief engineer looked down at the report that was submitted — all the members of the troupe had appeared on the battlefield three minutes ago.
And that group of ivy guys seemed to have taken an aphrodisiac. They were panting heavily and rushing forward without any regard for their lives. The scholar team and the exploration team were caught off guard by this group of guys, and the cryogenic cabin was almost not enough.
The chief engineer scratched his head in distress, "It seems that those guys are really going all out …"
"After being blocked by the ivory tower for so many years, no matter who it is, they will be anxious, right?" The purser calmly looked at the screen in front of him and adjusted the index.
To ensure the stability of the Heavenly Kingdom array and maintain the mystic apparatus.
Too much power was operating in the iron crystal seat, causing this huge submarine to become a powder keg. As long as it lost its balance slightly, it would probably collapse.
Not only would the newborn Heavenly Kingdom record die in the womb, but the grandmaster would probably be seriously injured.
Without the help of Utopia's mainframe and the Three Wise Men, such a huge mystic apparatus was still too difficult for an individual. He had to use all his energy to deal with it and had no time to care about anything else.
The chief engineer's task was also not easy, but he couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the purser's leisurely expression. He was even taking a break from his work and making tea on the spot with a stopwatch.
"Can't you be a little nervous?"
"What's the use of being nervous? Since I can't roll up my sleeves and rush down to beat them up, I might as well drink tea here and cultivate my mind. "
The purser took a teapot and a scale from the laboratory and focused on calculating the amount of tea leaves in micrograms. He wrote down a row of formulas on the paper that had been ground into powder to calculate the effect of the tea leaves' age on the final quality of the soup …
Finally, after accurate calculation, the tea leaves were ground into powder — more than ten times the usual amount plus a bunch of things that should not appear in the teapot — and put them into the boiling water and covered the lid.
Next, there was only waiting filled with anticipation.
Soon, two cups of alchemy medicine that had been highly purified by the alchemy cauldron and had become a stimulant to a certain extent were placed in front of the chief engineer.
Just by looking at the dark color, he knew that nothing good would happen after drinking it …
"Want some?"
The purser invited expectantly.
The chief engineer picked up the teacup. Just by smelling it, he had the illusion of reliving his life. He began to wonder if this old man had been bribed by the other party and had begun to poison the iron crystal seat.
Why is it that after so many years, your skills haven't improved at all?
"Next time, I'll definitely …"
He hesitated again and again, but in the end, he did not have the courage to try. He even tried to lean back a little bit to get away from the teacup.
"Didn't you say the same thing last time?"
"Last time is different from this time!" The chief engineer rolled his eyes and finally asked, "Are you really not going to do anything?"
"I'm not doing anything."
The purser sipped his poison-grade tea and calmly replied, "Since there is a voice in the iron crystal seat, there should not be a second one.
There only needs to be one protagonist on the stage. All the interference from us behind-the-scenes personnel will have unpredictable consequences for the secret instrument that is in the 'end of the story' stage. "
As he spoke, he looked up and asked, "If the murder in the locked room was solved by a roadside tea seller in the end, the readers won't buy it, right? When all the causes and effects are connected, any 'mechanical god summoning' will cause irreparable damage to the story itself.
Forster, I know you don't care about our agreement with the Ivy League, but the more urgent the situation is, the more patience we have to have. "
"This again …"
"What else? Since we have promised something, we must do it. Whether it's with the enemy or with ourselves, a magnanimous life should be like this! "
The purser pushed the teacup over, looked into his eyes, and told him.
"Come, have some tea!"
"…"
The corner of Forster's eyes twitched violently. Under the gaze of his old friend, his scalp went numb.
"Let's hope everything goes smoothly."
He sighed, picked up the teacup, raised his head, and drank it in one gulp.
In front of his eyes, countless illusions began to appear. In this sudden bitterness, he finally understood something.
Some damn agreements, it actually did not matter if he did not keep them …
Unfortunately, it was too late.
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