Chapter 56: Sword Forging, Why History? (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

As night fell, the sounds around gradually quieted down.

In a hastily built house, gathered geniuses in a special car.

Bai Mo looked around at the people under the platform, stretched out his hand and waved, and the air around him, under the effect of controlling the elements, made everyone gradually feel cooler and as if the wind was whistling past.

"This is the Word Spirit." Bai Mo said calmly: "The Word Spirit drives the elements to do many incredible things."

"According to the information I have obtained, elements exist in this form on this planet."

Pushing open the small blackboard, Bai Mo took the chalk and drew the contents on it.

There is a layer of elements on the surface of the earth. As one gets farther away from the planet Earth, the density of the elements in a certain space begins to decrease until they completely disappear.

"Word spirits can do many incredible things, such as this."

With a snap of his fingers, Baimo spoke the dragon language.

The next moment, the world in front of everyone around them changed.

"Where is this?" Someone looked around in surprise.

This is a classroom, and they are sitting in the professor's chair.

"Little tricks for the spirit." Standing on the podium, Bai Mo looked around and began to explain.

"It's very troublesome to explain the theory. The existing scientific and technological instruments cannot help you quickly understand and master it, so I will connect your spirits and use the words of the White King lineage to teach you in my spiritual world."

"Is this a spiritual space?" someone asked in surprise.

Bai Mo nodded, then shook his head.

"No, this is just an illusion I created."

“I can’t achieve the spiritual space in real fantasy novels.”

Then, Bai Mo clapped his hands, and a book with no ending appeared in front of everyone.

"This is a textbook. I will stretch your sense of time so that one day here is equivalent to one hour in the outside world. With this little trick, you can quickly get started."

One day equals one hour.

This method of manipulating time would definitely be a fairy tablet in ancient times. Maybe it would even reach the level of an emperor, leaving behind an idiom story of a lost chess player.

The storytelling process is boring, but it is a rare opportunity for the students attending the lecture.

New knowledge, applications that transcend the times.

In addition, Bai Mo can actually act out for them the so-called machine parts and components, allowing them to touch them as teaching aids.

So, no one is wasting time.

A day passed silently.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Bai Mo dispelled the illusion he had created.

When they returned to the real world, the first thing they felt was a swollen head, dizziness and nausea.

However, with the help of the relief drugs and tea and other auxiliary props that Bai Mo had already arranged, everyone's spirits gradually returned to normal.

"One day, one hour, this is really an immortal method."

"Word spirits, and the so-called hybrids, were they gods in ancient times? One day in heaven is one year on earth."

"Maybe. With the skills I have now, it would have been easy to become a god in the past."

Hei Di narrowed his eyes and thought about the relevant information he had obtained in advance.

According to the instructions given by the Great Elder, Hei Di was responsible for monitoring Bai Mo. If some of his actions would endanger the country, he would use his life to stop his plan.

This is the realization that Black Emperor has made from the bottom of his heart.

The power of hybrids comes from the word spirit. When they are unsure what the word spirit is, they will often conduct a round of testing to determine the other party's background.

The current test of Bai Mo is in charge of Hei Di.

'Maybe I'm not the only one watching him.'

Whispering in his heart and pondering Bai Mo's every move, the Black Emperor began to review his deduction of the confrontation between the mixed-blood families in the secret party.

Xuan Ming walked up to the Black Emperor and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"This power." The Black Emperor whispered, "Word Spirit is too incomprehensible for us now."

"We don't know the underlying logic of the Word Spirit. We don't have the exploration data on elements and alchemy that those mixed-blood families have."

"That's right." Xuan Ming paused, then said with emotion: "The fragments left by our ancestors have all been lost."

"Perhaps not all is lost."

The Black Emperor waved his hand and said, "Hybrid, Word Spirit. The higher-ups are planning to dig up the ancient tombs buried underground to find the manuscripts and materials left by the predecessors."

"The excavation of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum." Xuan Ming rubbed his forehead.

This is a method that cannot be done.

Excavating graves and opening coffins for archaeology is very acceptable. If it is not absolutely necessary, people will not dig up the coffins of their ancestors. At this time, the higher-ups believe that they can find relevant records of alchemy in Qin Shihuang's tomb and obtain the inheritance of the ancient ancestors who defeated the Dragon King.

Otherwise, they would never blaspheme their ancestors.

"But after learning about the hybrids, opening the coffin won't be a simple matter."

Hei Di could understand why he was so cautious.

What if there are rice dumplings inside, or the backup plans left by the predecessors to prevent tomb robbers...someone might die, so being extremely cautious is inevitable.

After chatting for a long time, Xuan Ming turned around and left to deal with his own affairs.

Heidi stood up and walked over to Baimo.

At this time, the people who had been surrounding Bai Mo and discussing knowledge had almost dispersed.

"What do you want to ask?" Bai Mo went straight to the point.

Black Emperor shook his head, then asked seriously: "We can win, right!"

He wanted to know an answer.

"Of course, I believe that the current generation is no less capable than the previous generations."

Hearing Bai Mo's answer, Heidi's expression became troubled.

The difficulties encountered by our ancestors are happening again to this generation, and they are even more difficult than those of their predecessors.

They need to face those monsters, monsters that have been running ahead of them for hundreds or thousands of years.

"Dragon clan." After saying this word, Black Emperor let his thoughts run wild and asked, "Have all the dragon clans really disappeared?"

"Yes. Within the scope of known archaeological research, no city with significant scientific value passed down by the dragon civilization has been discovered."

"That is to say, the dragon clan may not have disappeared." Black Emperor said something that many people could not understand.

The dragon civilization disappeared, and all the city-states seemed to have vanished without a trace overnight.

In the eyes of Kassel Academy and the Secret Party, the dragon clan destroyed itself because of the rebellion of the White King and the war started by the four dragon kings.

But in the eyes of a group of people represented by the Black Emperor, the disappearance of the city-state does not mean the end of the dragon civilization. Perhaps they have not really died out.

There is a missing history.

What happened to the hybrids in the thousands of years of space-time history after the extinction of the dragon race? Why did they suddenly transition to modern normal human civilization, from tribes, city-states, dynasties... Before the formation of clans, what role did the hybrids who inherited the remains of the dragon race play in history?
Why didn't the dragon gene flooding phenomenon happen?

Dragons have the power to assimilate humans and turn them into hybrids. So why haven't modern creatures on Earth experienced a large-scale outbreak of life infected by dragon genes?
This history seems to have been cut off. What happened before the clan tribe? In whose hands is the dragon clan's legacy? Are those myths the records of the hybrids by our ancestors?
Because of the lack of this history, too many truths of this world have been buried.

"Nibelungen, it is very likely that the dragons are lurking among them." Bai Mo expressed his opinion as Baidi.

"Maybe the time of waiting is almost up, and they will come back again."

"Nibelungen, incomprehensible scientific theories, manipulation of space..."

From the Black Emperor's perspective, if one can manipulate space to form this kind of spatial interference method that is like in fantasy novels, then the science and technology contained therein must have surpassed stellar civilization, or even been higher!

"We have no way out." Black Emperor looked at the crowd here.

These people's faces were filled with excitement and joy, and they felt irrepressible joy because they knew the real world.

But in the hearts of Heidi and others, there was only a heavy feeling of impending storm.

——We have no way out, we can only win!

This military competition has to be fought and won, and the invading jackals have to be defeated!

In fact, it is not just Heidi, many people here have this idea in their hearts - they must win.

This chase must be caught up.

On the international stage, there is an axiom:

I won't hit you today just because I don't want to hit you!

The sword is the truth! A weak country has no diplomacy!
Without sufficient national weapons as a deterrent, others will not cooperate with you or talk about peace. All they can do is use guns to force you to live in a cage according to the rules they set.

The so-called peace is nothing more than a stalemate balance of power during war.

Looking at the psychological changes of these people, Bai Mo silently developed their forms in the direction of the general trend.

This is a great country that will not back down, be cowardly, or admit defeat.

The spirit of the generation that once planted the apple trees is once again present in this Gobi Desert today.

"You will become a sword, a sharp sword that maintains the lowest bottom line of this world."

Different perspectives converge with each other, and first-hand information from all over the world allows Bai Mo to know how the current situation is developing.

In front of the chessboard of the world, Bai Mo picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

At this time, the turbid water became even more turbid.

　Planting an apple tree
　　
　
(End of this chapter)