Dark Moon Era

"Get together."

"what!"

The hot sun is shining straight on the huge training ground, the temperature has reached 57 degrees, and this is not the hottest summer.

But this is normal. The weather in Iron Blood City needs to use the richest imagination to adapt.

The teenagers of the Spark team have been here for almost two years. Undoubtedly, they have enough imagination for the climate here.

It is a standard armor with special coating that can change color according to the environment.

Weighing up to three hundred kilograms, it can quickly become a compound bow, a spear, a double knife, or even the latest weapon of the climbing tool, the volley gun, according to different fighting methods.

At this time, it becomes the help of this high temperature.

Think about it. At this temperature, wearing a metal pimple, the accumulated heat, if it is worn by ordinary people before the civilization, is it likely to be cooked?

Although this volley gun is a good thing, the weight of 300 kilograms is not a burden for everyone, but at such a temperature, it must be held for forty minutes for a long time, even the slight angle of the gun tip There can be no change at all, it is definitely torture.

But this is not worth complaining about. Extreme training was originally the regular training of the Spark team. If you can’t get through this, can you deserve to have a number here?

As for the standard armor and the volley gun, it can not be regarded as a burden. In fact, the equipment of the Starfire team should be regarded as the best in the entire steel blood city.

No matter whether it is this type of armor or a volley gun, it is the latest weapon in the Iron Blood City. It is said that it was designed by a mysterious genius boy. Because of the material funding problem, it is now only equipped with the Spark Team.

How good is this armor and volley gun, only the members of the Spark team have the most say.

It's just that in the current training, there will inevitably be players whispering, why the upper layer of Iron Blood City does not open the remaining functions of this armor and volley gun?

Well, the remaining functions of the volley gun are just that. It also feels rather tasteless and weird...

After all, the members of the Spark team have standard military food when they are in action, and they are not keen on turning weapons into cooking utensils when necessary.

It is said that the design of this function was the feeling of the talented young man. Since it's about feelings, it's hard to judge...

But this standard armor, named "Lingyun Armor", will have a temperature adjustment function as long as it is equipped with a small universal stone, why not use it?

Especially at such temperatures!

The upper level of Steel Blood City probably will not respond to these questions, but there are rumors that these functions are not open, it is intentional. Because a general said-fighting, not enjoyment!

"Suck", Sasa took a breath, abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to concentrate.

With the sound of gathering gas all over the training ground, something like a wooden pile rose in front of everyone.

But this is just like a wooden pile. In fact, this thing is the steel blood city invested a lot of money, using the most powerful memory metal in the Ziyue era, combined with a top-secret technology, especially for the third-order or above Ziyue fighters. Training pile.

Why can Spark Team be used? This reason is no longer necessary.

"Full strength-one blow!" The instructor's voice echoed again on the training ground.

"Roar!" All the members of the Spark team made a neat cries, and the volley gun in his hand smashed hard towards the training pile in front of him.

The volley gun has a certain elasticity. This smashing also contains great skills. It is not the use of brute force, but the use of cleverness to make the elastic volley gun oscillate at high speed, and then use this shock. Work with your own strength to hit the training pile in front of you.

It is said that this is a set of gun skills developed by the Iron and Steel Blood City based on the gun skills passed down from ancient China.

As long as everyone on the battlefield knows, in the face of the impact of ‘thousands of troops’, heavy weapons are best used, at least to ensure that the output is effective.

However, the disadvantage of heavy weapons is that long-term use will cause a waste of power. Under the trade-off, moderate-weight spears have become the first choice. Gun skills must be mastered by every member of the Spark team.

Under one blow, the training pile in front of Sharsha split, and the crack spread all the way from the top, reaching a third of the entire training pile.

Seeing this result, Sharsa sighed slightly.

But he couldn't allow him to think too much, the instructor's voice echoed again on the training ground: "Full strength-second blow!"

The posture of everyone holding a gun has changed again, this time into a training pile full of piercing eyes.

"Full strength-three strikes."

"Four hits."

....

The instructor's voice is like a drum on the battlefield, one after another, urging all the players, not giving people a chance to breathe.

No player dared to neglect. The performance of each week's gun skills training will be recorded, which will affect many things in the next week.

The extremely physical standard 21 strokes were completed in just three minutes, and the hugely expensive training pile was magically restored as before, and then retracted into the ground again.

At the same time, a projection appeared in front of the team, with many names densely arranged on it.

There is no doubt that Liszt's name is still first.

After staying in the rankings for five minutes, after everyone saw their rankings clearly, Liszt appeared again in the projection.

As the first, according to the usual practice, it will play a picture when he is training gun skills.

This is glory.

For soldiers, is the most important thing is glory? The young people present have entered the Spark Team for two years, destined to change from being a teenager to a young man here, and the concept of military glory has already been implanted in their hearts.

Shasa’s eyes shone with light, Liszt’s every shot in the picture was so powerful, he could only destroy a third of the training pile with his best efforts, and under Liszt’s gun, the destruction was direct and thorough .

"Every time is better than once, it seems that Liszt's training pile will be upgraded again." Sha Sa's face was full of worship, and everyone tried to catch up with Liszt's footsteps, and used a level 2 training pile. , But who can think of Liszt once again to throw everyone away with strength?

Of course, this time the training did not have the guy Han Xing, I do not know what kind of results he will be? Maybe a three-level training pile can also be used?

Even if he is very uncomfortable with him, he must admit that this guy is Liszt's biggest opponent and has some abilities to fight against Liszt!

Fortunately, the guy was imprisoned, and for a period of fifteen days, together with his annoying players, he was also imprisoned for seven days...

Thinking of this, Shasa was inexplicably happy, even though he and Han Xing did not have any personal grievances, just because Han Xing was an opponent of Liszt, he inexplicably rejected Han Xing.

But it's not difficult to understand, that's the way the dog licks his mind. It seems that the more he grinned at Han Xing's teeth, the more Liszt could look at him.

"Remove the column." The list of Liszt's gun skills training soon finished, and today's three-hour physical limit training also ended.

After unpacking and dissolving in place, the boys finally ushered in the most relaxing evening of the day.

There is one hour of free time before meals.

The loud noise and the laughter sounded instantly in the whole training field. The disbanded teenagers quickly assembled into small groups according to the distance of the relationship. They began to enjoy the most precious time of the day.

Undoubtedly, there are the most people around Liszt.

It took a long time for Sasa to squeeze into the center of the crowd. He did not have the courage to talk directly with Liszt, but looked at Genk with a pleased smile: "Brother Genk, I will go to the cafeteria to account for you now. seat?"

The Spark team gathered a total of 3,000 top talented teenagers, but the abomination is that the canteen prepared for the teenagers has only 1,000 seats.

That is to say, the meal will be divided into three batches. Although the meals arranged are not essentially different in quality, the meat is mainly first-class beast meat, and the drinking water is second-class drinking water, which is also combined with various fruits and vegetables. The miscellaneous grains, although not extravagant enough to use fierce plants as materials, are also of the kind that are full of energy.

But the difference in taste is large.

The first batch will be the delicious dishes made by chefs who are good at cooking while keeping nutritional energy.

The second batch, made by ordinary cooks, cannot talk about what is delicious or not.

As for the third batch, it is handled in accordance with military food. The meat of the beasts will be directly served with dried meat, and the mixed grains of vegetables and fruits will not be processed.

Genius teenagers complained about this arrangement at first, but only a few days later they found that complaining had no effect, because this kind of hidden competition is everywhere, including the sleeping bed.

After all, geniuses cannot be treated in the same way as ordinary troops. In their growth period, competition is the most important thing. When the natural selection and the selection of a few top leaders will naturally condense into a team, a team Terrible team!

It is precisely because of this rule that Shasa has such a pleasing opportunity. In addition, he can also benefit from being the right to get the first batch of meals.

After all, in the name of occupying the seat for Liszt, except for the team of Han Xing, who would be so ignorant to grab it?

Moreover, Han Xing is still being confined!

Sha Sa's flattering smile became more and more humble, he thought it was a signal that even the upper level of the Iron Blood City was also biased towards Liszt.

But Shasa, Liszt ignored.

With a friendly smile, he was naturally talking to the captain of the second team? It's just that this smile is strange in the eyes of some teenagers every time it is seen, because of the arc of this smile, the smile feels like Tang Ling's smile on the last day.

Why did Liszt imitate? Or did he not even realize he was imitating?

But nobody reminded Liszt about this. The situation is better than others. Isn’t it obvious that Liss was offended?

Genk stood next to Liszt, looking at Shasha, and holding back the disgust in his heart, said politely and indifferently: "Then trouble you, we may be late."

"It doesn't matter if it's too late." Sasa took a very excited sentence, turned around and squeezed out the crowd, and ran towards the cafeteria.

This also means that in the next hour, precious free time, Sasa will sit in the cafeteria like a fool.

But what does it matter? There are too many people who want to occupy a seat for Liszt. Such opportunities are rare....

Looking at the back of Shasa, Genk finally couldn't help but show a trace of disgust in his eyes. With Liszt's strong rise in the past two years, especially after establishing his status as the first boy genius on the road to the God of War , Around him, more and more such villains.

Everyone knows that such a villain is not reliable. If Liszt loses his power, they will turn their faces faster than they turn books.

But Liszt didn't care.

"A king needs to rise, whether it is genuine or fake, as long as he can get consistent support."

"And with more support, the road to the king is gradually formed."

Of course, Liszt makes sense, and becoming a king is Liszt’s greatest wish in life, and Genk will naturally help Liszt to maintain it.

Even with this ambition, he was almost strangled by Tang Ling. But God seems to be helping Liszt... Tang Ling is dead, and the resurgent ambition naturally burns more vigorously.

Isn't it a good thing just to show off such prematureness without concealment? Genk was really thinking about Liszt, frowning when he thought about it.

"What are you thinking?" At this point, Liszt's voice interrupted Genk's thinking.

"It's nothing. It was too noisy just now." Genk didn't say what he thought. Now Liszt doesn't necessarily listen to these words calmly, even for him.

"It doesn't matter, the annoying flies have gone." Liszt took out his ears indifferently.

As long as he showed a trace of impatience, these flies would fly away consciously, and he enjoyed this feeling very much.

This should be the king's control?

Sure enough, the group of people who had been around Liszt had dispersed. Only the genius teenagers who came out of the hero family followed Liszt at a distance of more than ten meters.

And the only person who is qualified to walk side by side with Liszt is inseparable, and everyone knows that there is only Genk.

"Where are we going?" Genk asked naturally. According to the convention, Liszt will not waste any one minute. He wants to use every minute to become strong. Few people know that if it is not necessary There is no so-called free rest for an hour.

Although these days, he seems to be arrogant, but he has not lost his reason and his wisdom.

But the content of Liszt to practice is different every day. In view of this, Genk will have this question.

Facing Genk's problems, Liszt smiled, and he walked forward quickly, and Genk quickly followed.

"Today, some unexpected want to rest." Liszt said so.

"Then go to the bath?" Genk replied casually. The bath is indeed the favorite place for the boys of the Spark team.

There is a natural hot spring that can relieve fatigue, restore physical strength, and have an accelerated recovery effect on injuries.

In addition to that, it is also equipped with the sweat of the pre-civilization, and there is also an entertainment room, which can let the teenagers enjoy some pre-civilized entertainment, such as game consoles, chess and cards, and some ball games.

"What's the point there? It's a meaningless waste of time." Liszt was not satisfied with Genk's answer and raised his eyebrows.

"So?" Genk already had an answer in his heart, but he didn't want to say it.

"Let's visit an old friend." Liszt laughed. Han Xing had been imprisoned for seven days. Before that, he had been busy. Isn't it rude to have no time to visit this old friend?

"I want to go to the library." Genk frowned slightly, obviously he had no interest in visiting his old friends.

"Why? Are you dissatisfied with my approach?" Liszt was upset.

"I don't care, just with your current strength, there is really no need to suppress him in this way." Genk said more directly, only he dare to talk to Liszt like this.

But even for Genk, Liszt still showed dissatisfaction, and remained silent for a while before saying: "Genk, can you put away your senseless kindness? A king is not a fool who only shows muscles, he Must understand the tricks, is it wrong to exercise yourself on a stumbling block?"

Should it be right? Genk couldn't say any rebuttal words, he could only say: "You are right, but I really have no interest in facing Han Xing. With this time, I prefer to go to the library."

There was anger in Liszt's eyes, but he looked at Genk's green eyes, but he calmed down again.

He knew that Genk would not betray himself, and as a king, he must allow a small piece of softness in his heart and leave it to such a few trusted people.

"Well, you go." Liszt suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Genk nodded and turned around.

At this time, Liszt stopped Genk: "Wait a minute, take a moment and contact a flying dragon."

"Well." Genk nodded and left.

Flying dragon has undoubtedly become an important piece of Liszt's entire game. Although Liszt did not value flying dragon very much at first, and he always had a thorn in his heart, flying dragon once had inexplicable involvement with Tang Ling.

Fortunately, Tang Ling is already dead, no matter what was involved in his lifetime, it will disappear with Tang Ling's death.

Otherwise, Liszt will really have a headache now that the flying dragon has realized such a huge potential, because he will not be able to put too much trust in the flying dragon.

Fortunately, God was really partial to help himself. Tang Ling died, and many problems seemed to be solved, and his life became smooth.

Perhaps Tang Ling's appearance is a test of himself! Moreover, it is also a wake-up call to stay awake at all times. The road to the king will never be smooth.

Han Xing licked some dry lips and sat on the ground with his knees bent.

The room he was in was not small, about seven or eight squares, but there was always a blue light around him around him.

The range of blue light is limited, and within this limited range, Han Xing is not standing upright, lying flat, and can't even fully stretch even sitting.

This is the so-called confinement room. People must stay in an oppressive attitude at any time. In the Purple Moon era, ordinary houses can no longer contain the evolving humans, let alone the Purple Moon warriors?

So, this confinement blue light appeared.

Han Xing smiled bitterly and really admired that Steel Blood City would also devote such effort to such punishment and devise such a tormenting thing.

In addition to being extremely oppressive, Han Xing will be flogged ten times every three hours.

Don't doubt that the power of this flogging can definitely bring some damage to Han Xing, who is already a third-order purple moon warrior. Of course, this damage is not too big. With the self-healing ability of Han Xing, it will recover quickly, but the pain of the flesh is Is inevitable.

What is more terrible is that this blue light will block the light source, and others can clearly see Han Xing, but Han Xing is in this blue light, and only sees a piece of darkness.

In short, no matter how advanced this punishment technology is, it is actually born out of the former civilized confinement room.

However, there are very few people who can stay in the confinement room of the pre-civilization for seven days, and more than seven days will torture people into neuropathy.

This is still the case without whipping.

"Hone your will." Han Xing was detained by Li Lie. Before leaving, Li Lie meaningfully said such a word to Han Xing.

And this sentence, and the time for the release of the blue light of 30 minutes every day, became the motivation for Han Xing to persist.

After all, Steel Blood City is still worried about these talented teenagers, leaving 30 minutes for the release time, for fear of accidents.

"Is today's free time coming?" Han Xing's uniform has been worn out, undoubtedly caused by lashes.

But in addition to being able to wear one body to maintain the dignity it deserves, it is impossible to bring anything in confinement, not even a timer.

Han Xing is not Tang Ling. Without precise instinct, he can only estimate time in the dark.

‘Click’, footsteps move from far to near.

Originally hearing the sound of footsteps, Han Xing was somewhat happy.

Thirty minutes of free time, someone will bring food and water, Han Xing needs to solve all problems in these thirty minutes...

In any case, the sound of footsteps means that free time is coming.

But as the footsteps approached, Han Xing's face changed and became angry.

Because he heard it, the footsteps were Liszt.

It's ironic that they are unreconcilable enemies, yet they are so familiar that they can't even hear the other's footsteps.

The visitor is Liszt. As the first and most outstanding Starfire soldier of the year, he has many privileges, including coming to the confinement room. The Iron and Blood City is so realistic.

Looking at Han Xing wrapped in blue light, Liszt's lips raised a mocking smile, and there was a trace of hatred in his eyes that could not be suppressed.

There is no way to think of Han Ling when he sees Han Xing, and the humiliation and uneasiness that Tang Ling gave himself.

"I envy you, at least there is no danger in staying here." Liszt said in a mocking tone.

With the opening of Liszt, the darkness in front of Han Xing disappeared, and the blue light surrounding him also turned into a light spot, gathering above Han Xing's head.

"I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that you would be so mean that even thirty minutes of free time would mess up. Are you really so worried about me?" Han Xing looked up, the sudden light made his eyes discomfort, he He blocked the light and narrowed his eyes, but even so, he wanted to satire Liszt.

The rules will not change, and 30 minutes of free time per day will not increase due to any special circumstances.

Liszt came to ‘visit’ him, and the time he spent was counted as free time, and with Liszt’s privileges, he could visit Han Xing for 20 minutes.

Only leave Han Xing ten minutes of free time.

"Worry you?" Facing Han Xing's sarcasm, Liszt didn't care at all, but instead felt very funny.

"You should make sure that only the dead Tang Ling will make me have three points of concern. As for you, what is the qualification?" Liszt deliberately bitten the sound of the word "dead" very hard, and then gently I sorted out the collar and it looks very leisurely.

Han Xing stood up, originally wanting to move his stiff body, but when he heard the five characters of Tang Ling who died, his movement obviously had a pause, and his expression became angry.

But soon, Han Xing recovered.

Two and a half years later, he was about to accept this fact, and the confrontation with Liszt became the norm. He hadn’t been as susceptible to this thing as it was at first, and he became angry.

Perhaps it was Han Xing’s indifferent performance that made Liszt uninterested. He began to walk back and forth in front of the iron fence of this confinement room: “Yes, what are your qualifications? A small trick can get you hooked.”

"How does it feel to lie in the snow for three days and three nights?"

Han Xing moved his body in silence. He did not want to waste his precious free time because of a person like Liszt.

"I don't think it matters to you? After all, you are a rash cow. Although you don't have a brain, you have muscle."

Han Xing took a deep breath and ignored Liszt at all.

"But I think it doesn't matter to you, but what about your teammates? Being troubled by a captain like you, not only spent three days and three nights with you wasting time in the snow, but was also imprisoned for seven days."

"Actually for us now, UU reading www.uukanshu.com One minute of time is precious. After all, is there a better growth period than this stage? You waste your teammates ten days. It is because Your stupidity." Liszt said very lightly.

But Han Xing has stopped all movements, his eyes blazed with rage, and stared at Liszt.

Liszt didn't care, and continued: "Can't refute, right? And you shouldn't care, anyway, your teammates have been beaten because of you, and it's not a one-time problem. It's not me who is suppressing you. secret..."

Speaking of which, Liszt paused, shook his head, and then whispered to Han Xing: "But, what can you do? It has been enough to be rubbed in the mud all the time, and it has to involve others. No Tang Ling. , You are a dog, I don’t lie to you."

"Shut up!" Han Xing was completely angry, and rushed to the iron fence, trying to grab Liszt's shirt.

But Liszt took a step back in time to avoid Han Xing. Han Xing, who was angered, yanked the iron fence in front of him, which could not stop him.

Looking at this scene, Liszt's eyes were full of sneers.