The Earth People are so Fierce

Getting along day and night for half a year, he has grasped Lei Zongchao's temper.

This former "War God" hated that others regarded him as a supreme powerhouse, and bowed his head to his ears and respected him.

Rather, I hope that everyone can forget his identity, at most, treat him as a veteran who has been disarmed and returned to the field, or an old teacher who has been a preacher for a lifetime and has been able to use his remaining heat.

Of course, Meng Chao really felt sorry for the old man's body.

No one knows better than him how weak the current "War God" Lei Zongchao is.

When Meng Chao had a deep understanding of the large and small battles and traumas he had experienced over the decades, he discovered that such traumas rested on others, enough to crush ten strong gods.

Lei Zongchao knew that there was not much time. Instead of meticulous care, he dragged the body that was falling apart. He became more and more desperate to practice and work. He spared no effort to infuse his life experience, effort and strength into Meng Chao, the people in the Martial God Temple, Inside the children of Longcheng.

It was as if he wanted to release the last light and heat before the fire of his life was completely extinguished, and illuminate the path of more latecomers.

"Meng Chao, you just came back, look at my newly developed martial arts!"

Lei Zong adjusted his breath evenly and pushed Meng Chao away, putting on a very stiff and weird posture.

One stroke, like a robot doing radio gymnastics.

Although he didn't fall this time, the feeling of hemiplegia became stronger.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Meng Chao was a little dumbfounded.

"Mechanical martial arts."

Lei Zongchao seriously said, "In the past six months, the Red Dragon Army, the hunters, and the colonizers have hunted and killed the remnants of the monsters in the depths of the Monster Mountain Range. , More people are injured and disabled, right?"

"Yes." Meng Chao's expression was a little sad.

Although the war in the past six months can be described as "destructive and decayed, it is as powerful as a bamboo," and it is a hundred times smoother than the end of the monster war in the previous life.

But there is no undead in war.

Especially in the depths of the monster mountain range where the roads are rugged, the air is hot and humid, snakes, insects, rats and ants are everywhere, the interference of the psychic magnetism is very strong, and the iron torrent is difficult to unfold.

Even if humans are in control of absolute air supremacy, they can use all guns to open the way, and even burn the tops of hills to scorched earth.

After all, the number of casualties cannot be prevented from rising.

Every inch of mountain and river, every inch of blood.

Every inch of living space in Dragon City was exchanged for the blood of martyrs.

"The victims have fallen asleep, but the soldiers who survived, suffered serious injuries and lost part of their limbs, may not be willing to withdraw from the battlefield forever. Many people still want to continue fighting after they have been replanted with mechanical prostheses."

Lei Zongchao explained, "Compared with the original flesh and blood limbs of human beings, the materials of mechanical prostheses can be infinitely strengthened, and they can also be equipped with various combat modules. They have hundreds of different uses and are very powerful weapons.

"However, the current analog neurocurrent technology and human-computer interaction technology are still not capable of manipulating mechanical prosthetic limbs by the brain, and it can be improved to the level of'like an arm making a finger'.

"On the other hand, there are no spiritual veins on mechanical prostheses, which means that mechanical prostheses cannot construct a spiritual magnetic force field and perform all kinds of marvelous arts and skills, and they cannot exert the strongest force of the extraordinary.

"Many martial artists with extraordinary skills have suffered serious injuries and lost some limbs. Even if they are replaced with powerful mechanical prostheses, they often cannot continue the original path of martial artists. They can only become full-time ‘gunners’ or ‘mechanics’.

"Even if you are still a warrior, you can only take the path of'Gun Dou Liu' or'Mecha Flow', and the combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.

"With the continuous escalation of the scale of the war, seeing more and more disabled people in the circle of transcendents, I wondered how to develop a'mechanical martial art', to give out a brand new one for transcendents equipped with mechanical prostheses. path of."

That's it.

Lei Zongchao did not practice for himself.

Rather, it took great pains to create a new martial art for the wounded and disabled extraordinary.

Meng Chao was in awe again.

"Don't talk about this yet."

Lei Zongchao practiced two more tricks. It seemed that he encountered joints that he hadn't figured out clearly for the time being. He waved his hand, sat down on the edge of the super-giant medical cabin, looked at Meng Chao, and said with a smile: "How about your sister's report? Is things going well?"

"It went well."

Meng Chao said, "Anyway, it's much better than me."

"I heard that Wang Dao's little guy has kept the record of'climbing the ladder' for several years, but it was broken by your sister 20 seconds earlier!"

Lei Zongchao smiled and said, "When she is on winter vacation, if you have time, you can bring it here, and discuss with the guys outside and kill them, lest they think that the'War God Temple' is so great all day long!"

This is what the "War God" means to give instructions to Bai Jiacao himself.

Meng Chao was overjoyed and hurriedly expressed his gratitude on behalf of his sister.

"Yes, even if it's not your sister, any son of Dragon City who can break the record of kingly way is worthy of my bad old man to help her."

Lei Zongchao continued to ask, "Also I asked you to give it to the children in Chaocheng, have all the data chips for getting started in martial arts delivered?"

"I have delivered it. I promise that there will be a lot of children under the age of sixteen in the entire nest city."

Speaking of this matter, Meng Chao couldn’t help but want to complain, “Master Lei, you said you want to lighten the way of martial arts for the children in Chaocheng. This is of course a good thing, but you are based on their malnutrition or even abnormal development. Physical condition, it took a full three months to polish seven sets of basic training methods. It has been exhausted and painstaking. Why should every data chip be autographed?

"Well, even in order to encourage the children, signing the name of'War God' by hand is enough to witness your ardent expectations.

"But you also asked me for a list of all the children in Chaocheng, and wrote down each child's name by hand, as well as a different message for everyone, and wrote it all day and night.

"Are you not ignorant of your physical condition, is it necessary to do this step?"

"Since you have to do it, of course you have to do it to the extreme, otherwise you can put the training materials and videos on the Internet and let the children download them by themselves. Why bother you to go for a trip?"

Lei Zongchao smiled first, and then sighed, "Chao City is so smoggy, and many children grow up in a mixed, deformed and ugly environment. This matter is the responsibility of the Golden Marriott, and the responsibility of the nine super companies. I There are also great responsibilities.

"The past cannot be changed. I just hope that at the end of my life, I will try my best to correct all the mistakes I have made over the past few decades.

"Just a signature is not enough to show my sincerity, and it is not enough to let these children who have been neglected realize their unique value.

"Meng Chao, you have just left your teenage years. I ask you, if you go back ten years, you will receive my autographed cultivation chip with a solemn sentence written on it,'Meng Chao, come on, I saw you The cultivation potential', what is your mood?"

Meng Chao thought for a while, and said: "I must jump up with joy, hit a hole in the ceiling of our house, and then practice hard, never let down your expectations, even if no matter how hard and tired, I want to be lazy again. The personal message will be resurrected in minutes!"

"That's it. In fact, people are almost the same. Everyone carries the same head on two shoulders. No one has three heads and six arms in the womb. How can a talent for cultivation be different?

Lei Zong Chaodao said, "Everyone has talent. It all depends on how to inspire. Just one of my signatures may be able to inspire 50% of the talents of the children in Nest City, but add each child's name and The different words of gifts made the children feel that I know each of them, and I made a special trip to polish these basic exercises for each of them. This unique treatment may be able to inspire 120% of their cultivation talents. ?

"In the entire nest city, with so many children, as long as there are ten or eight that stimulate 120% of the cultivation talent, my hard work all day and night will not be in vain, don't you think?"

Only then did Meng Chao understand Lei Zongchao's good intentions.

Can not help but admire the former "War God" more and more.

Thinking of the dialogue between myself and Su Mulian again.

Secretly said in her heart: "If Ms. Mulian can really help'War God' to extend the life span of five to ten years, let him take charge of the overall situation of Dragon City, and gather all the forces including the nine super enterprises, this will be invincible. Iron Fist will definitely crush the end!"

Lei Zongchao was chatting while thinking, as if he had figured out the blocked joints just now, stood up again, assumed a stiff posture, and developed his "mechanical martial arts".

Seeing the appearance of his hemiplegia, knowing that it is not true, Meng Chao couldn't help but said: "Master Lei, you need to rest!"

"The last thing I need is rest."

Lei Zongchao gestured and smiled and said, "Anyway, it won't be long before I can rest forever. Why should I rush for a while?"

Meng Chao was speechless.

I also know that this seemingly relaxed and easy-going old man, stubbornly, can't hold back the nine doomsday beasts.

He could only use his own methods to reduce Lei Zongchao's workload.

"Master Lei, if you really want to develop a brand new martial art for the disabled with mechanical prostheses, I have some immature ideas here."

Meng Chao gestured a weird starting position, and said, "You lie back in the medical cabin first. How about me?"

His limbs are all moving in the opposite direction.

The whole body joints made a "crack" pop.

Not as rigid as a zombie, but jumping up and down like a puppet.

This is certainly not his own trick.

But he recalled deep in his brain, in the memory fragments of previous lives, those skeleton soldiers summoned by necromancers and liches, the usual routines.