Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Thinking of this, Xisa couldn't help but remind him: "What we are going to do next is very dangerous. I am worried that you will get hurt. How about you help us guard this place and prevent us from being isolated and helpless?"

He is indeed a child of Uncle Linde's family.

Although they were of similar age, Qiao Qiao still looked at him with admiration for his junior. After all, his body was already fading, and his mentality had unconsciously changed slightly.

"it does not matter."

Reaching out and grasping Caesar's wrist, Qiao Qiao said gently, "My old bones are still somewhat useful. At least they can help you a lot in battle."

Caesar was about to speak when he noticed the other person's grip on his wrist tighten slightly. Feeling a little displeased, he tried to break free, but he realized the other person's strength was astonishing, and their control of force was incredibly precise. Clearly, they were using a lot of force to fight him, yet he wasn't hurt at all.

Is this guy eighty fucking years old?

Caesar's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously activated the ripples, but he controlled it well and would not hurt the other person's body.

Then, he was shocked to find that the ripples he sent out were like a drop in the ocean, and no sound came back.

How can it be?

As a prodigy of the Bellin family, Caesar began practicing the Ripple Breathing Technique at the age of seven. By the age of twenty-two, he had achieved forty percent somatic transformation and could simultaneously unleash an hour-long wave attack. This was considered the most powerful talent in the history of the Ripple Breathing Technique. Not even Tequila was his match. Therefore, Caesar didn't believe anyone could surpass him in the art of Ripple Breathing.

Seeing that his ripples had no effect at all, Xisa frowned and began to cast more ripples.

Fifteen percent, twenty percent, thirty percent.

The other party still smiled and held his wrist without any movement.

Caesar's right hand began to tremble, and he even began to slightly lower his body, trying to use the most suitable posture for ripple breathing to strengthen the ripple input. But no matter how he cast the ripple, or how he increased the ripple, the opponent was as immovable as a mountain.

It seems that the Fiery Sun Breathing Technique has been lost.

Qiao Qiao sighed deep in her heart.

Yes, he could sense that the other party was using the Ripple Breathing Technique. But he could also sense that this young man named Caesar, like Tequila, was using the Ripple Breathing Technique, not the Fiery Sun Breathing Technique that he himself practiced.

This is different.

"Ripples are the reverberating power of the sun. If you only use ripples as your foundation, your ripples will simply be an extension of your body."

Facing the incredulous Caesar, Qiao Qiao slowly loosened his fingers, leaving only his thumb clamped on the other's right wrist. He looked at the other and said:

"It's like if a person's light source is a flashlight, then his light can only extend within the range of the flashlight. But if his light source is the sun, then his power resonates with the sun, infinite and endless."

Qiao Qiao began practicing the Blazing Sun Breathing Technique. Instantly, in Caesar's eyes, Qiao Qiao became a blazing sun, proudly burning. This wasn't the "warmth" created by the Ripple Breathing Technique. This gentle yet powerful force was nearly boundless, as if the source of power wasn't the body but the ever-present sunlight. Instantly, Caesar felt a surge of fear and loss, as if the sun he'd always held within him had suddenly been obscured by a far more intense radiance.

How can it be···

"Xisa, your ripples are very powerful. I can feel your hard work."

Looking at each other, Qiao Qiao said firmly: "Tequila is also a good child. You are both strong, kind, and possess courage and compassion. You want to save your loved ones and kill vampires, which is the right thing to do."

"It's just that you need to gain more strength to do the right thing."

"On the way, I will teach you my improved Fiery Sun Breathing Technique. In the meantime, you must remember my teacher's name."

"Zhou Li."

"Aa ...

Zhou Li, who was holding a stick inserted into the other person's clothes as a filial piety banner, spat and then raised his head with a strange expression.

Who is scolding me?

Nanbei Lüdong, who was treated as a filial piety envoy, wanted to die.

He couldn't imagine leading an entire army to siege a single individual, only to be swung around by a stick, only to have the enemy not only remain unscathed but even rob everyone in the army. This wasn't just humiliating; it was a catastrophe on par with the "Three Days of Shame" in the Golden Classics, the kind of deed that would be highlighted in a chapter in future history books.

And then I couldn't die.

"It's like this. I'm holding this mourning banner of yours mainly to pay my respects to the gold I lost. But if you can't even point the way, you'll be passed on as a holy relic to others. As for what they use you for, you don't have to worry about it."

Zhou Li reminded gently.

Nanbei Ludong, who originally wanted to point out the wrong way, put his hand away and pointed out the right way after a brief silence.

After learning from the other party that the collapse of the Huiji Bank was caused by the president who started the First Saint War, Zhou Li decided to kick Valentine to death like a stray dog ​​even in another timeline.

It’s not because of my own pawn money.

Of course, Zhou Li had other things to ask Valentine about, like how to get back to his own timeline. He would ask Valentine politely while breaking his spine, frontal bone, parietal bone, occipital bone, ulna, humerus, carpal bones, hip bones, tibia, fibula, and phalanges.

It’s not because of my own pawn money.

Therefore, Zhou Li set out directly, his target being the Grand Presidential Palace established by Valentine on Mount Rushmore. After transforming the United Nations into an empire, Valentine designated the former presidential palace as the headquarters, forbidding anyone from approaching the entire 100-mile radius, including the snowy mountain itself. A high-strength barrier had been erected at the border, forged by the Thirty-Six Heavens and constructed by the School of Truth. Even the ultimate powerhouses could not destroy this defensive barrier.

Outsiders said that this was Valentine strengthening his defense, but people who were familiar with Valentine knew that this was because he was traumatized by Zhou Yun and had developed Zhou phobia.

So the question is, was Zhou Li parading around with the North-South Rhythm in order to attract Valentine's attention and then make a feint to the east and attack in the west, relying on the identity of the North-South Rhythm to break the magic barrier and sneak into the Presidential Palace to assassinate Valentine?

Haha, stop making your brother Zhou laugh.

Standing at the intersection of a small border town, Zhou Li put down the filial piety banner, took down the filial piety banner plug-in North-South Rhythm, and asked, "Is this the Beibing Town?"

Nanbei Ludong raised his head tremblingly, looking at the familiar town in front of him, surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, this is it."

Nanbei Ludong quickly said flatteringly, "Sir, I'll lead the way for you. I'm the Third General. People here don't need to check IDs or state your purpose. We can just pass through and reach the Presidential Palace."

Then, you will die.

A chill ran down my spine.

This town looks like an ordinary one, but in fact, it is home to the empire's most powerful legion - the Presidential Guard.

These guards were equipped with extremely powerful mass firepower and possessed army-level lethality weapons. Furthermore, every one of them was at least Brilliant, including the commander of the guards, General Haki's father, Haki Haki. If this man were to step foot here, the guards would tear him to pieces.

I really did not deceive you, the routes I pointed out to you are all correct.

His heart was filled with malice, but on the surface he disguised himself perfectly. Nanbei Lvdong straightened his clothes and calmly led Zhou Li to the sentry post. Facing the salute from the sentry, Nanbei Lvdong reached out and suppressed it, saying in a deep voice, "The gentleman behind me and I are meeting the president on a secret mission. Keep it secret. We will arrange our own accommodations."

"clear."

The soldiers on guard had no objections, and they showed no reaction to the strangers behind Nanbei Ludong. The other party was the Third General, incredibly powerful and extremely loyal to the President. If they questioned his identity, they would likely be voluntarily sent away for breathing for more than three seconds.

There was nothing unusual about Nanbei Ludong's progress through the sentries, and his words didn't carry any other meaning. He simply calmly led Zhou Li through the sentries one after another, and then into the town.

"My lord, we'd better stay in an inconspicuous hotel."

Of course, Nanbei Ludong could have shouted "Haki, save me!" right now, but the price would have been his own death at the hands of the enemy. He had selfish motives; at least he wanted to survive. So, he planned to play along with Zhou Li, taking advantage of the enemy's downtime to quickly escape, and then have General Haki surround the man.

“Can’t go to the Presidential Palace now?”

Zhou Li asked curiously.

"The Istana only receives visitors on the Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. It's closed the rest of the time. We have to wait until tomorrow. Even I can't visit right now."

North-South Rhythm gave a wry smile and explained.

"Then you decide."

Zhou Li said nonchalantly, "Don't forget to find me a private bathroom. I need to take a shower."

?

The North-South Rhythm suddenly trembled in fear.

"Do you want to run?"

Zhou Li suddenly asked.

"Of course not."

The two spoke in low voices, barely audible to passersby. Nanbei Ludong lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "I dare not."

"It's okay, run if you want."

Zhou Li patted his shoulder and said, "Take me to the hotel first, then you can run away if you want. I won't stop you."

I don't believe in the rhythm of the north and south at all.

Damn it, if you don’t stop me, even killing me is not stopping me.

Knowing what was going on, Nanbei Ludong had no intention of escaping. The only thing he had to do now was to use high technology to paralyze the man and secretly transmit signals.

At this moment, outside the small town under the setting sun, a furtive figure was hiding in the bushes, with a solemn expression on the beautiful face.

Oh shit.

Bai Dongdong looked at the densely packed magic network nodes in front of him and complained in his heart.

It's been fifty or sixty years, why is SPW still using the old safety lock?

Chapter 320 Hakimi (Two in One)

Sitting cross-legged in the grass, a faint herbal fragrance emanated from his body, driving away the snakes, ants, and mosquitoes around him. Bai Dongdong looked at the pages of the magic book in his hand, which was constantly calculating data, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but more of contemplation.

It can not be.

Bai Dongdong looked at the familiar magic network structure and the almost unchanged wetware code, frowning and looking much more serious.

There is absolutely no change.

There is no progress, nor regression. The few changes are just some meaningless patches, and even the update records are just a bunch of "maintenance records" of standard procedures.

It shouldn't be.

If this place is really sixty years later, it means that SPW has never upgraded the magic network in the past sixty years, nor has it purchased any new magic network wetware. Hardware maintenance is limited to repairing broken ones rather than updating to a new generation of hardware.

The degree of unreasonableness made Bai Dongdong feel absurd from the bottom of his heart. Unless the SPW Empire was so poor that it couldn't even afford to update the magic network in the past sixty years, otherwise this would be a complete "paradox".

The Magic Web isn't a mobile phone; it can be used even without updates. More precisely, it's a man-made network based on "magic pulses," whereas magic pulses are a natural phenomenon. Specifically, the magic pulse is like an infinitely extending underground river of boundless magic, hidden deep within the world's crust. The Magic Web, on the other hand, is a network of countless artificially created lines inserted into this underground river, forming a web-like structure. It then uses the magic resonating from the magic pulses to create various things.

That's the problem.

A nation as vast as the SPW Empire couldn't possibly avoid updating its Ley Line. Once Ley Line technology developed, it would spread from the source. Even if other nations didn't want to pay the high price of a full upgrade, they would still have to upgrade their basic wetware hardware.

But the problem is that there is no sign of any update to SPW Empire.

This meant that in sixty years, the magic network technology had not been updated at all. Not only the three basic elements of speed, magnitude, and frequency, but even some of the smaller functions had not been updated.

Technology is locked down.

Bai Dongdong's expression was particularly solemn. The School of Truth was only one of the many branches of the Magic Net, but it was undoubtedly the driving force behind Magic Net technology. If Magic Net technology hadn't advanced in the past sixty years, it was doubtful whether the School of Truth could survive.

But that's not the scariest thing.