My Time Travel Phone

In the dark clouds, the cold wind swept through, just like the end.

A hole appeared in the dark clouds, and a star dragging fire flickered away.

Without the slow-motion used in movies, the flashes burst through the clouds in an instant! But Anyang could still see something in the firelight, a metal object.

After a long time, the muffled noise slowly came from afar.

"Are you coming again?"

"But this time there are so few ..."

Faced with this vision, Anyang actually did not panic, frowning and thinking for a while, and felt wrong, and then knocked on the desktop.

A sky soldier stepped into the meteor immediately.

"General!"

"Huh." Anyang nodded and pointed at the rain curtain just outside the window. "Did you see it?"

"Saw."

"A bit strange this time."

"The City Guards have already dealt with it, and we don't know the result yet, but if there is only one, even if it falls outside the Silver Moon City mask, it will not pose a threat to us."

"Ok."

Anyang nodded, then lowered his head to pick up the pen.

A few days ago, he worked hard to finally plan the empire's power system and set up a preliminary framework. The basic decree can be handed over to these people to complete. Even the troublesome decree needs this new organization to come down to the place, but only requires his personal supervision.

What he is now worrying about is the future culturalism of the empire, and he is also planning to personally plan it out.

But this is not so simple that a decree issued to stipulate what the people should do and how officials should implement it is far from what people usually see.

Even people in a kind of culturalism do not know what motivates themselves to develop a certain behavior habit, way of thinking, or when faced with choices, they naturally prefer one party to the other.

This is the power of culture. It determines whether you are an Oriental or a Westerner than genetics, and whether you are Chinese or Japanese than the blood, and it is potential.

Even if Anyang now far exceeds the brain power of ordinary people, even if he has the culture left by the original temple as a blueprint, he wants to personally transform a cultural system and let this culture take root in the empire in a hand-pushing way. Or to complete the result of hundreds of years of natural evolution of many civilizations within ten years, it is still a big challenge!

He could not forcefully stipulate, because it may trigger a rebound, which is not something that the army can suppress.

He can only use various means to guide, slowly form, shape, and secretly cultivate intentionally.

For example, this land has lacked thousands of years of ideological education and religious culture, as well as the obvious bias of reward and punishment in the emerging imperial laws, as well as some related ordinances, and even a speech by a person of great esteem ...

Numerous investigations, facts, and studies have shown that any culture and habit has its causes. Whether it is reasonable or unreasonable, there must be a reason.

Existence is reasonable, but it is not just talk.

Even if a super junk system or culturalism is necessarily required by a certain period, or caused by an inevitable event of a certain period, the reason why it is garbage is just because it is no longer applicable to the existing era.

This theory provides many references for Anyang.

For example, most scholars believe that China ’s sense of music culture stems from the theory of “Quality”, while the western sense of guilt culture is closely related to Christian dogma. Even the shame culture that is popular in China and Japan also comes from Confucian education, such The teachings of famous scriptures such as The Analects of Confucius and Mencius.

But they have all evolved over many years, through historical hardening and the impact of generation after generation, and military conflicts or ideological conflicts.

Anyang brought in a group of educators, anthropologists, and ideologists in the apocalyptic world, supplemented by historians, political and legal scholars, and has been studying for more than half a month.

At this time, Tianbing, who had been standing next to him, looked down at his watch and suddenly raised his head solemnly.

"General, the result was sent back!"

"Huh?" Anyang looked at him, and he brushed off the ideas he just wrote before putting down the pen. "Anything special?"

The handsome Heavenly Soldier solemnly said: "That's not the mechanical creatures and the mother nest of mechanical creatures dropped on the resource star, but it seems to be the dormant warehouse left by the temple thousands of years ago!"

"What!" Anyang stood up suddenly.

Sky Soldier lowered his head.

"Take me over!" Anyang said immediately.

"Yes, general!"

Tianbing began to walk outside the door, and Anyang also took off a coat on the side wall and quickly followed.

On the huge flying port protruding from the castle, several black mechas around two and a half meters rose lightly into the sky, with a light blue tail flame, and soon disappeared into the sky.

The dark clouds and raindrops perfectly concealed the smoky black smoke guarding the shadow mech.

"Suddenly ..."

The mech fell lightly on the ground.

Clicks.

The black streamlined mech shoulders suddenly ejected two small electromagnetic pulse guns, and the laser transmitter on the right arm was also ejected. With a snort, a 150-special laser sword also landed on the ground out of thin air, just like a pair of preparations attitude.

The rain dripped, hitting the matte black alloy armor of the mech without splashing any water.

Then a cluster of black smoke descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the shadow mecha.

"General!"

There was a shout from the mech standing at the scene.

"Well." Anyang nodded and looked forward.

He waved his hand, let the shadow mech release its combat readiness, and snapped his fingers again. A thin protective cover appeared above his head, and all raindrops automatically spread out above him.

The front was suddenly hit by a huge metal object into a deep pit, at least a thousand meters square, like a meteorite falling on the ground, or as if it was bombed by Doomsday Havoc. The road to the outside world that was only repaired by Yinyue City was completely obliterated, and the trees and forests were all gone. Anyang remembered that it was a gravel pile before, but it is now gone.

The raindrops made a snorting noise from time to time in this scorched earth, and white smoke came out, which was a bit unpleasant.

"go!"

Anyang said, walking towards the distance.

The ground was still hot, but he didn't seem to feel it. The mecha guards didn't even care, and walked behind him, walking toward the metal object.

There are already a lot of people in Silvermoon City.

Dozens of ruling mechas are not large, but they are particularly conspicuous. In addition, many trial mechas block the road.

An Qi in a silver-white combat uniform stood in front of the metal object and waited, staring at the metal object to be enchanted. There was also a half-human figure beside her, and it was a little fox.

These soldiers soon discovered the arrival of Anyang, and turned around to perform a gift: "General!"

Anyang nodded and glanced at Xiao Chan again: "Why are you here?"

Xiao Chan stepped back weakly, but accidentally touched a hot metal object, and withdrew his hand like lightning, only to promise: "I ... I'm right here."

Anyang twitched his lips.

An Qi is estimated to have arrived, and her mech is still standing beside. And the people in front of the feedback result is that it is not unreasonable to say that this huge thing is a dormant silo, because the word "Sleep Silo No. 14" can be seen faintly on the burnt metal shell.

The font is slightly rounded, typical of the temple style.

The metal shell of the dormant warehouse has been cut with a laser sword, and two soldiers stand at the door.

Anyang looked at An Qi: "What's the situation?"

An Qi frowned and pondered for a long time, saying: "You should go and see for yourself, I am not sure."

Anyang frowned, nodded, and walked in.

The diameter of the dormant warehouse is about 100 meters. Obviously it is not a single dormant warehouse. It cannot be said that it is a dormant chamber or an escape spaceship. The appearance is not a pure angel alloy, because the fatigue resistance and plasticity required by aviation alloys are not the main advantages of angel alloys, which determines that it is more suitable for armor, but not for large spaceships.

But this metal is still very hard and resistant to high temperatures.

It is estimated that it also slowed down when approaching the ground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After a high-intensity impact, the internal equipment is still intact.

As soon as I walked in, there was a strong sense of sci-fi. There was no obvious wiring, everything was very clean, but there were all kinds of monitoring, control and operation equipment everywhere.

Anyang ignored all this and went straight in.

Angel walked with him, but found that a small figure was walking in front of her. She pursed her lips and stood at the same place to let Xiao Chan go before she followed.

Inside is obviously a sleeping cabin, with silver and white as the main color, and the console in the middle, but it is also simple enough to see no use. The dormitories are full around, and there are at least dozens of neatly attached to the wall. The front glass panel can clearly see the people inside, most of them are not young.

Xiao Chan raised his head high behind him, looking at these people who do not know how many years of dormancy, thoughtfully.

Anyang's eyes were a little cold, and he walked to the console: "Will you use them?"

"meeting!"

An Qi knew that his own **** Jiang was talking to himself, and walked over directly, slap on the console table.

Suddenly, the metal panel wafted in a circle like the water surface, and then radiated light, and a three-dimensional figure was projected and stood on the metal panel.

"Hello, future generations."

Anyang narrowed his eyes and looked directly at him.

This is an old man with a white beard. It is difficult to tell from the face of whether he is an Oriental or a Westerner. His eyes are shimmering with golden luster, and he is wearing a complicated robe. Anyang naturally recognized that this figure, dressed as the archbishop of the magic world, was actually the robe of the former temple, representing the identity of his ruling class, and the identity was not low.

"Hello." Anyang said tentatively.

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