"Why were advanced field technologies mixed in with backward missiles and military vehicles? Why were industrial products with such a vast generational gap appearing together?" To Shi Tiexin, the scene was as unbelievable as seeing a group of Amazon rainforest tribesmen with blowpipes standing on the most advanced destroyer.
Moreover, those missiles and military vehicles looked to be in good condition, nothing like things temporarily hauled out of a museum.
Shi Tiexin pondered as he turned his body, facing the rain of artillery fire like Wuming facing the Qin army's arrowstorm. He needed a little more time. Just a little more, and he would be able to grasp the tail of that mysterious signal.
So he reached out with his left hand. The gravity sphere floating above his head swooped into his palm. Under the immense gravitational force, countless fiery lights swept and rolled, and all nearby flames were drawn completely into his grasp. He then pressed the sphere against the sword body and wiped it from the Sword Hilt all the way to the tip. The sphere was spread flat and wiped away, while the longsword immediately blazed with radiance, its brilliant gleam flashing.
Twisted gravity waves radiated from the blade. This sword had been thoroughly enchanted by gravity technology.
Shi Tiexin raised his sword, its tip facing the overwhelming saturation bombardment.
Three.
Two.
One.
Close combat!
Buzz. The longsword swept horizontally and slashed vertically. A gigantic cross-shaped scar of light suddenly bloomed and froze in midair. The terrifying barrage was drawn into the slash marks and destroyed; violent explosions burst in connected clusters, only to be absorbed by the powerful gravity waves. The dozen-meter-long slash marks shone with brilliant splendor and lingered for a long while.
The rain of bombardment continued.
So did Shi Tiexin's slashes.
His movements