Chapter 289: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 289 Medal Conferment Ceremony (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

When heading to the West Continent again, Chen Yi made full preparations.

The newly purchased anti-tank missiles were a must-bring, and machine gun bullets and machine guns also needed to be stocked sufficiently. Clothing and even food were both trade goods and an important guarantee for maintaining the morale of West Continent trainees, and were indispensable.

Bringing Earth products to the West Continent for trainees to use had already become a tradition. Starting from Yu Weichao, everyone in the West Continent tried every means to make it more like Earth, as if only then could they live comfortably. At first, they carried out basic infrastructure construction on one hand while learning from American soldiers who treated Coca-Cola as a panacea; later, handheld game consoles like PSP were provided, and traditional sports such as basketball and football were also listed as military necessities. By now, Chen Yi even brought the newspapers and magazines of the current week to the West Continent, and occasionally sent over some movie discs and music.

Previously, Chen Yi rarely brought too many varieties, mostly two or three types of items, and in quantity he tried to bring as many as possible, aiming for simplicity and convenience so as not to trouble himself with organizing. Now with four Yun Village people, whether carrying on shoulders or by hand, or loading and unloading with a forklift, they could handle it skillfully, and he could at least transport supplies according to Yu Weichao's needs. He couldn't help feeling pleased, thinking that training these four people had not been a waste of time.

When the largest oil tanker drove into the subway carriage, Chen Yi waved his hand to signal the four to leave, then used a Listening Scroll to confirm no one was around before heading toward the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

Once the subway started, various complex images would appear on the surrounding windows; sometimes they were clear, but most of the time they were blurry.

The Archaeopteryx fossil Chen Yi carried lit up immediately; even if it were a fake, it should be a rather high-end item.

Actually, he believed it was genuine. Mordor was not an easy character to deal with; if he couldn't get the real thing even after taking 12 million dollars, he couldn't have been an arms dealer for ten years.

"The Standard Specimen, I'm afraid there really won't be any more in the future." Chen Yi sighed, sounding like an environmentalist's hypocritical tone, but his face smiled brilliantly, clearly saying one thing while meaning another.

Bringing the Archaeopteryx sample close to the second subway door, the fossil glowing with yellow light was immediately sucked in. The Gene Completion number lit up at 65% for a moment, then like a thermometer inserted into a rectum, it climbed upward with a swish, surpassing 80% in a short while, and finally stopped at 84%.

Now Gene Completion was getting harder and harder to increase; without some strange item, even 1% was difficult, let alone 20%.

Truly worthy of being an image that once appeared in the subway.

Chen Yi touched his just-shortened hair, thinking: I wonder if collecting all the Archaeopteryx fossils in the world would have any benefit.

New images began to appear on the door: a yellow cover slowly expanding. Without any explanation, Chen Yi immediately understood that the yellow cover represented the Light Curtain, and the scene before his eyes meant the range of the Light Curtain was expanding.

The five and eight trainees from the West Continent to Earth could only move within the range covered by the Light Curtain, that is, within a 5-kilometer radius of the subway; otherwise, pressure would gradually increase to the point where they could not move. Similarly, Earth people going to the West Continent were subject to similar restrictions, just with a relatively larger range—perhaps because the planet where the West Continent was located was larger, Chen Yi could not make a definite judgment for the time being.

Chen Yi was willing to pay a high price to buy Archaeopteryx fossils at this time also for the improvement of the Light Curtain. He had already prepared to expand the range of the Light Curtain—whether it was the West Continent or the Earth Martial Hall, his strength had made considerable development.

Inside the subway, the Magic Net trembled slightly, like an exciting fast-paced song.

Chen Yi trembled along with the trembling of the Magic Net, feeling the trajectory of the operation of primal energy.

Whoever could master primal energy could possess the strongest power. In the theory of the Magic World, energy was everywhere; vacuum was not empty. The key was how to use them.

The trembling of the Magic Net lasted for a long time. Perhaps the Magic Net was indeed very happy—an Archaeopteryx fossil worth 12 million US dollars, if exchanged for bread, could be eaten until the end of time.

After a delay for a period of time, the subway safely arrived at the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

The items available for purchase on the Crystal Screen were also upgraded, but only one could be chosen.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment and clicked on "Tearful Divine Oil Level 7". Potions that basically increased in price by multiples reached a price of 80,000 gold coins at Level 7. However, judging from the supply of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, its cost was obviously not that much.

"Your primal energy is abundant, truly enviable." Grendel, with the eye of a Holy Knight, immediately saw Chen Yi's change.

Chen Yi did not explain, but smiled and said: "Prepare a 72-hour training program for me."

In this way, when leaving the subway and returning to Earth, it would just be the time the subway arrived the next day, and one could take the subway to the West Continent again.

Grendel thought for a moment and smiled: "Let's do some exercise to digest these primal energies, how about it? 72 hours is just enough."

"That couldn't be better." Chen Yi naturally agreed, and casually let out the small lizard, letting it go learn from the Ape Holy Knight. The training of a mount required a very long time to show results; for now, shortening the transformation time was the most effective. Besides, the intelligence of the Illusory Dragon had improved to a certain extent, but not obviously.

Chen Yi followed the movements of Holy Knight Grendel, slowly raising his legs and feet, letting primal energy constantly move within them. The level 8 martial arts level could consume a considerable amount of primal energy, but most martial arts level knights did not have that much primal energy to digest.

And in Chen Yi's feeling, even after using three days to convert energy, he was still only vaguely about to break through, but did not know when he would break through.

Timothy worked on the upper floor of the Mage Tower, occasionally using magic to lower the room temperature, commanding puppets or little mages to pour water for him, and using phantom clones to help go to the toilet...

Magic was quite energy-consuming, and during its use it required a quite high intelligence level to operate. It could be said that a powerful mage was more a victory of high intelligence than of his own great power. The more Chen Yi understood, the less interested he became in magic—his original intention in learning martial arts was to be able to use more high-level scrolls, and now he also preferred scrolls over the essence magic of scrolls. Being a mage was not only very hard, but could not bring him actual benefits. The defense of magic could never compare to that of a knight; the power of a mage, no matter how great, could not exceed a nuclear missile. And those small magics with special uses could almost all be obtained from scrolls, just now limited by the Crystal Screen.

But Chen Yi believed that breaking through the limitation of the Crystal Screen himself would definitely be simpler and more convenient than personally learning magic. Moreover, both scrolls and magic were subject to the limitation of spell slots; even a true mage, if rich and powerful, would use scrolls.

Three days passed quickly. Chen Yi asked Holy Knight Grendel some more questions, especially about the content of temples and divine arts. Without lingering, he returned to the West Continent with the start of the subway, and then distributed all the supplies to Shuizhai.

Among these, ordinary supplies were naturally put directly into storage, but the medals he did not entrust to others. He forcibly brought all the public personnel of Shuizhai over and prepared to hold a grand medal conferment ceremony.

Upon receiving the Hall Master's order, Shi Nengren, the section chief of the Basic Construction Section, brought his junior brother Liao Fou, plus seven or eight natives, fully exerted the vanguard role and revolutionary spirit of Party members, used the local mud cloth of the West Continent to outline the venue, and also designed a relatively reasonable rotation plan for duty warriors...

Party members tempered by countless meetings and campaigns in China—just pull one out, and it's not hard to arrange a ceremony that satisfies the leaders, but it's very easy to arrange one that satisfies the masses.

In one day, Shi Nengren not only transformed the appearance of the Cement Square, but also decorated the small wooden buildings around the square...

The trainees arrived at the venue laughing, pretending to scold the natives, making them line up neatly on the square according to their respective organizations. Compared to Earth people familiar with award ceremonies, the natives of the West Continent were much more serious. The Village Chief of Yun Village even brought the entire village over, and some non-public personnel from West River City Fortress gathered around the square, preparing to watch the ceremony of the "Jiangning People."

Although the venue based on the square did not look as solemn and dignified as a city school's venue on the outside, the moment Chen Yi walked onto the rostrum with a solemn expression and steady steps, the whole hall spontaneously fell silent. Whether trainees or natives, they all understood—this was an important ceremony.

There were three categories and five types of medals.

"West River Defense Battle First Participation Commemorative," "West River Defense Battle Outstanding Medal," and "West River Defense Battle Distinguished Medal" were prepared for the previous defensive battle. The three grades of medals were made from more than 20 kinds of metals mixed together, presenting a beautiful yellow-white color, absolutely impossible to forge.

The "Quality Service Medal" was prepared to be awarded to non-combat personnel, rewarding their outstanding contributions over a long period. But as a medal, its very meaning lay in a moment of bravery and fearlessness during wartime—a selfless reaction, a kind of giving up and striving. Therefore, the distribution of the "Quality Service Medal" as a civil award must be strict.

The "Merit Medal" was the most common continuous medal, but this time its actual value was very high. At this time of a hundred neglected tasks awaiting revival, the trainees and native soldiers who obtained them would surely be promoted in the shortest time.

No speeches, no talks. After Li Xiaohong, the th Batch Trainee serving as host, briefly introduced the medals, the whole hall was silent as the grave. Not only the natives, but even the trainees knew this was a moment that would change their destinies. This was also the first distribution of interests conducted by the West River City-State.

No matter how simple the ceremony, when it possessed extremely important significance, the ceremony itself was no longer important.

Even the natives watching from the two- or three-story small buildings around the square dared not whisper anymore. Their lives would surely be affected by this medal conferment ceremony.

Without a doubt!

Muse wore a straw hat, hiding in a small two-story building on the east side of the square, his expression uncertain. He understood the value of medals more than ordinary people. No city-state had ever awarded medals to non-knights, and no ordinary Shuizhai had ever initiated a medal conferment ceremony.

He suddenly recalled the discussion within the Mara City-State Elder Council: "Their ambitions are not small!"

Muse shook his head. The "Jiangning People" not only had great ambitions, they actually wanted to establish their own city-state! He even seemed to want to change the honor of knights!

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