As the crane pulled the steel cable, metal chemical tanks were erected one by one.

On the metal tower of the crane, Binghe stood on it, a strip of light of the Dharma vein appeared on his body, and a light cone appeared on his palm. At this time, Binghe vertically derived his own domain to a high altitude.

Watching the Industrial City from a high altitude is like a child looking down at Lego's toy castle. He watched steel modules rise up from the ground, and gradually formed industrial areas such as chemical plants, steel mills, coking yards, and coal chemical yards.

It has been almost a year since Bingshu arrived in West. At the level of the supreme rule planner, Bingshu felt more and more that the so-called contradiction that triggered war in this world was actually just a contradiction between the nobles.

The economies of all countries on the Western Continent are self-sufficient. Even West, a weak principality, can essentially exist without relying on external trade. Therefore, the nobles do not have to worry about conflicts from the bottom, but only consider the conflicts of interests between the nobles and the nobles.

Now, the most important food resources are made by grain makers, mechanical weapons are provided by mechanics, and the knights have protected the first two types of people. In this way, a stable rule can be formed. In this stable rule, there is no lower resistance.

Because the lower layer is not the key to dominating the machine.

If Oka wanted to annex West, it would not destroy the Gangluan family, but would not have ended the Gangluan family, but to give the Gangluan family ten vassal knight families. After the Gangluan family surrendered, they would still be the most noble superior family in the world.

Binghe couldn't help but sigh: "The reason why West can support me at present is just to get rid of the current crisis. Once the crisis is lifted and I want to go further, my plan will infringe on the interests of the West noble class, and then no one will support me. Tens of millions of workers, millions of tons of steel, millions of railways, and millions of tons of ships are now impossible."

However, the world's ideas have not been liberated, and there are very few people who can cooperate. Civilians whose ideas are confined to the municipal level have not followed the concept of promises and have no sense of responsibility for progressive forces. If the aristocratic class is not allowed to do anything. If the Kuo directly wins over the lower class, a large number of betrayers of urban interest thinking will appear in the organization.

Binghe unconsciously bit his finger, sat up and muttered: "Why don't you run a civilian college? Build a channel for advancement? Slowly cultivate everyone's awareness of intervening in the ruling class?"

Dingda, Dingda, Bingkui kept paced and thought on the metal stairs,

Binghe's steps began to become lighter, and gradually jumped on the metal support rod, taking a balance step on the steel pipe, and the soles of the metal boots were steadily on the smooth metal pipe. Outside the railing was the ground with a drop of 40 meters.

At this time, Binghe was conceiving a school, and this school that helped civilians intervene in the social ruling class in the future not only needed to impart knowledge, but also to impart the law line, because the law line determines social status and has formed a deeply rooted culture.

If we ignore the influence of the Dharma lineage in society, it is unrealistic to apply the Earth model in dogmatic style.

Binghe jumped from the railing to the higher railing and whispered: "Standard Law Vein."

[Standard method is a median profession artery created in the early stage of Binghu's escape. This method cannot advance to a high-level occupation. It is worse than the family inheritance of most median professions, but it has a characteristic: the standard method is highly universal to various professions]

This kind of magic vein divides various parts of the body into areas. Each area is a new spell that can build multiple professions, which can lead to the situation where different new spell sub-veins are equipped with a main vein system.

Each sub-module has a variety of new magic options, including medical priests, knights, mechanics, grain makers, and captains. Back then, Binghe made this magic line to quickly switch professions. Now Binghe is a superior profession, and with the assistance of combat uniform technology, he almost fixed his current magic line development model. He has not sought this standard for a year or two.

But now, Binghe has picked up his earliest original magic line.

Because if a large group of people have this standard lineage, then people from different professions can provide reference standards for modules similar to each other and themselves.

Under the traditional Dharma lineage model, if that person wants to find Dharma lineage inheritance in a certain profession, he or she has to specifically seek those people (those families) of a specific profession to refer to their complete set of Dharma lineages.

Now, the circle of inheritance has expanded into a school. As long as you find the corresponding person in each module in the school, you can find the corresponding person in each module in your body, because the main pulse is the same, just refer to the subsystem. And the large number of people with the same main pulse are not a specific profession, but various professions.

Narration: This is equivalent to the pronunciation of Chinese dialects on Earth, but text is a standard module. When people from various places communicate with each other, as long as they determine the pronunciation of relevant texts and related dialects, they can learn the dialect of the other party. However, there is no unified text standard for pronunciation in European languages.

This is the main pulse standardization.

Of course, Binghe was also very aware that this calibration method could not overturn the social status advantages of the nobles, but could only shake the absolute hegemony of the nobles under the current productivity conditions.

Just as Binghe himself abandoned this standard law, those lower classes who have successfully risen with the help of this standard law as a stepping stone in the future will definitely abandon this law in the future.

The reason is very simple. Although the standard method can have more career choices in the early stage, the upper limit of development is low and the fault tolerance rate is low.

When practicing standard Dharma lineage, even if the practitioner accurately determines the accuracy of the Dharma lineage area to 95%, it cannot meet the median occupation standard. It must be accurate to 98% to reach the median occupation. Even if it reaches 100% accuracy, the occupation level cannot break through the median elementary level.

Now the upper limit of development of the Dharma lineage inherited by noble families is much higher.

Taking the previous magic line of the Gun Flame family as an example, 90% of the correct area is the median profession. Ninety-five% is the median intermediate profession.

Now that Binghe deletes the redundant part and retrying the Dharma line, you can reach the median occupation level by reaching an accuracy of 80%, 95% are the median occupation level, and more than 99% can try to attack the upper occupation level.

Therefore, those little nobles and wealthy businessmen who have no economic barriers will inevitably make appropriate modifications to the standard legal lineage after using the standard legal lineage for two or three generations.

[Binghe stopped on the top floor of the building, and before he knew it, Binghe walked to the highest point of the railing.]

Binghe faced the wind blowing from the distant seaside, he said leisurely and emotion: "Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people, and a thousand years of history can be completed." The words were filled with helplessness and a hint of hope.

Just when Binghe sighed that the future he wanted was very slow to change.

Suddenly, Binghu saw a flash of light hundreds of meters away. The moment he saw this light, Binghu's whole body was like a needle prick, and a warning suddenly arose. Binghu squatted down almost conditionedly and then rolled down to the next floor of the steel tower.

Two seconds later, sparks burst out from the iron railing standing on Binghe. In the spark, the railing broke, flew three or four meters away and fell from the tower. There was a bullet that knocked the steel pipe into pieces.

The word "assassination" appears at the core. The Binghu, who holds the railing, turns over into the bunker, and immediately changes from his previous leisure and complacent to a highly nervous state. Every pore grows like a spike.

Binghe heard the sound of guns on the distant defense line, his face looked ugly. After hesitating for a few seconds, Binghe took out his helmet from his suitcase, activated the power armor and walked over.

Through the overlook of the field, Binghe keenly discovered that the assassin was running away. Facing this guy who threatened his life, Binghe decided to let him stay.

The scene where Binghe suddenly turned over and fell from the railing, then jumped to the suitcase and put on a helmet, which shocked the three knights sent by Villian hundreds of meters away. However, as sparks burst out from the railing and gunshots from afar, the three knights understood what was going on.

"Assassination, assassination!" The knights shouted loudly, trying to form a human wall. But they found that the object they wanted to protect had no awareness of being protected, and Bingshu ran directly towards the place where the gunshots sounded. With full power on the battle uniform, they almost ran between the roofs, so fast that the knights had no time to chase.

"Master Ronggang, dangerous!" a knight shouted at Binghe. However, the response was Binghe's acceleration.

"Damn it, bring people to follow," the leader of the knight ordered.

On the other hand, Binghe had already run to a rapid speed, reaching 80 meters per second. At this speed, Binghe landed from one roof chimney to another roof chimney. Binghe's steel boots were like a three-pound cannon firing a solid shell, stepping on the bricks and tiles of the chimney from one house to another.

A large number of broken bricks fell from the boilers repaired by these families.

The aimer who was originally responsible for assassinating Binghe was two kilometers away, looked at Binghe's terrifying speed in horror. While loading the rifle in his hand, flashed lights in his eyes (focusing technique), while also starting to operate lens module-like distant vision techniques in front of his eyes, trying to lock in Binghe in high-speed motion.

However, while he was observing Binghe, several dazzling reflections suddenly appeared around Binghe.

Mirror reflects sunlight and interferes with the aimer. This is the basic operation of the Knight's anti-sighter.

"Bang, bang, bang" The aimer fired three shots in a row, but if he failed to hit a single shot, he had to discard the rifle with full power. He then took out the rapid-fire gun on his thigh and shot at the Bingnuke.

Binghe also took out a rapid-fire gun. At a distance of 450 meters, Binghe ran on the roof. The aimer also stood up from a haunted tower in the slum. The two looked at each other from afar, pulled the trigger and launched the first round of shooting.

The tongue of flames ejected from the muzzles of both sides. Although both sides used new magic to assist in aiming, and also used airflow to disturb the magic to assist the warhead to correct the ballistics ten meters in front of the muzzle, the bullets sprayed by the guns of both sides were still relatively scattered at a distance of three to four hundred meters.

As the first magazine was shot on both sides, Binghe's chest and left arm (Binghe's left arm covered his eyes and only relied on pure domain observation.) were shot twice, but the bulletproof system on his body resisted the two shots. The aimer who assassinated Binghe was shot four times, one shot in his left shoulder, chest, thigh, and ear. The assassin who shot four times rolled directly into a complex house in the slums.

While Binghe was installing a new magazine on the submachine gun, he also stepped into the civilian area. The civilians holding washbasins and vegetables on the streets immediately fled in panic when they saw Binghe falling from the sky.

Binghe also likes to see the empty battlefield. This way, when fighting, you will not worry about accidentally hurting the innocent. Because if the other party hides behind one or two children, Binghe may still feel soft and hesitant for a moment.

Binghe opened the field and sensed the target crawling in the corner three hundred meters away. Binghe breathed deeply and warned himself carefully: "Be careful, be careful, never be counterattacked by the other party. Also, you must not let them go!"

In this complex urban terrain, the fortress field of Bingke has absolute information advantages. The combat uniform has the advantage of urban mobility. It is impossible to lose no matter how you look at it. However, the more this seemingly impossible situation is, the more nervous and exciting it is in Bingkeke.

Bingshen’s heart: The greater my advantage, the more I need to be careful of the final sudden change and reversal.
Chapter completed!