Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 318: Stone Chamber Millstone

Twilight enveloped everything.

The cheers in the Bing-7 Defense Zone gradually subsided. The veteran soldiers gathered in twos and threes around the campfires, roasting tough jerky and discussing that miraculous "Iron Bucket Formation."

Su Ming sat alone on a large rock at the edge of the defense zone, holding a jade slip recording data, reviewing the earlier drill.

Suddenly, the fingers holding the jade slip tightened slightly.

Someone was here.

It wasn't an enemy attack, because the "Spiderweb" hadn't sounded an alarm.

The newcomer hadn't triggered any spiritual energy fluctuations, just like a gust of wind, naturally blending into the surrounding world.

Su Ming slowly turned around and respectfully bowed towards an empty patch of shadow outside the defense zone.

"Disciple Su Ming pays his respects to Elder Mo."

The shadow twisted slightly, and a gaunt old man wearing a gray cloth robe slowly materialized.It was indeed Elder Mo from the Spiritual Hub Hall.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His somewhat turbid old eyes swept over the nodes Su Ming had set up, finally landing on Su Ming himself.

"Quite interesting."

Elder Mo's voice was hoarse, revealing neither joy nor anger. "Using points to drive surfaces, spiritual energy resonance. You've applied the listening method from the 'Spiritual Resonance Resonance Fragment' to a defensive formation?"

Su Ming was inwardly surprised. So similar formations already existed?

"Elder Mo has discerning eyes," Su Ming said, bowing his head. "This disciple merely felt that pure defense is too passive. If the formation could be like a spiderweb, capable of both sensing and trapping prey, it might be more suitable for our small, understaffed squad."

Elder Mo didn't speak, simply stepping into the defense zone.

With each step he took, the snow underfoot emitted a faint crunching sound.

But in Su Ming's "observation micro state" vision, each of Elder Mo's steps landed precisely on the nodes of spiritual energy flow. He didn't disrupt the formation; instead, he walked along the formation's "momentum."

Like a drop of water merging into a river.

Elder Mo walked to the wolf bone formation stake, stretched out a withered finger, and gently tapped it.

*Thump.*

A dull reverberation spread throughout the entire defense zone.

All the nodes lit up simultaneously for an instant before quickly fading away.

good, but the scope is

this small patch of land that is Bing-7. If the neighboring Bing-6 or Bing-8 zones are breached, and demon beasts flank you from the sides, your iron bucket will just be a

beat, and he

Elder Mo's words...

materials are limited, I dare not be too ambitious," Su

"Materials?"

snorted lightly and casually tossed a token, which

permitted to go

token,

Three times!

not only reinforce Bing-7 but could even expand this system to

you, Elder Mo!" Su

indistinct again, as if he might dissipate into the wind and snow

a web,

If the web isn't sturdy, it

his words had even faded,

standing in the wind and snow,

deep breath and stored

Mo's support was like a

actions within Iron Wall

"Brother Zhao!"

towards the camp, his voice shedding some of its caution and gaining

Tiji, who was gnawing on a bone,

check out the neighboring Bing-6 and

the campfire. The firelight illuminated his young yet

this good stuff with our neighbors. After all, our backs

then grinned

this to me! Old Zhang and his crew have been eyeing our shields with envy for a while now. This time, I'll make sure they pay

sat down, picked up a

bright arcs

he

he knew it wasn't

was approaching. He had to weave this web denser, thicker, and more resilient

...

night in the Bing-7 Defense Zone was chewed up and

Seven, the door cracks and window frames were already pasted with soundproofing talismans. The ghostly howling

lit inside the hut. The dim yellow circle of light huddled in the corner, casting elongated shadows onto the rough stone

a crude ceramic basin

Su Ming had spent a fortune acquiring from the

his eyes slightly closed, his hands suspended three

is riddled with impurities like a honeycomb briquette, the core powder with spatial properties is the most delicate. You need to peel away the gray

but a fine layer of sweat had already beaded on