Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 823 Why not ask the magic conch shell?

"According to Vina, the spies planted by the Heavenly Soul Empire in the Sun Moon Empire have sent back news that Xu Tianran, the Crown Prince's personal guard, has left the court, which has made several princes restless."

"Nowadays, those princes all hold positions in the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Works. One is in charge of grain and military supplies, another is in charge of troop deployment, and the third is in charge of engineering equipment. Although they do not openly oppose us, they are secretly causing us a lot of trouble."

"If we can delay a little longer, given the delays in the Sun and Moon Border Army's harvesting of supplies and provisions, we might be able to hold out for a while longer."

At this point, Long Aotian rubbed his face. He had memorized these things a day in advance at Vina's instruction. Since Vina was unavailable at the moment, she naturally had to send him to relay the message.

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping frowned. The situation in the Heavenly Soul Empire was even worse than he had imagined.

Even with reinforcements from the Douling Empire, they still couldn't withstand the Sun Moon Empire's sacred F2A (all-out attack). It's clear that the difference in actual stats was too great, and they simply couldn't withstand the onslaught.

Even with three princes each holding onto one of Xu Tianran's arms or legs and desperately pulling him along, Xu Tianran's army still advanced at an astonishingly fast pace; it was truly hopeless.

No, the Sun Moon Empire didn't bring a supply train with them during this invasion. A month's worth of food for a forced march can be stored in a soul storage device, but the cannonballs that the army can squander can't last a full half month if they carry them themselves, right?

If that's the case, with the three kings each in charge of a department in the imperial court, there's no reason why Xu Tianran would be able to push things through so smoothly.

Why did Yue Fei fail to win the battle back then?
Was it really because of the twelve urgent imperial edicts issued by the Southern Song Dynasty?
That was Qin Hui telling Yue Fei, "If you don't come back, we'll just cut off your supplies."

If logistical support couldn't keep up, even Yue Fei couldn't continue the fight. How did Xu Tianran manage to keep fighting?

In addition to the supplies provided by the Sun Moon Empire itself, Xu Tianran also had a privately controlled supply line as a supplement, which could continuously provide supplies to his soldiers.

Otherwise, even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice, and Xu Tianran could not have penetrated so deeply into the Heavenly Soul Empire from the north without any psychological pressure.

Chen Ping fell into deep thought. None of the questions Long Aotian had come to him with were easy to answer.

Take, for example, the supply line that Xu Tianran secretly controls. Sabotaging it once or twice won't work; you have to dig up the root of it before you can possibly affect Xu Tianran.

In addition, there's the idea that Long Aotian wants to shoot down or block the Sun Moon Empire's high-altitude detection soul guidance device.

Dude, do you think I'm an anti-aircraft gun on the Berlin Tower, or do you think I'm the cyber god Barthes Moss who can shoot down or hack all those soul-guided devices in one go?
Hey wait.

Chen Ping pondered the thought that had just flashed through his mind and suddenly recalled a local specialty that had only appeared once in the original work and had never been noticed since, but whose effects were actually incredibly powerful.

Magic Conch Shell!

Well, it wasn't a magic conch shell, but a conch shell used by the Sea Demon Elephant Clan in the icy sea on the western side of the northern Douluo Continent. If Chen Ping remembered correctly, it was just a few ten-thousand-year-old Sea Demon Elephants and more than a dozen Sea Demon Elephants of varying sizes blowing hard on the ice, and they managed to blow Huo Yuhao and Wang Tang Wutong, who were already at the Soul Douluo level, down from the sky.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping subconsciously stroked his chin. He didn't know what was wrong with Tang San that made him insist on creating fusion monsters.

Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er need to be combined, Gu Yue and Na'er also need to be combined, and my biological mother and the Golden Ancient Tree, my biological father and the Lord of the Plane all need to be combined.

Even by the time of Douwu 5, they were already openly implanting Xiao Wu's memories into the handsome young master.

Tang San had a great time, but Chen Ping suffered. When recalling his memories from the original story, he had to think hard about whether the person who looked like Wang Dong next to Huo Yuhao was Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er, or Tang Wutong.

Fortunately, regardless of who was with Huo Yuhao at that time, the fact that the Sea Demon Elephant Clan blew a giant conch shell out of its shell and blew the two of them down was a real event, which gave Chen Ping inspiration.

If he remembered correctly, the conch shells were a pale gold color and were called anti-air conch shells. Their only effect was to prevent air movement; to be precise, they forcibly dispersed the flowing air in a designated area.

In an instant, those conch shells could dispel all the air currents around the two of them. Even the level nine flying soul tool on their backs could not draw air into the turbine. Their outstretched wings could not rely on the rising air currents. Unless they relied on their powerful soul force to force them to stay suspended, they would only have one way to go: fall from the sky.

In the Douluo Continent, this effect is enough to be called an anti-air conch.

Even high-altitude probes do not achieve the balance between centrifugal force and gravitational attraction that satellites possess, as the required altitude is simply too high.

To truly remain suspended in the air without relying on aerodynamic manifolds and aerodynamic propulsion devices, one would need to be at least 300,000 meters above the ground, and it's common for it to be over a million meters above the ground.

But what about Douluo Continent?

Above 1,000 meters is already a forbidden zone for humans. Above 5,000 meters, even a powerful expert at the Title Douluo level would feel extreme pain after staying there for a while. Above 8,000 meters, only the ultimate ice attribute soul masters and Limit Douluo are qualified to visit.

Upon reaching an altitude of 10,000 meters, the temperature is already close to absolute zero, which is beyond the reach of ordinary Limit Douluo. At least a demigod like Di Tian would be able to withstand it.

This distance is just the beginning; it's still a long way off from what's needed for a satellite, an object that orbits a planet in a closed orbit.
In other words, almost any flying object that Chen Ping had ever seen, imagined, or existed in the Douluo Continent, whether human or object, would be subdued by the power of the Anti-Flying Conch.

Ultimately, they all rely on air to achieve a series of actions such as flight and gliding. Even the ultra-high-altitude detection soul guides equipped with solar panels and anti-gravity modules still depend on air to a considerable extent and need to take advantage of the shape of the ultra-high-altitude detection soul guides to glide and hover smoothly.

Relying solely on solar panels for anti-gravity power would completely deplete their soul power reserves in just a few minutes, unless the solar panel is a soul core.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you don't actually have any good ideas, do you?"

Seeing Chen Ping deep in thought, Long Aotian was somewhat surprised. Vina's initial instructions to him were not actually aimed at having Chen Ping find a solution.

(End of this chapter)