Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 346 - 330: Technological Burial Objects

Looking on as Woodward, accompanied by Tom, went to handle the relevant onboarding procedures, Wang Jian nodded slightly.

If Twitter could truly achieve the prospects described by this legendary journalist,

then the stock equity incentive he had promised, though it pained him dearly, would also be worthwhile.

In order to defend his interests in the publishing industry and combat traditional media, he had truly given it his all.

But compared to that, what was the rich second-generation who had easily acquired one of the giants of traditional media, Universal, doing?

Thanks to the success of "I’m so Rich," Little Bronfman was already forgotten by the public for disposing of the DuPont shares, now hailed by the media as "the most insightful inheritor of an old money family."

He was already spreading news that he would delve deeper into the music distribution and television media industry and initiate acquisitions of other long-standing media companies.

"Ah, I truly envy these rich kids born with a golden key,"

Wang Jian, looking at the newspaper, let out a long sigh, "They can so easily leverage powerful resources others can’t even dream of."

After growing over time, he fully understood why he, a Chinese youth, stood where he did today.

On one hand, it was due to the style of Goldman Sachs.

However, the real reason this inferior version of the "White Knight" lacked any unnecessary maneuvers was because he had gained the support of the writer community.

This support, in turn, could bring the greatest convenience to the development of literary websites.

And why did authors support him?

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"So, I have to keep writing, to maintain the identity of a writer," Wang Jian said with a wry smile, shaking his head as he took out the outline of "King Arthur."

"Even though the simple income from writing can’t compare to the profits that being a major shareholder of the website brings me."

In an earlier part of the story, he had introduced the first submarine, disguised as the "Loch Ness Monster."

Alright, this could be considered Wang Jian’s conscious effort to cater to the trend of Western mysticism rampant in places like Bermuda, Area 51.

"The selling point of this book is modern technology overwhelming magic and mystery, so I need to enhance some descriptions of this aspect."

Wang Jian thought for a moment and then began to tap away on the keyboard rapidly.

Soon, readers discovered that "King Arthur," which had paused its updates for some days, had finally started updating again.

...

Even though the advancing Holy Knight Order was startled by the Monster suddenly appearing from the lake,

the devout faith of everyone could completely resist this minor shock.

Not to mention the leader nicknamed "Guardian," the disguised "Holy Maiden," even the deputy leader from the Inquisition, the notoriously known "Deceiver," quickly regained composure.

"Adjust the formation, go into defensive stance," ordered the leader loudly.

"Nothing evil can defeat us, the Beloved of God!" The Deceiver also shouted encouragingly.

Hearing this, the Holy Maiden turned her head and glared fiercely at the Deceiver.

The deputy leader shrugged, appearing utterly unconcerned.

"Are we all God’s children, equal in the eyes of God?" he thought about the theory his comrades often preached, and scoffed disdainfully.

"Why is it, then, that aside from witches who consort with Demons, only we possess extraordinary powers?"

"This is because we are God’s most beloved children, and we have never been of the same species as those lowlifes!" This was what the deputy leader often preached to his team.

Under the influence of honor and recognition, his team’s fighting power far surpassed others and even showed tendencies to become an independent force.

The leader, seeing that the opponent did not appear to be attacking, prepared to take the offensive.

"Holy Light’s blessing, switch to combat mode." Following an order, a white light flashed over the Knight Order’s members.

"Protect my left and right flanks," the leader commanded his two lieutenants and then shouted, "Knight charge!"

"Heh, it’s always you taking the lead!" The deputy leader snorted and also yelled, "Holy Light, grant me strength—charge!"

It had to be said, his team was indeed very powerful.

With the leader’s team advancing first, the deputy leader’s direct forces had the potential to overtake them and become the main force.

"Battle strength is never spoken; it’s fought for," the deputy leader watched the leader drawing nearer, feeling somewhat proud.

Just then, a loud "boom" resounded as something exploded beside him.

"Elevation 45 degrees, fire!" The small artillery regiment allied with Arthur’s forces, hidden in the woods, launched its attack.

At the same time, the towering object stationed on Loch Ness revealed its dark cannon barrels.

"What is this thing!" the deputy leader shouted.

"This must be the secret weapon of Prince Arthur that we heard about!" the leader responded loudly, "You go to the ambush point, we continue the charge, any problems?"

"None!" The deputy leader waved his hand, leading his team to turn left.

"Ha, I finally got the chance for independent combat. Prince Arthur, you better not disappoint me!"

"How is it?" Arthur, while pulling out his Mechanical Sword and preparing to enter the fight himself,

asked the former mathematics scholar, now artillery commander, "Can the firepower from the cannons after the enemy has scattered breach their Holy Shields?"

"The large-caliber cannons made in a rush are all on Loch Ness. They should have no problem, even against two Knight squadrons."

"And we..." The commander raised his head, carefully observing the enemy’s condition after a volley, "will need the cooperation of the Firearms Team."

"These secret weapons are truly bothersome. Especially that loud noise—it’s really annoying," the deputy leader struggled to control his somewhat startled horse, maintaining the charge.

Sporadically, bursts of white light from being struck by gunfire sparked on his body.

Only, the deputy leader did not notice that, as he charged forward, the warriors behind him were diminishing one by one.

Just then, several spherical objects that would explode came flying towards him.

"Boom," "boom," "boom" went three explosions, and the Deputy Commander’s horse was utterly obliterated.

He himself also tumbled to the ground, and the Holy Light Shield became incomplete for the first time.

"Don’t worry about me, keep charging!" the Deputy Commander shouted as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth,

At the same time, he prepared to find another warhorse to continue fighting.

However, apart from the even more intense explosions, he received no response from his comrades.

Not even the usual "Hallelujah" rang in his ears anymore.

The Deputy Commander turned his head in confusion and saw that the entire battlefield had turned into the flesh-and-blood Hell described in the Bible.

Several horses that had lost their riders were running chaotically under the bombardment of gunfire.

The agonizing moans, set against the backdrop of countless severed limbs, seemed even more terrifying.

... Have we lost?

Did God’s servants actually lose to the Demon that harbored witches?

No, I refuse to accept this!

The Deputy Commander struggled to his feet, dropped his Knight’s Spear, drew his sword, and began a solo charge.

"I am God’s Beloved!" he yelled, striving to run forward.

"Prince, the cannon barrels are overheating. We need the Firearms Team to take the lead now."

Arthur nodded slightly at the sight of the lone charger.

"Fire in unison!" The Commander pointed at the Deputy Commander and shouted loudly.

"Puff..." With a puff of white smoke, that sole standing Holy Knight fell to the ground again.

This time, his Holy Light Shield had been completely shattered, leaving him in an utterly defenseless state.

Even the blood he left behind, having exhausted its holy power, began to transition from gold to red.

"Prepare to regroup and clean up the battlefield," Arthur commanded, ready to turn and leave.

But the lone charger rose to his feet again.

"100 steps, 99 steps..." The Deputy Commander counted the remaining distance as he advanced with difficulty.

"Stop!"

"Don’t go over!"

Two slightly louder shouts rang in his ears.

The Deputy Commander looked back and saw the Commanding Officer, who had broken a leg, and the "Holy Maiden," pinned down by numerous soldiers and horses, calling out anxiously.

He grinned, turned his head back, and continued to move forward resolutely.

"Fire a second volley!" The Commander shouted loudly.

With a "puff," the Deputy Commander fell to the ground once more.

And just a moment later, he rose again.

However, this time he got up much slower than before,

His pace was even slower than that of a victim of the Black Death.

"Fire the third volley!"

"Fire the fourth volley!"

The Deputy Commander rose again, muttering to himself, "20, 19..."

"Prepare for the fifth..." The Commander’s arm rose high, about to give another order.

"Forget it," Arthur caught his arm and spoke softly.

Because he had realized that the other man’s target was not the soldiers but the cannons themselves.

"3, 2..."

The Deputy Commander finally staggered his way to the weapon that had defeated his forces.

He felt his consciousness blurring and breathing becoming difficult.

Yet, the Deputy Commander still looked at the object before him with curiosity,

Even going so far as to touch it gently with his trembling hands.

A "sizzle" and a wisp of blue smoke followed by the smell of charred meat arose.

Only, this scent did not stimulate appetite but only induced nausea.

"Is this... the Demon’s weapon?" the Deputy Commander murmured. "Have we been abandoned by our Lord?"

"No, this is not the Demon’s weapon; it’s a weapon of technology."

"You have not been abandoned by the Lord, but by Time itself." Arthur approached him and said calmly.

"Technology and Time...?" The Deputy Commander used all his strength to ask one last question.

Then, he aimed his whole head into the barrel of the cannon, peering inside.

As the Deputy Commander’s hand loosened, the sword clattered to the ground.

With a "sizzle," he collapsed onto the cannon barrel.

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