Above The Sky

"That kid named Ian has awakened psionic power, isn't he?"

Although the sentence pattern is questionable, the Viscount's tone is firm: "Old Pude, this is my city, you can't hide it from me."

"grown ups……"

The old man frowned slightly. He turned around and wanted to explain: "That child just said that, I haven't had time to confirm..."

"Okay, Pud."

Viscount Grant raised his hand and motioned for the other party to stop talking: "You and I both know this is an excuse. How many years have we worked together and need to play this kind of word game?"

"I asked you to stay today, just to tell you one thing."

Sitting back in his seat, the man shook his head slightly: "Whether it's you people of chalk, people of red sand like Lamar, or us people of black iron and gold, they are all essentially the same race, all plains. The people of the people, the people under the mountain."

"The bottom line."

Raising a finger, the Viscount said calmly, "We are all children of the Empire."

"The assistance from the imperial capital will arrive around this fall, and this indigenous attack is a crisis as well as an opportunity... If with the support of the imperial capital, the indigenous forces in Nanling can be greatly attacked, it will undoubtedly be a huge blow. success."

"We all have to seize this achievement."

Viscount Grant's words meant something, but the old man could understand.

Elder Pude took a deep look at the Viscount, and he bowed his head respectfully: "I understand, my lord. The people of White will spare no effort to support all your actions."

"I will teach the artisans in the city how to maintain the dwarf alchemy artillery... not just the white people."

"very good."

Viscount Grant replied with satisfaction: "This is indeed for me, but also for yourselves."

At this moment, he put his hands on his abdomen and said easily: "According to the law of the empire, a self-awakened psionicist will be given a sublimation inheritance by the local lord or chief officer to guide him to advance. You know very well that this is the The empire is forcibly recruited, not letting any folk psionicists be allowed, the ascendants grow up freely, and it is guaranteed that all wild ascenders belong to the empire."

"And this time, I'm not fighting you. Of course I don't have time to teach a child."

"He can be taught by you, anything. He is yours."

"But Pud, remember."

At this moment, this nobleman, who is almost the same age as Elder Pude, but looks much younger than the other party, emphasized word by word: "Whether it is you or that child, it is the empire and my people."

"I've let you guys loose enough, so don't make it difficult for me."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and motioned to see the guest: "Go, remember to bring that child with you when you come over next time."

"Let me see what kind of good material the first self-awakened psionicist appeared in my territory."

Nodding silently and saluting, Elder Pude turned and left the Viscount Mansion.

The old man's expression was solemn at first, but after leaving the street where the Viscount Mansion was located, his brows widened.

"It's unexpectedly easy to talk. As a price for legal inheritance, I thought that in addition to handing over the maintenance method of the alchemy artillery, even Ian's nominal right to teach would be taken away."

He, who had already planned for worse, whispered to himself: "It seems that the actions of the natives are not that simple, and they have hit the sore spot of this adult... He has no energy to fight with our old buddies."

"But what he said was true, it was indeed an opportunity."

"If you can make achievements..."

Shaking his head slightly, Pude didn't intend to continue to think about this question, it was meaningless: "Forget it, it's better to think about how to teach Ian."

"In those days, how did my mother enlighten me on the path of sublimation..."

Thinking about this, the white-haired old man disappeared at the end of the street surrounded by guards.

Inside the Viscount Mansion.

Standing by the window, looking at the sea in the distance, the man whose expression was soothing and comfortable gradually became solemn.

"Indigenous..."

Alone, he chewed the word in a low voice.

The man closed his eyes, then opened them, his pale blue eyes flickered, and his tone was solemn: "Sure enough, those savages knew about the existence of the South China Sea seabed ruins group."

"But they were doomed to fail."

"Because they don't have a 'key'."

After a long silence, Viscount Grant stared at the sea in the distance before sighing softly: "When the Grand Duke of Junlingbao was able to become independent from the empire, he obtained the sacred relic 'Apocalypse Armed' from the labyrinth of the relics of the previous era..."

"My Relic Labyrinth..."

at the same time.

Late at night, just south of Port Harrison, the junction of the offshore and the far-sea.

A shadow chopped the waves, passed through the stacked tides in the dark, and flew across the sea.

Hilliard, with a long sword at his waist and the reins in his hand, stands on an indigenous canoe. The canoe has no oars and no sails, but its speed is extremely fast. In just a few breaths, it crosses 100 meters and gallops towards the depths of the sea.

The source of the boat’s power was naturally irrelevant to him. One end of the rein in the gray-haired knight’s hand was submerged into the sea, and a huge shadow was swimming rapidly in the water. Judging from the dorsal fin and the solid, iron-like scales around his body, The body of the shadow is a large predator in the surrounding waters, an adult ironclad shark.

Driving the ironclad shark and making the other party pull the boat to rush through the sea like a dog sled, Hilliard quickly reached his goal.

Directly above a deep shadow in the sea.

"Good, stop."

Calling softly, the iron armored shark swimming in the water stopped obediently, and the whole body sank like a stone toward the depths of the seabed, causing Hilliard to laugh: "It's really an iron head... Swimming around here. Let's swim, I'll call you later, and you'll come over again."

Under the clear instructions, the shadow in the sea twisted, and then left obediently, leaving the old knight alone and in a boat.

After the ironclad shark left temporarily, Hilliard watched the turbulent sea seriously, and then stretched out his hand, palm facing down.

The golden radiance of the source material condensed in the palm of his hand, and the fiery light was like a flame, turning into a small sun, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.

Its brilliance is even more condensed, going straight into the depths of the sea, intending to illuminate the body of the ancient, huge and profound thing hidden in it.

For a time, schools of fish wandering in the sea, floating jellyfish and all kinds of odd-shaped objects were attracted by this brilliance, and instinctively wanted to get close - but an invisible force made these mindless stupid beasts dare not rashly approach , can only linger in place, looking up at the light above the ocean in awe and fear.

But there is a limit to the light. Hilliard's source light penetrates into the sea water nearly a thousand meters deep, and still can't detect the bottom.

However, this was not his purpose.

"coming."

In a low voice, Hilliard sensed that his Origin Quality had received feedback, and he hurriedly retracted his Origin Quality Light, then frowned, looking at the changes in the shadows in the depths of the ocean.

So, the next moment.

With the evacuation of the golden source light, in the depths of the seabed, in the huge and square shadows, golden-red light spots like flames suddenly lit up, releasing terrifying heat and strong light.

They are so fiery and bright, shining one after another in the surrounding waters, like stars lit up on this dark and deep sea curtain.

The fish and all kinds of creatures in the sea fled in panic at the moment when the light spot lit up, as if to avoid the imminent death god, even the previous iron shark fled in a hurry, and only dared to turn his head at a great distance. , staring tremblingly at the sea that has begun to gradually boil.

And some sea beasts that didn't have time to escape, quietly peeled off their flesh and blood under the light of the light, their internal organs were completely boiled, and only the bones became crispy and white, slowly falling toward the depths of the sea.

Above the sea, a large white fog has risen, and even subtle lightning can be seen spreading in the fog, criss-crossing.

The flames of the villages and outposts on the shore were burning, and in the depths of the sea, in the middle of the dark mountains, a flame was rising and burning.

"really."

Staring at the fire in the water, among the huge bubbles and white steam clouds rising from the ocean, Hilliard whispered in a heavy voice: "The group of ruins... is undergoing a mutation."

"If this continues, unimaginable disasters will sweep across the entire South Ridge, and even the entire coastal area of ​​the southern waters of Terra."

"And the more important question is..."

Raising his head and looking back at the cities and villages along the coast, Hilliard stared at the flames that had gradually been extinguished along the coast, and muttered to himself, "Where is the key?"

"You can open the labyrinth in advance and reset the 'four keys' of the ruins. Whose hands are there?"

At this moment, in Harrison Harbor.

When Ian returned home, he also sat on the bed and breathed slowly.

He adjusted the flow of the source essence in his body, and gradually converged at the heart, intertwined with the virtual source essence, and derived various structures.

The flame in the boy's body is also burning.