Above The Sky

"Shh...this is no longer your territory. Mountain master, don't be rashly angry..."

Just as the huge crocodile dragon pushed down the city gate and stared into the city, as his anger gradually rose, a weak voice came from above.

Between the two raised scales and spines on the forehead of the crocodile dragon, there is a vague figure breathing weakly, as if sitting cross-legged on a seat made of flesh and blood of giant beasts.

But if you look closely, you can find that the flesh-and-blood seat is essentially a twisted and blurred lower body of a person, and under the seat, there are red-red twisted flesh and blood rhizomes spreading, one after another from the blood vessels and nerves alienated from the roots. It must use the blurred figure as the source, plunge into the head of the crocodile dragon, and exchange dark purple fluorescent liquid back and forth.

Aboriginal great shaman, Animu Deepmarsh breathed gently, his lower body has become a distorted flesh and blood base, and he is embedded in the head of the mountain tide spirit, many hard thorns in the crown.

Half of his body rested on a thick stone thorn, and there were no eyeballs in his eyes, only a deep depression.

But in contrast, following the words of the great shaman, the crocodile dragon's eyeballs twirled smartly. Following his intentions, the crocodile dragon who was originally accumulating anger and preparing to roar to announce that he had returned to his homeland would no longer move. , actually suppressed his desire to destroy.

It just roared, the invisible psychic field vibrated in all directions, and the surrounding city wall structure slowly collapsed in the shaking of earth and stone, like a gravel castle melting in the tide.

At the same time, the soil in the surrounding earth also began to surging against gravity - gravel, the mud condensed into a solid dirt road under the will of the giant beast, and the muddy water mixed with a large number of impurities washed away all the impurities above. thing.

"let's go."

The big shaman gave the order softly, and the giant beast stepped on the dirt road that he had created, followed by several young shamans and warriors pouring into the city with a small number of natives.

The Animus is very old and very old. Decades ago, the first generation of imperial settlers, escorted by the Knights of the old Viscount Grant, arrived at Southridge Bay and started the construction of Harrison Harbor. One of the most prestigious shamans of the Great Redwood tribes.

When other prestigious shamans were killed in the war with the imperial people, and died under the crystal sword and air blade of the old Viscount Grant, he who had been lucky to survive gradually became the only great shaman.

Then, it was one person who took up the heavy responsibility and continued to fight, kill, and sacrifice with the imperial people...

and the final peace talks.

To be honest, the Animus had no additional hatred for the Imperials.

For him, the Empire is nothing but a huge tribe on the land of Terra Continent, with its own chieftains, warriors, shamans and hunters.

And the behavior of the other party's invasion of themselves is no different from the behavior of their natives to conquer each other and plunder the sacrifices.

He was also quite envious that the imperial people had their own sublimation power without sacrificing to many mountain masters and sea spirits.

At least, they won't be hungry and don't have to eat people.

"Isn't that nice?"

If he could, he also wanted to be an imperial man, just like those mountain people further north, who received an invitation after the defeat, joined the empire happily, and began to disobey the teachings of his ancestors, learning to farm, shepherd and settle.

And the originally brave hunter has even become the mainstay of the Southern Frontier Corps.

"Unfortunately... we are not them."

——Sequoia people have their own missions and secrets.

Animu raised his head, his empty eye sockets looked towards the land of storms raging in the south - at the same time, the crocodile dragon under the great shaman also turned his head, and his six red eyes like gems stared into the distance.

——There, there is the sacred place of their Sequoia people, as well as the heritage handed down by their ancestors.

For the legacy and sacred relics, the ancestors of the Sequoia people split into various tribes, killing and sacrificing each other, losing countless inheritances and mysteries, which also led to the fact that when facing the imperial immigrants, the Sequoia people who clearly had superior power at that time actually Under the attack of a knight order, they were beaten and retreated, losing the entire misty bay and river marsh area, allowing them to build the current port of Harrison.

This is not a bad thing.

Because... if human beings want to unite, they must have a foreign enemy.

Up to now, the four indigenous tribes have been united, and many other small tribes have long been united-under the threat of the imperial people, the Sequoia people are as united as ever, as they were thousands of years ago.

"If it wasn't for the great storm eight years ago, one of the secret keys of inheritance would have been lost... the secret key might have been gathered long ago."

Withdrew his gaze, the sighing Great Shaman returned his gaze back to Port Harrison, and then firmly locked in the direction of the Viscount Mansion: "But these are all details."

"It's there."

The huge crocodile dragon roared. It sensed the two contradictory emotions of 'excitement' and 'calm' from the human above its head. It felt very uncomfortable and wanted to destroy and vent its anger.

But the behemoth couldn't get rid of the thought control of the human above his head at all, and could only obediently obey the other party's instructions and move forward.

The scarlet blood-colored roots that spread out from under the great shaman are very similar to the scarlet blood and ink he sacrificed in the pure sacrifice two months ago, and these roots mixed with blood vessels and nerves penetrate deep into the crocodile dragon's body. Deep in the brain, if necessary, it can even take over all the thinking and actions of the other party.

These roots are the pure essence of life condensed. They are the things that have been refined and merged from the lives of dozens, hundreds, or even more people. It is its power that allows the incomparably old shaman to take root in the Above the head of the spirit of the mountain tide, and control the opponent's every move.

——The mountain master wants the sacrifice of life... Then give it life.

But, the price is.

"Your life is my life."

Muttering in a low voice, the great shaman clearly sensed that there was a faint echo in the Viscount's mansion guiding him.

That is one of the four sacred relics of the Sequoia people, the fluctuation of the 'Key of the Sea'!

"The Holy Land is boiling, setting off huge waves and storms, and the keys are boiling too - despicable Imperial people, you cannot hide the ancestral relics that you have seized from our Sequoia Holy Land!"

After identifying the target, the old man sneered.

This is why he did not hesitate to consume the essence of the spirit of the sea of ​​​​trees for more than ten years, ate Futaba, predicted the date of the storm in the South China Sea and the action of Viscount Grant - only when the Holy Land is abnormal, the key will also change. And all of this can only be sensed by the Sequoia people who also have the secret key of the source quality deep in the blood, and it is impossible for those imperial people who do not have the same blood to know.

"Run over."

The great shaman gave orders.

So the mountain master moved forward.

The terrifying shaking occurred at the foot of the Crocodile Dragon.

Ordinary swamp crocodile dragons are most of the first energy level, and a small number of typical middle and low-level magical beasts of the second energy level. Generally, they are one meter five in height and no more than eight meters in length, but a crocodile dragon of the first energy level can do it. Against a full-fledged knight.

And the swamp crocodile dragon of the second energy level, even the smallest individual, has a body length of more than 15 meters, which is taller than ordinary people. After a long period of time, normal individuals can grow to five or six meters high, twenty It is many meters long, and it must be led by an elite professional agent to be able to win.

However, a swamp crocodile dragon that can be worshiped as a totem spirit and a mountain master, has survived for more than 150 years, has a basic psionic field, and is close to the third energy level... It cannot be judged by its race.

This beast is more than ten meters tall, even taller than a city wall or even a five-story tower when it holds its head high, and a giant beast with a length of more than 70 meters.

But now, it is not the Crocodile Dragon who controls this powerful body.

But Sequoia Shaman Animu.

At the moment when the crocodile dragon stepped, the violent shock caused the surrounding houses to shake violently, the glass was broken, the doors and windows were twisted, and the fragile ones collapsed directly.

The strong wind swept the debris of the building into the air, and the flying stones and wood fragments were accelerated to a dangerous level, and smashed the windows and door panels of the surrounding rows of houses. Fortunately, there are no pedestrians on the road now, otherwise it can almost be said that It was a massacre.

Even the solid bluestone road could not bear the weight of the giant beast and began to sag, but with the will of the great shaman, the surrounding land gathered like living creatures to take over the body of their master.

But this process also completely destroyed the streets of Port Harrison. Wherever the Crocodile Dragon passed, a jagged dirt road appeared.

like scars.

At this moment, all the remaining defensive towers in Harrison Harbor have already noticed this majestic behemoth. After a brief shock, they all launched their attacks in unison.

boom! The dazzling light bloomed, pulling out a two-meter-long electrified flame tongue, and a sound barrier cloud appeared. The atmosphere filled with heavy rain and strong winds was broken down in an instant, and a cylindrical hollow appeared.

The continuous eruption of alchemy artillery was like continuous thunder shaking on the ground. The shells of the front and rear pillars galloped at a speed that even the sound could not catch up, and bombarded the body of the crocodile dragon.

However, Crocodile Dragon just closed his eyelids.

As long as it moved forward, its ability was activated - the khaki mud was like a living creature, climbing up from the ground against the current, and creeping slowly on the surface of the giant beast.

It can be vaguely seen that tiny khaki spar shimmers in the center of the scales and the top of the spines of the Crocodile Dragon, and the dense rays of light are connected to each other, forming an incomparably complex network of light patterns.

It's a magnetic field, and it's not just a magnetic field... Invisible field diffusion, thick mud measured in meters as the first layer of non-Newtonian liquid armor, came into contact with those alchemical cannonballs that were enough to shatter the city wall.

- and then an explosion.

Boom boom boom! The powerful shock waves were like translucent rings. While driving out all the surrounding rainwater, it also brought a lot of smoke and steam, causing the rows of houses closest to the battlefield to collapse.

But as the smoke and dust dissipated, all the tower gunners were stunned to find that the layers of mud shields covering the crocodile dragon's body had been blasted away, and the semi-metallic scales under the shields also oozing blood...

They did injure the enemy, but for the second-level magical beast, such damage was only equivalent to being pierced by thorns.

Pain, but it does not affect the battle... Instead, it can accumulate anger and increase strength.

And their position was exposed by offense.