Above The Sky

The old knight did not deliberately exert force to urge his own source material to flow, so that the sea area with a radius of tens of meters in the center was calm.

If Ian were present at this moment and observed using the vision of precognition, he would have noticed in amazement that under his teacher's seemingly old skin, the tough and heavy high-density body tissue formed an orderly structure like a metal crystal, while the old man The bones, internal organs, and mysterious sublimation lines of the body produce a huge amount of flesh and blood essence, which is the purest source essence. Even if it is only condensed in the body, it is enough to cause the visible spiritual energy field to linger around it, radiating out An illusory light and shadow like a metal mountain peak.

In front of him were two tumultuous super-giant moray eels nearly 100 meters long, or even more than 100 meters long—one of them released dark blue lightning arcs all over their bodies, and the other just stirred their tails. One after another huge current vortex was created in the surrounding waters.

In front of these two giant eels, the huge waves caused by the big storm were as threatening as the water waves that the children raised in the bathtub.

But facing the tall man in front of them, they were unable to move forward, and could only utter a high-frequency, harsh roar that was inaudible to humans.

"Did the natives let you drive the sea beasts to attack Port Harrison?"

Staring at the two giant beasts in front of him, Hilliard, who blocked most of the sea beasts and the two totem spirits, sighed: "The totem spirits of the aborigines in the redwood forest are all big beasts close to the third energy level. Now that I think about it, it must have something to do with the energy leaking from the ruins..."

"I can't let you go."

A silver brilliance lit up in the eyes of the old knight, and countless light curtains flashed in front of him.

Although he lost almost all of his sublimation abilities, even if his physical strength was 100%, he still had less than 10%, but in the face of two big eels that had not yet reached the third energy level, he would not be in any danger.

"Is Ian safe now?"

Hilliard even had the strength to turn his head sideways. He looked worriedly at Harrison Harbor, where the sound of continuous explosions was heard. The silver halo seemed to be able to penetrate the distant time and space to determine what information, and then shook his head slightly: "Fortunately... He is so smart, he will definitely protect himself."

The old knight was right.

It's just that Ian now not only wants to protect himself, but even wants to protect others.

At least keep your house.

"I can't let them go on like this - if it goes on like this, my house will be demolished!"

As soon as Ian got home, he sent his younger brother Elan into the refuge room. The little guy didn't understand what the crisis situation was, he giggled and wanted to reach out and pat his face, making the boy angry Laughed once.

In the vision horizon, the blood-colored mist on Elan's body is very conspicuous, but it is far less thick than two months ago. For the current Ian, this is the performance of safety and his own strength improvement.

However, this blood color has a tendency to gradually thicken.

No way, the underground refuge room was originally very safe, and could even prevent the rain from pouring back, but according to the current script of the power armor fighting the giant monsters, I am afraid that half of Harrison Harbor will be demolished when the battle is over, and Ian's house is probably no exception. .

The direction that the dragon and the power armor are now moving is exactly the 'refugee area' formed by the natives attacking villages in various places two months ago, and many survivors gathered in the port!

Most of these refugees built shacks next to the original square. When the storm came, they took refuge in the shelters built by the City Hall and the Chamber of Commerce. It was very close to the Viscount Palace and the population was extremely dense.

Just right in the most dangerous combat zone.

Viscount Grant is still fighting with the Crocodile Dragon. The Crocodile Dragon can't do anything about the ether weapon that can fly freely in the sky, but the Viscount can't stop the Crocodile Dragon from destroying the city, let alone killing each other.

The battle between the two sides is difficult to separate, but as long as the winner is determined, it is enough to distinguish the high and low for the next ten years. If the empire wins, it may completely suppress the indigenous people of the Redwood Forest to the south of the Elephant Bone Mountain. narrow area.

All it takes is a wedge to tip the balance of victory and defeat.

The problem is, there is no second Ascendant in the whole city who can intervene in their battle... Who can be that wedge?

"Only alchemical artillery."

Ian's eyes turned to the tower around his house.

Because he killed the elite native hunters who went to raid the tower, it didn't affect it - but for some reason, maybe because it was too far, the tower didn't attack when the spirit of the mountain tide invaded the city , so instead survived the second wave of indigenous attacks.

Squinting his eyes, Ian took a deep breath, thinking of the wailing of the civilians who were slaughtered by native hunters not long ago, and the cry of a boy who was a little younger than himself two months ago: "Perhaps there are still intact alchemy. artillery."

"That's the key."

He made up his mind: "It's time to go."

So Ian got up.

Set off.

The urban area of ​​Port Harrison is not large, and the population returning in winter does not exceed 50,000. It is only by virtue of the cruising guards and the affiliated villages and towers scattered in the jungle that the actual control area can be spread to the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

However, even though an extremely tight defense network was arranged, Viscount Grant still spent a lot of money to build independent guard towers in various districts in the city to provide firepower suppression for the defending troops when the natives might invade the city in the future.

This precaution is not a waste, because no matter who knows, if the imperial people at that time did not talk to the Sequoias, the final result must be that the Sequoias convened the ministries and all the totem spirits and vowed to raze it at that time. Port Harrison, a wooden fortress village - as long as the imperial people hold the town, and then slowly build walls and build real fortresses and castles, then the plan of the natives to drive out the outsiders will be a complete failure.

Based on the cognition of this "decisive battle", basically all Harrison porters supported the construction of these city defense facilities, and even personally moved bricks, stones and wood to help build the rammed earth.

In the more than 30 years of Chengping, the defenses of the towers in the city have long been relaxed, and there are even often indigenous people entering and leaving the city, smuggling or developing offline.

But because of the sudden attack two months ago, the martial law Port Harrison not only rebuilt the defenses of the towers in the city, but even equipped the towers in several key areas with expensive alchemy artillery.

The tower on the coastal road in the east of the city is such a tower with an alchemy cannon.

But the strange thing is, whether it was the raid by the native elite hunters before, or the crocodile dragon breaking through the city wall, the tower did not respond - it stood still in the sudden wind and rain, no artillery fire, and no crossbow shot. , even the lights were not lit, and it was as silent as death.

There may be many, but the truth is simple.

The alchemy cannon is broken.

"...No, no, I can't move at all..."

A city guard in leather armor was already sweating profusely. At this moment, he was groping up and down in front of a cylindrical artillery with the thickness of the upper body of an ordinary person and a length of more than three meters. The inscription on the disc-shaped chassis, from time to time, probed into the inside of the muzzle to find the problem, and I didn't know what to do.