Above The Sky

"calm down……"

Scott opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, but after taking such a breath, a strong smell of blood came.

It could be vaguely seen that there were several corpses crawling on the ground at the bottom of the tower, and the semi-solidified blood was overflowing all over the ground.

Indeed, the elite hunters who were originally scheduled to attack this tower were blocked, but after completing their tasks, the hunters who attacked other towers realized that their companions were missing, so they came here to investigate, and planned to solve the problem easily. Accidentally lost target.

Because the time dragged on for too long, the indigenous stamina was too much, and the windbreaker was on the verge of failure, which was a drag on the action, so Scott and his comrades took advantage of the other party's carelessness and successfully killed these elite hunters.

The price is that in the four-person team, only Scott is still alive.

"Must start the artillery launch successfully...must start the artillery launch successfully..."

Smelling the blood of his comrades and the natives, and hearing the furious roar of the crocodile dragon in the distance, Scott's hands were trembling at this moment, and he couldn't even grasp the sackcloth he usually wiped the gun barrel and the inner wall of, and he would only repeat his heart in his mouth. The most obsessive phrase.

But he was not a gunner at first, and although he saw a lot of them, he could only control the artillery to aim and fire.

——How to repair the broken artillery? How does he know!

Sincerely pray that the unhappy machine soul will return to peace? This is a good idea, but the Tool Spirit sect should be a small minority in the empire...

Thoughts have begun to fly far into the distance in confusion, and there is not much time left for Scott.

With the sudden vibration of the earth, the entire tower began to shake slightly, and even scattered lime debris fell from it.

The roar of the crocodile dragon and the screeching of the etheric weapons tearing the air are getting closer, and the battle between Viscount Grant and the great shaman can span half the city in a few minutes.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was intentional, the battlefield on both sides was visibly moving towards the sea with the turbulent waves, which was almost boiling.

This tower is on the periphery of their trajectory!

"...No, we have to go."

After being hit on the head by a falling masonry, he reached out to touch his head in a daze, but could only touch a handful of blood mixed with dust. At this moment, Scott suddenly realized his current situation.

——He is indeed completely clueless about alchemy artillery, just because he doesn't want to let the sacrifices of his comrades in vain be in vain, he reluctantly dumps these inscription instruments that he doesn't understand at all.

But the current situation will not change even if he dies, because inscriptions are just like mathematics, no or no.

If you don't want to be buried with your comrades and natives, you have to leave.

Although he thought so, when Scott stumbled to the bottom of the tower and wanted to open the latch to leave, he was stunned to realize that the entire structure of the tower had been slightly deformed due to the previous earthquake. The log door was stuck at the door frame, no matter how much he pushed or hit it, he couldn't shake it.

"It looks like I'm really going to die, but unfortunately I didn't say goodbye to my mother in the morning..."

Exhausted, when he finally realized that he had been declared dead, Scott was sitting in a pool of blood while crying and laughing. Who can tell who?

Only at this moment can I realize that this soldier in the light armor of the City Guard is just a young guy who has not even grown the hair on his mouth, at most fourteen or fifteen years old.

However, not long after Scott gave up the struggle completely.

The hurried wind whistling outside the tower seemed to stop for a moment.

Then, the resigned young city guard suddenly raised his head and looked at the gate of the tower in astonishment.

Because, just now, he seemed to hear someone pushing the door!

"...Is it really locked..."

Listening attentively, Scott vaguely heard a slightly immature, but unusually calm muttering to himself from the loud and noisy wind outside: "It seems that I can only kick it away."

... kicked away?

Because of exhaustion, blood loss, and the sluggishness of despair, Scott didn't understand what the so-called 'kick away' actually meant.

But in the next instant, he understood.

boom! With a vigorous kick and bombardment of the building door, the entire building door panel collapsed backward with a 'bang'.

There was a strange warm wind and rain outside the building, and it passed the stunned Scott with the entire door panel, and then slammed into the inner wall of the tower.

The sound of rain suddenly became clear.

Turning his head blankly, staring at the door panel, the young city guard turned his head blankly again and looked at the door.

The rain poured down, the lightning flashed, and a figure in a native scorpion stood at the door.

Even, the other party has just withdrawn his legs - he can't see that the slender and well-proportioned body can burst out with such great strength.

Before Scott could react, he had already seen the face of the boy in the hood, and then he was startled again.

"...Ian?"

Although this news was not deliberately spread, the news of a young psyker in Port Harrison was somewhat of a big news of the year.

Scott is not a citizen of white, and he is not familiar with the appearance of the psionic boy, but it is not enough that he cannot recognize it when he sees it face to face.

"You know me? That's easy."

Turning his head, Ian saw a wolf city guard in a pool of blood with a dusty face. He just swept over the corpse next to him, and he knew what had just happened: "It's amazing, it actually defended the aboriginal attack, but the alchemy Is there still a problem with the artillery?"

"Can you take me to see the situation?"

In theory, Scott should be on guard at this time, telling the other party that the tower is already unstable and may collapse at any time-what are you thinking of artillery, hurry up and run!

"The artillery is on it, the natives are not destroyed, but there is no way to launch..."

But I don't know why, as Ian gave the order of course, he nodded mysteriously, struggled to stand up from the pool of blood, then took the other party up to the gun turret, and explained the current situation to him as succinctly as possible: "The structure of the gun barrel There is no problem with the crystal sand dust, the gunpowder is very dry, I suspect there is a problem with the igniter..."

"Damn, how could I say these things?"

Scott didn't understand his actions at all. After he brought Ian to the alchemy cannon, he wanted to escape immediately... The roar of the giant beast outside became more and more real, and the shaking of the tower became more and more violent. Leading the way is already the limit, why stay and waste time explaining these superficial and ridiculous remarks?

But in a trance, the faces of those dead comrades appeared in his mind.

Those, just because he was young, protected him behind him, even if he couldn't do anything well, the comrades-in-arms who kept him alive...their faces.

--In no mood.

No, sorry for their blood.

"Thank you, very helpful."

Taking off his robe, Ian immediately focused his attention on the huge alchemy creation in front of him. The boy's eyes were hot and pure: "I haven't had a chance to get started. This time I can analyze the structure well..."