Above The Sky

"good chance!"

Viscount Grant, who had been in mid-air all the time, condescendingly suppressed the crocodile dragon, flashed this idea in his mind. He immediately held his sword in both hands, and a large amount of steam spewed out between the opening and closing of the armor of the ethereal arm armor. A low hum.

As a large amount of steam gathered, a white high-pressure water jet formed on the crystal sword. It was several meters long and vibrated rapidly.

With the scream of tearing the air, the Viscount swung out his sword, and the water blade shot straight towards the other side of the crocodile dragon's flank—as the fleeting water blade slashed the rain curtain, floating between the two. The flying building fragments and wooden blocks all shattered in response.

scoff! It was like the sound of iron blades tearing leather, but it was a hundred times louder. A huge sword mark slammed across the Crocodile Dragon, and the orange-red blood burst out, and the swaying Crocodile Dragon was in pain again And the sharp roar, the connection between its left foot and the body exposed a white color, and it was a serious injury that could be seen deep in the bone!

"Okay, I won!"

Ecstasy welled up in his heart, Viscount Grant already knew the outcome of the battle at this moment, so even if he saw the crocodile dragon flicking its tail furiously, slapped horizontally at himself who was overloaded with the Aether Armament, and could not move quickly for the time being, he would still Not panicking, but laughing and being slapped with a tail, crashing into the street in the distance.

"Failed……"

At this moment, the great shaman tried his best to suppress the crocodile dragon's pain, anger, and incomparably thick fear, which made it almost want to turn around and run away.

The old man who had integrated himself into the sea of ​​crocodile dragon consciousness was sinking like water: "Fate? Someone could just hit an old wound many years ago with a cannon..."

Even in a fatal predicament, the great shaman did not panic, he had already lived enough, and death was not enough to shake him: "The old wound penetrated deep into the internal organs, and the left midfoot was almost immobile. It's impossible to go back the same way."

The old man raised his head and looked at the ocean with surging waves: "The spirits of Teng Tide and Gulang have not come so far. Are they in trouble, or not enough sacrifices? Well, this is the only way to survive."

But just when the great shaman made up his mind and was about to leave, a deep and huge, but slightly messy will entered his heart: [——Kill! 】

[Life, plunder, restore...kill! 】

"calm."

The big shaman sighed, he knew that it was the will of the Crocodile Dragon, and that he, who was integrated with the other party, would also become part of this scattered and dazed will in the future.

Only now, he still has overwhelming control: "Let's go, Mountain Master, we have failed again."

"But as long as you can return to Elephant Bone Mountain, we still have a chance..."

The big shaman knows very well that if he doesn't retreat, even the now severely injured himself can easily destroy half of Harrison Harbor. Even if he doesn't control himself and indulges the ferocity of the crocodile dragon, he can kill several people before he dies. Thousands of people.

But what's the point of that? He still has a successor, but the mountain owner doesn't. When Viscount Grant calms down, he won't have a chance to run.

The big shaman appeased the crocodile dragon and exerted his will. Immediately, the giant beast that was still screaming suddenly stopped all instinctive reactions.

In the blink of an eye, this giant beast flew towards the near sea of ​​Harrison Harbor in a mechanical, stable, as if not familiar with his own body, but in a very fast way!

The mud in the ground was rushing, causing the houses on the left and right sides of the Crocodile Dragon to sway like grass and trees under a gust of wind, collapse into ruins, and make way for the beast to escape.

But other than that, it didn't do anything. Even if it was not far from the tower that fired the shells that hit it hard and reversed the tide of the battle, the Crocodile Dragon didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​changing its trajectory to take revenge. A resolute and unstoppable momentum plunged into the sea, making the tide roll.

Orange-red bloodstains spread in the sea and spread all the way to the distance.

"……what?"

Ian, who was ready for the third shot, waited for the Crocodile Dragon to come to take revenge on him, and then shot the second "weak point" on the opponent's head.

It was hard for him to imagine that a furious beast would not take revenge—no matter how he tried to escape, theoretically, when he encountered an enemy who could take revenge easily, he would definitely raise the other party easily, right?

Unexpectedly, the other party is so sensible that even a low-level hand is not low-hand, it is really powerful.

"Okay, at least we won."

It’s not a pity for Ian, it’s a good thing not to take risks and fight the crocodile dragon. He turned his head to the side, shocked at Scott, who couldn’t even believe that he could really change the situation on the battlefield together: “The tower is about to collapse. , let's go first."

The foundation of Harrison Port was originally quite solid, but under the power of the crocodile dragon shaking the earth, the original solid rock burst into cracks, and the solid soil layer also turned into mud. The ink pen slanted the next stroke, and the ink spread and festered everywhere.

The foundation of this tower is naturally also within the scope of influence. According to Ian's estimation, the terrain of the entire Harrison Port may have changed, and one-third of the city needs to be rebuilt... But in contrast, it is only said that the city is buried. The indigenous elite of the Redwood Forest has been able to make the indigenous tribes of the Redwood Forest unable to breathe for more than ten years, let alone the battlefield outside the city that may still exist.

"It's too late, jump out of the window."

Ian has sensed that the tilt of the tower is accelerating, and while it looks fine now, it will collapse in at most ten seconds.

The boy didn't say a word, and after seeing that the water and mud below were full, he kicked Scott, who was still in a trance and wonder, out of the window, and then jumped himself into the muddy water.

Scott fell badly, ate a few big mouthfuls of mud, and after a while, he got up groggy and crawled to the side to relieve his breath, while Ian just rolled and relaxed.

At the same time, the tower behind him collapsed as expected, and a low explosion sounded, which was probably because the gunpowder in the base was ignited by the residual heat of the artillery.

To be honest, Ian's first impression was not the lighthearted pleasure of repelling the enemy at all, but the feeling that he was about to fly.

"It's too windy!"

The windbreaker was on the verge of failure, and Ian held onto a raised rock on the ground to barely make sure he wasn't blown away by the wind.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, and found that purple thunders criss-crossed, and there were several lightning strikes every second. The rain cloud whirlwind that was visible to the naked eye was slowly hitting the Baisen Mountains on the southwest side, blooming innumerable. At the same time, the electric light also collapsed into a mountain torrent and heavy rain, and the cloud column transpiring to the sea in the distance still did not shrink in the slightest, and even expanded, turning into a cloud wall and fog cliff connecting the sky and the sea.

Because the rain clouds hit the mountains and dissipated, the wind weakened slightly, but the rain was more abrupt. If it was just pouring down before, now it is more like the entire sky has turned into a waterfall.

The big storm has just begun...