Above The Sky

"Fortunately, the terrain of Port Harrison is relatively high, otherwise it would have been flooded long ago - the word "cloud sea" is too vivid, isn't it that the small half of the sea has been steamed into clouds?"

Tucao, Ian looked at the young city guard beside him, and realized that although the other party was lying on the ground covered in mud, he couldn't be more embarrassed.

But because of this, the other party was not in danger of being blown away for the time being, so he simply got down and leaned over to the ground.

"Ian!"

At this moment, Ian heard some vague voices behind him. He turned his head and saw the young city guard struggling to raise his head in the storm. There seemed to be something complicated in the other's eyes, which made the boy willing to wait for him to cough a few times. Continue to speak: "I... my name is Scott, and now I am going to the Viscount Mansion to report."

The big boy hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want the Viscount to know about this?"

Scott is not stupid. He could see the abnormality of Ian, whether it was the aboriginal shroud he wore when he entered the tower before, or the power that burst out later, far surpassing the power of a child at his current age, all of which explained Ian's peculiarity.

It's not a strange thing that a single psionicist can explain. At first, Scott was still feeling that the other party was so young, and he had already inherited the mantle of Elder Pude, but later, he realized - Ian is absolutely There are bigger secrets.

"Well...I didn't care."

Ian pondered for a moment, he had actually considered how his powers would be exposed to others - the answer was no.

Not to mention that what he showed was only physical strength, with the shattered appearance of Port Harrison, Viscount Grant's treatment of 'talents' would definitely be 'better'.

He felt that it was a good choice for him to show more talent at this time.

But when Scott asked this, he suddenly thought of another possibility.

So Ian smiled and said, "Scott? I remember... As for the Viscount, let him know."

"But why don't you give it a try, saying that the two of us did it together?"

"I repaired the artillery to assist you in aiming and firing... Your comrades in arms must also need more pensions, right? No matter how intense and dangerous you are, add their names, I don't care, but Rather, I'm happy."

Saying so, Ian endured the dizziness of his brain, opened the vision of precognition, and stared at the young man who was crawling in the muddy water like himself: "Of course, this is just a suggestion."

He whispered softly, with a little temptation: "What do you want to do?"

"I……"

Scott paused for a while, he wasn't thinking or weighing, it was just that his brain didn't turn so fast - but the weather is not suitable for concentrating on thinking, so when he realized that the rain curtain was so big that it was about to hinder his breathing, he did so. He gritted his teeth and decided: "I think you should help you hide a little... They do need more pensions..."

The second half of the sentence was soft, but Ian could hear it.

At the same time, the mist lingering on Scott's body also formed in Ian's eyes.

"Huh?" Raising his eyelashes slightly, Ian was a little surprised because he saw a color he had never seen before: "Green?"

"This color..."

The first thing that appeared on Scott was a pale white breath, which proved that although Scott was trained, he was still not as good as a strong adult.

But soon, a touch of green that seemed to suggest "friendliness" lingered all over his body.

Ian has not completely figured out the scope and type of his psionic power now. It is not surprising that there are people on Terra Continent who have never been able to figure out the effect of their psionic power in their entire lives. Anyway, it does not prevent them from using it.

However, Ian guessed that, in addition to predicting future good and bad luck and cherishing, his psychic power can also have a glimpse of the function of 'danger and goodwill'.

Scott's green mist, obviously the opposite of the red hostility of the natives, represented the color of friendliness.

——This guy wants to help himself from the bottom of his heart.

After understanding this, Ian didn't say much: "Then go, think about what to say before you go, don't stutter... I'll go to other places to see the situation first."

"……I understand."

Scott nodded solemnly, then leaned against the wall of the alley, and walked slowly towards the city center - he knew that Ian had actions next, and maybe there were secrets, so naturally he wouldn't stay behind.

And Ian looked at the other party's back, thinking in his heart: "What a good and interesting person... It's not a bad thing to have such a friend in the city guards."

He will spend a long time in Port Harrison for a long time in the future. Before he grows up to be able to move freely across the continent, he needs a stable and safe base.

In this case, the fewer enemies in this place, the better, and the more friends the better.

Shaking his head slightly, Ian doesn't care whether his strength is exposed or not - for ordinary people, the strength he shows is incredible, but for a sublime like Viscount Grant, this is nothing more than a virtual source seed level, an apprentice's explosive power That's it.

At most, he felt that Elder Pude was really impatient, and he let him try to adapt to the virtual source species so early without doubting others.

As for Elder Purdue...the more talented he is, the better he is.

At this moment, the colors between heaven and earth are quite colorful.

Because the crocodile dragon was severely injured, its blood and various pieces of meat fluttered and danced in Harrison Harbor with the storm. In the eyes of Ian, who had opened the vision of precognition, it was the purple and dark blue mist that filled the sky, while constantly spreading and overflowing with the wind. , the gradient becomes blue, light blue and pure white.

This process is extremely magnificent, like the feeling of the sunrise changing color and refraction as the sun rises.

But that's not what Ian really cares about.

"Sure enough, there are still gains."

After careful observation, he finally found the most solid 'purple' among the changing colors in the sky!

That, because he bombarded the crocodile dragon, the 'purple sublimation material' that spewed out!

When aiming, Ian was thinking, as the mountain master and the totem spirit, the crocodile dragon in front of him may be the best source of monster material he could find in the entire Nanling.

Even if there is no way to obtain the core materials, even if you get a little flesh and blood, you can still eat it!

In the past two months, Ian has been eating fish, vegetables, and wheat porridge. To be honest, for someone like him who has some research on food, there are indeed few food materials.

"There are also material drops for repelling monsters, which is not bad."

Locking in the mist of purple aura, Ian walked low, almost swimming through Harrison Harbor, which had turned into a swamp country, until he reached the target—no one disturbed him along the way, and all ordinary people huddled in their shelters and shelters. room, and the natives have already fled.

Soon, he saw his goal.

Because of the rain, the orange-red crocodile dragon's blood was so thin that it was almost imperceptible, and the deep muddy water covered many things, but Ian's eyes could penetrate those mortal objects and reach the extraordinary crystals below.

"This is……"

Without hesitation, Ian took a deep breath and sank into the muddy water, and a few seconds later, the boy's figure reappeared, but at this time, he had a strange piece of meat the size of his arm in his hand.

This piece of meat is bluish-red, with a fine and flexible texture. It seems to be a fragment of some kind of internal organs. It feels like a good rubber. Even if the sword is cut hard, I am afraid it will not be able to cut its surface.

But the point is not the flesh and blood, but the dense and dense crystal lattice structure on the blue-red. The khaki hexagonal network structure looks like a honeycomb, emitting a little bit of fluorescence, like a lamp on the street at night. The half-bright algae oil lamp made the pieces of meat in the boy's hands have a non-biological and foreign texture.

Sublime the texture of the creature.

Boom-boom-boom!

Even in the great wind and rain, Ian's eyes could not help but lock on this peculiar crystal flesh.

--hunger.

The body was giving a notice, the muscles that consumed a lot of sugar contracted slightly, and the digestive system began to peristate, especially the liver, which had begun to sublimate, and it seemed to tell Ian its desire with a wonderful feeling.

--hunger.