Above The Sky

"Looks...really good!"

Swallowing, Ian resisted the 'craving' and 'hunger' coming from all over the body.

He can now be sure that the flesh and blood or internal organs fragments in his hands are absolutely valuable and cherish it very much.

In the vision horizon, his arm-sized piece of flesh was dark purple, and there was even a faint hint of light blue aura flowing in its center...

"Gray, white, blue, purple, blue... Ordinary people, strong people, first energy level, second energy level, and third energy level..."

The swamp crocodile dragon under the control of the great shaman is worthy of being the totem master, and it does have the potential of close to the third energy level, but because of the serious injury decades ago, it has not been able to return to its normal state, let alone advanced.

Closing his eyes and closing his vision of vision, Ian realized that if he continued to use his psionic powers, he might not have the strength to go home.

"I don't understand the powerful totem spirit material with the potential of the third energy level, but the teacher definitely knows how to use it."

Taking this nest-like crystal flesh and blood into his arms, Ian drank some rainwater, regained some physical strength, and then started to head back towards his home.

Along the way, he looked around the dilapidated cities around him, as well as the corpses and pieces of flesh and blood mixed in the muddy water, and couldn't help sighing: "Is this the Terra Continent... a world where ordinary people are precarious."

"It still needs to be stronger."

The battle for the redwood forest, which lasted more than two months, is over.

At least, that's how it was for him.

The other side of Port Harrison.

"There is an abnormality in the heart of the ether furnace."

He was thrown by the crocodile dragon, but it was not a big problem. Viscount Grant, who was still in 80% of the state, did not chase the fleeing totem master at the first time.

On the contrary, he took off his helmet, shook his hair, then turned his head with a serious expression, and looked at the twisted structure on the side of his armor: "The booster pipe is twisted...then don't chase."

As the name suggests, aether armament is a battle armor with an aether hearth as the main body. Although some aether armaments are giant weapons, most of them are in the form of armor to protect the driver.

Viscount Grant knows very well that even if he ignores the damage to his armor, he will have no results in catching up. The ether arm needs to use element crystals as fuel, and element crystals are rare and precious strategic materials, which are generally distributed by the imperial capital to officials of various provinces. With the nobles, his own inventory is very small, and without the material support of the imperial capital, there is no way to urge the Ether Armament to run for a long time.

The resources of the imperial capital have not yet arrived, and even if he catches up, he can only continue to fight for ten minutes.

Under the operation of the big shaman, no matter how seriously the Crocodile Dragon was injured, it would be no problem to support it for more than ten minutes. At that time, without the assistance of the ether weapon, if he wanted to keep the opponent, he really had to fight for his life.

If you can win, why fight for your life?

not to mention……

It is a good thing that the other party is alive.

"Only when there is such a troublesome foreign enemy, Harrison Port is a chicken rib... and only when I can guarantee the suppression of the Sequoia natives, the imperial capital will not feel that the place is corrupt, and someone else will take over the mess."

"Similarly, only when there are such troublesome foreign enemies, the imperial capital will release the jurisdiction of some resources."

Raising his head, the Viscount looked towards the direction in which the crocodile dragon fled. He narrowed his eyes: "And, sure enough."

The middle-aged nobleman whispered to himself, his tone like ice: "They can perceive the key."

"It seems that the key obtained from the survivors of the escort was not the only one, but one of several keys kept by the natives."

Viscount Grant didn't know whether the natives knew about the ruins, and what they regarded as the ruins. He just knew that the natives had keys that could open the ruins.

This is the secret that a shaman with great prestige among the indigenous people said after being fed Veritaserum by captives - the Sequoia clan in the past was really one, and the clan kept the secret key left by the ancestors, which can be opened The ancient secret treasure house can also lead the tribe to take refuge there in times of crisis.

——The Ancestor's Secret Treasure, isn't it the ruins of the previous era?

Only the old Viscount Grant and his knights knew this, and now, only himself and his knight Yam.

"If the labyrinth takes shape, the empire will definitely send people to explore and develop it."

"Medium and large mazes generally take four to five years or even longer, and the existence of mazes is a huge resource point. If you want to fully develop it, it may not take more than ten years."

"I still have more than ten years to prepare... it's still too late."

Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant did not feel that the hidden resources and secrets in this ruin would allow him to ascend to the sky in one step and become an independent grand duchy like the Fortress of the Mountains.

Even if it could be done, he wouldn't do it.

You know, if it wasn't for the turmoil in the Dark Mountains northwest of Terra, Junling Fort would have been wiped out by the empire long ago, and the Apocalypse Armed Forces would not be able to help them stop the army of millions.

However, helping them go a step further and become a field hereditary earl on the frontier of the empire, a true southern soil emperor... but it is very possible.

It's all about the future.

Viscount Grant put his thoughts down and looked around Port Harrison.

At this moment, the city was in a mess, many towers were destroyed, and the roads and houses collapsed and sank in large areas, submerged by mud and water.

The city where the crocodile dragon ravaged was so miserable. Although the urban area in the northeast was intact, most of the Jinghua area closest to the coast was destroyed.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the port itself is still in good condition. Although the fishing industry will be hit, it will not fall into famine after the war.

"After the big storm, this year's farmland is considered to be no harvest."

Even a man who has always had weak feelings can't help but sigh worriedly at this moment: "Originally, Port Harrison has not recovered from the last big storm... Now it's even more troublesome, I can only see if I can buy some food from the north. "

"Fortunately, I have prepared well for a long time, and I have enough food for a month, but it is impossible for people to eat salted fish all the time."

There are so many things to think about after the war. Viscount Grant shook his head. He put on his helmet, activated the Apocalypse Armament, and prepared to return to the Viscount Mansion: "Normal production can be resumed next year."

"We can only be thankful that the natives were hit harder."

Humming, although the etheric hearth on the back was running a little stagnant, but with the steam pushing, the dark blue full body armor still floated in the air, and then disappeared in a flash.

Viscount House.

When Viscount Grant returned, the entire Viscount mansion was already in a state of stability. Under the command of the financial officer Lamar, many guards and attendants who did not escape were reorganizing the line of defense and putting away the corpses in the courtyard.

The corpses of their own people are placed in the hall to wipe the muddy water, and the indigenous ones are thrown in the corner, and they will be dealt with later.

"Everyone, you've worked hard."

The Ether Armor was nearly four meters tall, and even Viscount Grant, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, looked short.

But when the Viscount stepped out of the control compartment in front of the armor and unplugged the connecting wires at the spine and back of the neck, the huge armor began to deform spontaneously-accompanied by the sound of mechanical fitting, the cavity was sunken, almost In just a few seconds, the huge armor folded and shrunk, turning into a light blue metal pillar that was almost a prism behind the Viscount.

The prism was manipulated by the Viscount to suspend the water vapor behind him. He stepped into the mansion and announced to everyone: "This time, we have been able to defend our homeland. You have made great contributions and deserve to be rewarded."

"After the storm, all those who fought in the city will be rewarded, they are the real brave, but you will get more. Lamar, go to my vault later, the warriors who are willing to protect my mansion deserve more. Many awards."

The existence of the Viscount is enough to be reassuring, not to mention that he has shown the strength that is not inferior to his father, enough to compete with the terrifying crocodile dragon of the natives - hearing him announce this, low cheers sounded in the mansion, and Grant The Viscount watched this scene with a smile.

Soon, he assigned the next repair and maintenance tasks, and then selected several warriors with sufficient physical strength to help those who were invaded by the crocodile dragon psionic field, but there may be survivors in the neighborhood to rescue the living people, He personally gave them shelter against the wind and rain.

This action aroused a burst of admiration and emotion. The selected guards felt extremely honored by this. They swore that they would never fail the trust of the Lord, that they would abide by the chivalry spirit, rescue the innocent, and never abandon any of the residents.

The Viscount is neither generous nor stingy. He is ruthless, but he will also show the responsibility that a qualified noble should have. It is as if he does not care that the hall of his carefully set up mansion becomes a place for displaying corpses, nor does he care. His flowerbed was trampled and ravaged by those rude guards.

He doesn't care that for his own purposes, the entire Port of Harrison will always be under the threat of the natives, just like today, the city is destroyed and there are many casualties.

He never cared about very little.

The task was arranged, and the Viscount himself came to the second floor.

"My dear...Thanks to you."

Seeing that his treasurer was preparing to go to the vault to prepare the bounty to be issued later, Grant breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a step forward and hugged the red-haired beauty from behind: "If it wasn't for you to help command, I'm afraid my mansion would have been breached by the group of natives."