Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 55: Soma fruit core

"The answer is psionic power!"

Ian doesn't intend to keep hiding. Now that the breeding factory and the surrounding villages have been attacked, the natives must be planning something that everyone doesn't know but is extremely dangerous.

Right now, instead of hiding his clumsiness, he might as well show his potential. In this way, he may get some resources as a guarantee before the danger comes.

"Sure enough, you awakened your psionic power at that time"

A little shocked, but more envious. During his recent observations, Brin had already confirmed that Ian was already a psyker, so he wasn't surprised.

What shocked him even more was that the other party was able to throw the Supor Sleeping Powder, which is not easy to collect for the natives, as a hidden weapon without any hesitation: "It's too wasteful, I really want to use Sleeping Powder as a hidden weapon, You can add some insect repellent grass seed powder and smoked wood bark, the effect is just as good, but the price is only one-tenth!"

Although a bag of confusion powder that can confuse people for five or six seconds costs several thalers, it is also much more cost-effective as a hidden weapon.

"That's all for the future, life is the most important thing now."

After placing Brin and letting the other party rest for a while, Ian walked into the forest and retrieved a dying, twisted figure with only one breath left.

It was the aboriginal swordsman who was in shock and had his arms broken and even his spine damaged by the bucket thrown by him with a full blow.

Ian's height is actually not as tall as this native hunter, and his figure is even more slender. With that pretty face, no matter how you look at it, he is more polite and should appear at the dance banquet.

However, he showed strength far superior to his own size, and easily picked up the native knife hand who was estimated to be heavier than him, and threw it in front of Brin.

"What?"

Brin, who was resting with his eyes closed, was taken aback, but when he opened his eyes and saw the native who was already foaming at the mouth, he immediately understood: "You want to take the survivors back for interrogation? It's very difficult. We can't run fast with this guy, if we are caught up by other indigenous hunter teams"

"No."

Ian's words were concise and firm, but Brin thought of the psionic ability that the other party could easily find himself and the natives, and could easily aim at the target in the dark, so he stopped expressing his opinion: "Okay, but I have to wait a little longer Yes, wait for the wound to stop bleeding."

"So fast?" Ian raised his head in surprise, he no longer hid, and the water-colored halo circulated in his pupils, looking at Brin's wound.

In the vision of foresight, Brin is a thick white figure with a faint layer of blood on his body, which seems to have just faded from a thicker color.

The place where the blood is the most intense is the lower lung where he was stabbed by the knife hand before.

However, when Ian brought the knife hand back, Brin applied the potion on himself, and now the **** wound was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally gradually turned into a slightly richer crimson than the rest of the body.

"Okay."

Brin stood up staggeringly, and the tall herbal picker said in a low voice, "It's still bleeding inside, but if it doesn't affect the action until tomorrow, I'll be the swordsman."

After speaking, he grabbed the twisted body of the native swordsman with one hand and held it under his armpit.

"The physical fitness of the people of Terra is really incredible. Brin is like this, and so are the natives. They were broken all over by my bucket, but they still survived."

Seeing this scene, Ian couldn't help feeling in his heart. Although it was not the first time he had seen the abnormal damage resistance and self-healing ability of the Terrans, he felt incredible every time: "If I hadn't dissected it, I would I'm afraid they will really feel that they are only human in appearance."

"Don't be in a hurry." Putting down the thoughts in his heart, Ian signaled Brin to continue to rest: "I'm going to search for something on those natives. Maybe there are clues about their attack, and maybe there will be some gains."

"I listen to you."

Brin nodded—after the battle just now, he had fully understood that the child Ian was stronger, smarter and even more mature than he imagined.

His plans and opinions are definitely better than his own.

Ian turned his head and continued to look at the corpses of the other two aborigines without closing the vision vision.

In order to defeat the natives in a short time, he used the source quality he stored in the virtual source seed to strengthen his physical fitness.

The light blue halo is the manifestation of the source quality chip in his body surging in the capillaries and muscles of his limbs along with the blood flow.

Because the battle ended quickly, he didn't consume a lot of source quality. In order to save his life, there was no saying whether it was a loss or not, but he felt that he should still be able to recover some losses from the enemy.

Surprisingly, there was a bit of blue mist flowing on their bodies.

"Sure enough, there are gains."

Going forward, Ian saw the blue mist in a small pouch on the waist of the aborigine hunter. He opened it directly and found large light brown seeds inside.

The seeds are similar to almonds, exuding a mellow aroma, with regular zigzag lines on the outside, about the size of the thumb of his eight-year-old child.

The feeling the seeds give him is a sense of intense dynamism and a sense of danger. Just smelling the smell, the boy feels a little irritating-the perfume is very fragrant, but if it is too strong, it will smell bad. It's impossible to drink well in the mouth, that's the reason.

Crisis and harvest coexist.

Afterwards, Brin's surprised words also confirmed Ian's premonition: "The core of the soma tree fruit? Fortunately, they didn't have time to eat this thing, otherwise, we probably wouldn't be able to leave alive!"

"Soma tree? Oh, it's a wine tree."

When I first heard the scientific name of Suma tree, Ian didn't realize it for a while, but Hilliard's teaching was really useful these days. He immediately recalled that among the many wonderful sublimation plants in the Bison Mountains, the Sublimation plant commonly known as wine tree.

As the name suggests, the sap of the wine tree is a natural wood wine containing alcohol, and the fruit is also a treasure for brewing fruit wine. It contains natural and easily absorbed sources, and can be used as a stimulant without sequelae.

In Harrison Port, there is a high-end brewery that specializes in selling Soma wine.

But the core of the fruit of the Suma tree is different. It contains too many excitatory substances and impurities, which have reached the point of being poisonous. Drunken to death' - A large amount of source and excitatory substances will seep into the blood circulation through the mucous membrane, causing brain hypoxia and necrosis, but at the same time, the swallower will burst out the body's limit strength in a short time, without fear of pain, Not even having half of the head blown off can stop these 'drunk dead' from dying again.

But even so, the refined extract of Suma fruit core is still the key material of the true form inheritance "Selfless Warrior".

That is an inheritance that can burn one's own life when necessary, put oneself in slow destruction, but destroy the enemy quickly.

"What kind of indigenous suicidal rage potion."

To make a complaint, Ian took back these fruit cores, and he frowned: "The natives actually let the hunter team carry this kind of thing that is used for life and death, what are they going to do?"

Although the number of indigenous tribes is large, hunters cannot be consumed at will. What's more, these **** hunters are the pillars supporting a tribe. The only way for them to do this is to be respected by the natives of the Sequoia Forest' Big shaman'!

Shaking his head, Ian stopped thinking about it.

Except for the soma fruit core, the only thing on the natives' body that is worth a bit is the darts that have been smeared with the venom of the poisonous arrow wood, but this thing is too dangerous, and it's not that an expert will poison himself if he is not careful. Ian himself does not intend to use it. So smash it with stones and destroy it on the spot.

Three indigenous hunters had a total of nine soma tree cores, and Ian handed three to Brin.

After all, without Brin attracting attention and keeping the enemy at bay, he couldn't easily deal with all the hunters.

Out of face and momentum, the herbal picker wanted to refuse—his life was saved by Ian, how could he have the face to accept it? What's more, it's too weird to take spoils from a child, he can't accept it!

But Ian gave too much.