Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 77: Alchemy Cannon

"Calm down, calm down"

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

It can be vaguely seen that there are several corpses crawling on the ground at the bottom of the tower, with half-frozen blood overflowing all over the ground.

Indeed, the elite hunter who was planning to attack this tower was blocked, but the hunters who attacked other towers realized that their companion was missing after completing their mission, so they came here to investigate and planned to solve it Get rid of this accidentally lost target.

Because the time dragged on for too long, the natives consumed too much physical strength, and the windproof coir raincoat was on the verge of failure, which hindered the action. Therefore, Scott and his comrades took advantage of the opponent's carelessness and successfully killed these elite hunters.

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

"You must successfully start the artillery launch, you must successfully launch the artillery launch"

Smelling the blood of his comrades and natives, and hearing the furious roar of the crocodile in the distance, Scott's hands were trembling at this moment. Will repeat the most obsessed short sentence in my heart.

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

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

Pray sincerely that the displeased machine spirit will return to peace? This is a good idea, but the Mechanical Spirit sect should be a minority in the empire

Thinking has already begun to fly to the distance in confusion, and there is not much time left for Scott.

As the ground suddenly vibrated, the entire tower began to shake slightly, and even scattered lime debris fell from it one after another.

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

It may be a coincidence, or it may be deliberate, the battlefield of the two sides is visibly heading towards the rough sea, which is almost boiling.

This tower is right next to their path!

"No, we have to go."

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

——He really doesn't know anything about alchemy cannons. It's just because he doesn't want to waste the sacrifices of his comrades-in-arms, so he forced himself to fiddle with these inscription devices that he didn't understand at all.

But the current situation will not change even if he dies, because inscriptions are the same as mathematics, if they don't work, they won't.

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 realized in astonishment that the structure of the entire tower had been slightly deformed due to the previous earthquake , The solid log door was stuck in the door frame, no matter how he pushed or bumped it, it couldn't shake it a bit.

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

Exhausted and finally realized that he had been declared dead, Scott sat down in a pool of blood with a smile and tears. He didn't bother to care whether the corpse next to him was a comrade-in-arms or an aborigine. Anyway, when the tower collapsed, everyone would be together. It's a mess, who can separate who?

Only at this moment can he realize that this soldier in the light armor of the city guard is just a young guy with no hair on his mouth, at most fourteen or fifteen years old.

However, not long after Scott completely gave up struggling.

The rushing wind outside the tower seems to have stopped for a moment.

Then, the young city guard who accepted his fate 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 extremely calm self-talk from the hustle and bustle of the outside world: "It seems that I can only kick it away."

Kick off?

Because of exhaustion, loss of blood, and sluggishness in despair, Scott didn't understand what the so-called "kicked off" meant for a while.

However, the next moment, he understood.

Boom! Accompanied by a strong kick and bombardment of the building door, the entire building door panel fell back with a 'bang'.

There was a strange warm wind and rain outside the building, and together with the entire door panel, it passed before the dazed Scott, and then hit the inner wall of the tower.

The sound of the rain suddenly became clear.

He turned his head blankly, staring at the door panel, and the young city guard turned his head again in a daze, looking at the door.

It was pouring rain, thunder and lightning, and a figure in a native coir raincoat stood at the door.

Even, the opponent had just retracted his legs - it was impossible to see that the slender and well-proportioned body could burst out with such great strength.

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

"Ian?"

Although this news was not spread intentionally, the news of a young psyker in Port Harrison is more or less the big news in the middle of the year.

Scott is not a white citizen, and he is not familiar with the appearance of the psyker boy, but he is not so unrecognizable when he sees him face to face.

"You know me? That's easy."

Over the head, Ian saw a distressed city guard in a pool of blood with dust on his face. He just glanced at the corpses next to him, and he roughly understood what happened just now: "It's amazing. Attack, but the alchemy cannon is still a problem?"

"Can you show me the situation?"

Theoretically speaking, Scott should be on the alert loudly at this time, telling the other party that the structure of the tower is unstable and may collapse at any time-what about artillery, run away!

"The artillery is on it, the natives didn't destroy it, but they just couldn't fire it"

But I don't know why, following Ian's order of course, he nodded like a ghost, struggled to stand up from the pool of blood, and then led the other party to the gun tower, and explained the current situation to him as concisely as possible: "There is no problem with the gun barrel structure and crystal sand dust. The gunpowder is very dry. I suspect that there is something wrong with the igniter."

"Damn, how can I say these things?"

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

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

The faces of those comrades who protected him behind him just because he was young, even if he didn't know anything and couldn't do anything well, still kept him alive.

--I don't want to.

No, sorry for their blood.

"Thanks, very helpful."

Taking off his coir raincoat, Ian immediately focused his attention on the huge alchemy creation in front of him. The boy's eyes were hot and pure: "I have never had a chance to get started. This time I can analyze the structure well."