Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 81: The storm is gone

"It does look good!"

Swallowing, Ian suppressed the 'desire' and 'hunger' coming from all parts of his body.

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

In the vision of foresight, the flesh that was the size of his arm was dark purple, and there was even a hint of light blue aura overflowing in its center

"Gray, white, blue, purple, blue, ordinary people, strong people, the first energy level, the second energy level, and the third energy level"

The swamp crocodile under the control of the great shaman is worthy of being a totem master. It does have the potential to be close to the third energy level, but because of a serious injury decades ago, it has been unable to recover to a full state, let alone advanced. .

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

"I don't understand the powerful totem material with the potential of the third level, but the teacher must know how to use it."

Putting this piece of nest-like crystal flesh into his arms, Ian drank some rainwater and regained some strength, then started and returned in the direction of his home.

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

"It still needs to be stronger."

The battle for the redwood forest that lasted for more than two months has come to an end.

At least, as far as he is concerned, that is the case.

The other side of Harrison Harbor.

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

He was thrown away by the crocodile dragon, but he was fine. Viscount Grant, who was still in 80% condition, did not immediately pursue the fleeing totem master.

On the contrary, he took off his helmet, shook his hair, and then turned his head with a serious expression, looking at the twisted structure on the side of his armor: "If the supercharger pipe is twisted, then I won't chase it."

As the name suggests, the etheric weaponry is a battle armor with the etheric furnace core as the main body. Although some etheric weapons are giant weapons, most of them are in the form of armor to protect the driver.

Viscount Grant is very clear that even if he ignores the damage of the armor, there will be no result in catching up. The etheric 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. The provincial officials and nobles have very little stock of their own, and without the material support of the imperial capital, there is no way to fully motivate the etheric armed forces to run for a long time.

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

Under the operation of the big shaman, no matter how seriously the Crocodile Dragon is injured, it will be no problem to support it for more than ten minutes. At that time, without the support of the ether armament, if he wants to keep the opponent, he really can only fight dead.

If you can win big, why risk your life?

Not to mention

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

"Only when there are such troublesome foreign enemies, Harrison Port is a tasteless one. Only when I can guarantee the suppression of the Sequoia natives, the imperial capital will not feel that the place is corrupt, and others will take over the mess."

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

Raising his head, the Viscount looked in the direction where the crocodile was fleeing, and narrowed his eyes: "And, sure enough."

The middle-aged nobleman whispered to himself, his tone as cold as ice: "They can sense the key."

"It seems that the key obtained from the survivors of the **** team is not the only one, but one of the few secret keys kept by the indigenous people."

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 the key to open the ruins.

This is the secret that a shaman with great prestige among the aborigines was told after he was fed the truth potion by the captives. In the past, the Sequoia family was actually one. , can open the ancient secret treasure house, and can also lead the tribe to take refuge there in times of crisis.

——Ancestral Secret Collection, isn’t it the relic of the previous era?

The only ones who knew this were the old Viscount Grant and his knights, and now, only himself and his knight Yam.

"If the maze is formed, the empire will definitely send people to explore and develop it."

"It usually takes four to five years or even longer to master a medium-to-large maze, and the existence of a maze itself 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."

Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant didn't think that the resources and secrets hidden in the ruins would allow him to ascend to the sky in one step, becoming an independent Grand Duchy like Fort Hill.

Even if it could be done, he would not do it.

You know, if it weren't for the turmoil in the dark mountains in the northwest of Terra, the Fortress of the Ridge would have been wiped out by the empire long ago, and the Apocalypse Armed Forces would not be able to help them stop the million troops.

However, it is very possible to help them go one step further and become a real hereditary earl on the frontier of the empire, and become a true southern emperor.

This is all in the future.

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

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

The city where the crocodile dragon ravaged was so miserable. Although the urban area in the northeast was intact, most of the elite areas closest to the coast were 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, but counting the food reserves, it will not fall into a famine after the war.

"After the big storm, this year's farmland is considered a complete failure."

Even the man who has always been indifferent can't help but sigh worriedly at this moment: "Harrison Port has not recovered from the last big storm, and now it is even more troublesome. I can only see if I can buy some food from the north. .”

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

There are too 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 will resume next year."

“I can only be thankful that the indigenous people were hit harder.”

Humming, although the etheric furnace core on the back was a little stagnant, as the steam pushed, the dark blue full body armor still floated in the air, and then disappeared in a flash.

Viscount Mansion.

When Viscount Grant returned, the entire Viscount's mansion had fallen into a stable state. Under the command of Finance Officer Lamar, many guards and attendants who hadn't escaped were reorganizing their defenses and putting away the corpses in the courtyard.

The corpses of our own people were put in the hall to wipe off the muddy water, and the bodies of the natives were thrown in the corner for later processing.

"Everyone, you have worked hard."

Ether Armor is nearly four meters tall, and even Viscount Grant, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, looks short.

But when the viscount walked out of the control cabin in front of the armor and pulled out the splice wires located at the spine and the back of the neck, the huge armor began to deform spontaneously—accompanied by the sound of mechanical fitting, the cavity Depression, almost in a few seconds, the huge armor folded and shrunk, turning into a light blue metal pillar almost like a prism behind the Viscount.

The viscount manipulated the water vapor to suspend the prism behind him. He stepped into the mansion and announced to everyone: "You have made great contributions to defending our home this time, and you deserve to be rewarded."

"When the storm is over, all those who fought in the city will be rewarded. They are the true brave, but you will get more. Lamar, wait to go to my vault, the warriors who are willing to protect my mansion Deserves more awards."

The existence of the Viscount itself is enough to make people feel at ease, what's more, he has shown a strength not inferior to his father, enough to counteract the terrifying crocodile dragon of the natives—— Hearing his announcement, low cheers rang out in the mansion , while Viscount Grant watched this scene with a smile.

Soon, he assigned the next repair and maintenance tasks, and dispatched a few warriors who still had enough physical strength to help those blocks that were attacked by the crocodile psionic field, but there might be survivors alive People who have personally given them shelter that can withstand the wind and rain.

This action caused a burst of admiration, and the selected guards were extremely honored by this. They swore that they would never disappoint the trust of the Lord, and would definitely abide by the spirit of chivalry, rescue the innocent, and never abandon any resident.

The viscount is neither generous nor stingy, he is ruthless, but he will also show the responsibility that a qualified nobleman should have, just like he doesn't care at all that the hall of his carefully arranged mansion becomes a place for displaying corpses , and don't care that his flower garden is trampled and ravaged by those rude guards.

He doesn't even 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 damaged and there are many casualties.

There are very few things he cares about.

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

"Thanks for having you, my dear."

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

He took a step forward and hugged the red-haired beauty from behind: "If you hadn't helped direct me, I'm afraid my mansion would have been breached by those natives long ago."