High Above

The exploration ship adjusted its direction again and headed towards the far southwest sea.

From time to time, Ian opened the vision horizon, and with the help of the instrument, he fine-tuned the direction of the captain.

The gloomy and thick rain clouds were stirred by the strong wind, and the dark clouds and mist began to press down layer by layer. Between the clouds and the strong wind, dazzling cyan lightning intertwined into an intricate structure, floating at the other end of the southwest sea area, illuminating half of the distant sea sky .

The storm got bigger.

The survey ship sailed toward the southwest sea at high speed, but there were still sea beasts chasing after the ship, which made the original crew feel a little uneasy in addition to being puzzled.

"It's the blood."

Ian didn't make a move, and Isengard discovered the reason. He noticed that some blood on the ship had not been cleared by the storm. It was obviously some kind of dark hands of the natives: "We were locked by the local natives."

The blood was swept away, but it was obviously too late.

"It's not just Aboriginal."

In the captain's room, Ian calmly said to Master Gosse: "There must be a traitor inside us—he has something like a signal on his body, otherwise, with our detection speed, the natives would not be able to detect it so quickly, and so quickly Start encirclement and pursuit."

The captain was a little uneasy. Of course he was not a traitor, but except for those professionals, the rest of the crew were his buddies.

It is precisely because he knows his crew that he is uneasy: it is not surprising that those lazy sons of bitches are bought by others!

He doesn't want to be seated!

"Did you find anything?"

Ian asked because Master Gesai's face was unexpectedly serious.

The old man was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "The thunder of this storm...is not right. Ian, your observation ability must not be able to touch the clouds in the sky, but I can."

"Normal thunder is a natural discharge phenomenon, and it will only appear when conditions are met."

Looking up, Master Gesai looked at the continuous thunderbolts in the sky, and slowly said: "But these thunderstorms... are all induced by the special spiritual energy field of a certain creature."

Ian's eyes widened, and he understood what this sentence meant almost instantly.

"Um."

The old man nodded slowly, and there was no need to say anything next.

And Ian looked up at the sky, and his expression became serious.

——There is no doubt that the Zhanhai Crystal Dragon at the peak of the first energy level is probably advancing!

at the same time.

Luminous Sea Coast.

The huge crocodile stepped on the reef, and the six red dragon pupils stared at the direction of the impossible ship in the far sea.

Torrential rain and thunder criss-cross above the luminous sea.

The great shaman Animu...or in other words, the crocodile dragon Animu, was meditating.

Inherited in the secret method among the Sequoia natives, through the highest level of pure sacrifice, the shaman of the second level can be combined with the "totem master" who has received the sacrifice, and become a "beast" with human wisdom and magical power Shaman', gaining long life and great power.

In theory, it is true... Shamans can indeed control the powerful body of a monster through secret techniques, almost like seizing a house, but their spirit will also be affected by the huge body of the beast, gradually swallowed by the beast's instinct, and eventually become the master of the totem. The third level of energy is to obtain the resources of one's own soul and wisdom.

This is an exchange, a purer ritual - the shaman temporarily controls the body of the monsters for several years or more, and the monsters accept their souls, and use these voluntary sublimators as fuel to shape their own souls and souls. Spirit.

The current Animu is both a great shaman and a crocodile... In his mind, there are memories of several past shamans who also integrated themselves into the swamp crocodile, and he also has the strong instinct of the crocodile.

He can still restrain that stupid, savage, utterly utterly utterly ignorant killing and hunting instinct. But in a few years, he will not be able to control his entire body, and in a few years, he may even forget his name.

But that doesn't matter.

"Holy place..."

Crocodile let out a deep roar, and the surrounding mud and sea waves churned in response to the humming of this huge beast.

And the 'key' inside the crocodile was also churning.

The four keys of the holy land of the ancestors, the key of water, the key of forest, the key of land, and the key of mist.

Now, except for the water key in the hands of the imperial people, all the keys have been gathered.

The three keys vibrated in his body, which was definitely not just a physical vibration, but also a resonance in his blood—an ancient memory was being revived from the shaman's soul, and he felt a noble mission It seems that the light tearing apart the dark age is residing in the depths of his soul.

That's... their mission.

"Find the Holy Land, open the Holy Land..."

He whispered to himself, repeating the words that reappeared in his blood: "The Holy Land is the highest holiness, the endless wisdom, the belonging and the end of our life longing..."

"The Holy Land...is our salvation."

However, the holy place is gradually turning into a labyrinth.

It's part of the natural cycle. He is well aware of this truth.

But the formation of the maze also meant a change in the Holy Land, which he could not accept.

For no reason, his blood was angry, the will in the deepest part of his body was roaring, the circuit inscribed by the ancient ancestors in the bottom of their souls and bodies told him...

--no.

— Absolutely not.

——You must take out the "Core Design Drawing" in the "Land of Inheritance" before the "Heterogeneous Ecosystem" is formed.

——We engrave such memories and thinking stamps in our blood, just to preserve the 'fire'!

——Failure is not allowed... Absolutely not allowed, if even this cannot be done... then all descendants of Sequoia Base, and even all creatures in the ecological circle around Sequoia Base, should not exist!

"Failure is not allowed, absolutely not."

Repeating the words and phrases in memory, the great shaman's mind gradually returned to clarity: "The spirit of the ancestors... I understand. No matter what means, I will take back the key from the imperial people."

"This time... as long as the person on that ship... catches the noble boy, no matter how reluctant that fellow Grant is, he must return the key to me."

The Sequoia people and the foreign nobleman did not reach any agreement...the other party just informed some information and was willing to pay a price to ask them to take action.

But from the start, the Sequoias didn't need a price.

This is what they have to do...at all costs!

"And... more than that."

Closing the three pairs of eyes, the great shaman was immersed in his past foreknowledge.

——That boy...that white-haired boy back then, now the white-haired boy...

In the forecast brought by Futaba of Foresight, that boy was not there. Never before, he never appeared, as if he didn't exist in this world at all.

And yet he exists - can, and continues to sabotage his plans!

Whether it was the shelling six years ago, or the raid not long ago... it was the same.

Foresighted, no one would encounter the troops he sent, they were confused but returned to the camp safely.

But the reality is that the boy Bai Zhimin who reappeared killed all the fighters and destroyed his cooperation plan with Feiyandi... everything went wrong.

The great shaman couldn't understand this matter at first, he didn't know at all why Futaba gave a wrong prediction in the foresight of the holy object... But just before going to sea, he figured it out.

In history, there have been similar incidents—two big shamans competed for power and profit, and they ate the foreseeable Futaba at the same time, but neither of them could predict the other's actions.

"That child...maybe, is a prophet."

"Only true prophets, those who can see the future under the protection of prophecy, will not be able to be predicted, cannot be predicted - as if they do not exist in the future at all!"

"Only a true prophet can make all the preparations, and with the strength of the first level, destroy the entire firearms hunting team!"

Opening their scarlet eyes, the old man and the crocodile let out a deep roar at the same time.

——A prophet who wants to hide his identity? Ridiculous... Your enemy is not me at all, but all your compatriots!

Wait, Prophet... Regardless of whether this attack succeeds or not, your identity will be known to everyone in Port Harrison!

Yes, they may not believe it... But how can a prophet who has been suspected and guessed to be a prophet show his strength?

Moreover, he really wanted to see how the Prophet would fight against absolute violence—a mere number one energy-level Wavesinger would never be able to defeat the net that he had set up!

Crocodile no longer controls the mudstone, it slowly sinks into the water.

A deep shadow lurks in the sea, and starts to swim rapidly towards the distance where the smell of blood comes from.

More than that.

Around the Odell reef, two huge and slender eel shadows also swam towards the southwest like a spiral, staggered and staggered.

After six years, the aborigines once again came out in full force.

at the same time.

Port Harrison on the west coast.

When Scott came to the beach, he followed Ian's instructions, opened the wooden box, and threw the contents inside into the sea.

What was placed in the wooden box was a strand of white hair, containing slight fluctuations in the source quality... He felt that it felt unexpectedly smooth, like some kind of fine silk.

And not long after he threw down his hair, the sound of noisy water came quickly.

The metallic silver dorsal fin rides the wind and waves.

An armored shark appeared in front of Scott.

The young city guard and the Iron Shark looked at each other, and both sides seemed to be somewhat familiar... It was the breath of choosing to follow someone.

——It's amazing, when did Ian tame an ironclad shark?

"Although I don't know if it's reliable, but take it and give this sword to him."

Thinking so in his heart, saying so in his mouth, Scott threw the long sword wrapped in oilcloth to the armored shark, and the giant shark also jumped up, holding the long sword in its mouth.

Plop - it even wagged its tail as if to say goodbye before returning to the water.

Under Scott's gaze, the armored shark rode the wind and waves, chasing the breath released by Ian along the way-it was located in the far southwest sea, in the center of the Thunder Net.

Similarly, on the other side of the sea, a pirate fleet from the east has also set sail... Through the news conveyed by the insider, their voyage goal is also accurate.

But Ian raised his head and frowned, he had a premonition of an inexplicable crisis.

"Are you coming? It seems that both the natives and the pirates are going to go."

Although he has known the news for a long time, because the young man can only sense the crisis itself, but cannot know the specific content of the crisis, he is a little worried.

But soon, he loosened his brows.

—In any case, he has made all the preparations.

Even in the worst future, even the future that even the prophets cannot avoid, he has the confidence to survive with his strength.

The wind howled.

Many parties are converging, and a web of conspiracy and mission has been intertwined and formed.

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