High Above

While the Huaiguang Rescue Team and the Dragon Cult team were packing up their equipment and materials and preparing to evacuate, Ian and the goblins went into battle lightly.

The young man even had the energy to explain to them the ‘five levels of genius’.

The first-level geniuses are all apprentices and team members of the Patrol Knights. Their strength is indeed fundamentally different from that of ordinary ascendants, and after hard training, they also have corresponding equipment and martial arts.

In a real fight, one person would probably be able to take on an entire team of mercenaries. They were individuals with excellent innate talents and acquired scientific training. If placed in a small place, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were geniuses.

But this level of 'genius' can actually be achieved by ordinary people through hard work. Rather, unremitting efforts are in themselves a manifestation of talent.

The second-level genius is a bit spiritual and has some unique skills that ordinary people cannot practice. Ian vividly used Tres as a representative figure of this level, Hua An agreed, while Mo Feng Shuangdie didn't pay attention to other humans except Ian during the whole process, so he sounded a little confused.

So Ian used the Frost Butterfly as an example again. In other words, all the 'little fairies' are used, which have no special advantages in combat, but have templates for various fairies' natural abilities as examples.

Frost Butterfly: "(`д)"

Mo Feng: "So that's the setting."

As for the third level, Ian humbly used himself as a representative and was booed.

"Please, be normal. You can write three papers at the age of fifteen. I was still floating in the woods at the age of fifteen!" Hua An said.

"Yes, I was still blowing hair in the yard when I was fifteen!" Mo Feng said.

"I...how old am I?" Shuangdie asked blankly.

Obviously, the method of calculating the age of goblins is very personal. The first two goblin ladies probably floated in the form of little goblins for a long time before meeting the seniors who shaped them, so they were still playing when they were fifteen years old.

"Good boy, you're not even one year old yet." Ian touched Frost Butterfly's little head and shrugged: "The fifth level is the level of Grand Master Friedrich or His Majesty Inaga II. The fourth level is The level must be at least the level of His Highness Mikael, right? I think my evaluation is very rational and objective, and I am not bragging."

This is actually a talent grading system set up by Ian in the silver chip, which will be used as a selection criterion in the territory's talent pool in the future. Speaking of it now, in addition to being used as material for chatting with the goblins, there is another reason.

[I'm exaggerating. According to your grading method, I'm only a third-level genius at most. Having said that, Ian, in this grading system, I can tell that there are more internal standards, right? I didn’t expect that you are quite talented in this area, you should be better than me]

As the bird of light floated in front of Ian, the white-haired boy lowered his head slightly: "Your Highness Mikael."

The Bird of Light seemed to be in a good mood: [No need to be polite. This operation yielded a lot. Although the guy took away everything that seemed valuable, he still left many clues that can be analyzed...]

That guy is obviously Archduke Thorin, and Mikael must have discovered what Archduke Thorin's research is.

As a descendant of Inaga II, it is impossible for him to know nothing about the spiritual fire. After knowing this information, he will have a standard for future negotiations and analysis of Archduke Thorin's purpose... This is the most important thing. information.

[The mission has been completed, the patrol knight is ready to collect the team and leave]

At this moment, Mikael changed the subject: [I have to report back to the imperial capital later, so I won’t go back with you. Ian, your whole team has made great achievements this time, don’t worry, I will remember it]

——That’s really great.

Ian thought in his mind that no matter whether Mikael didn't go back with him, he still had great achievements.

On the surface, he showed a humble expression: "His Highness will direct everything."

Mikael's mind-light body stared at Ian for a long time, and then said: [Ian, with your achievements and character, it is impossible for you to be so humble and real. This pretense is a bit too much, it is unnecessary]

Ian was really confused: "Huh?"

——Why can even Mikael teach him how to disguise? He obviously felt that his performance just now had reached a perfect state, right?

[Yes, that’s it] The second prince nodded with satisfaction: [I have seen so many geniuses, and there are only eighty or ninety who can pretend to be humble. Together, they are not as genuine as you - so they can feel false. 】

[If you don’t want to arouse suspicion, it’s best to be a little exaggerated, arrogant, and have the arrogance of a young genius...otherwise, being too mature will make people wary]

[It would be strange if a true genius does not have a little bit of self-confidence like ‘I am the only one who is right’]

Just like that, Mikael's mind light body left, and Tuliu Ian was full of doubts: "It's really weird. There is a reason why it was discovered through being too successful?"

This little episode made Hua An and Mo Feng laugh all the way, while Shuangdie thought thoughtfully: "I understand!"

The team of the Huaiguang Rescue Team traveled smoothly. Although they themselves said that their team needed to count the number of people, in fact, not a single level would actually check their team after seeing the concentric flags - even the number of people in the team. It was obviously more than the number on the application, but no one wanted to care about it. They all turned a blind eye, or even pretended that there was no such thing.

Especially after they knew that the other team was from the Dragon Worship Cult, many local soldiers from Nanling let them go.

It’s not that the Dragon Worship Cult is powerful, but everyone is not blind. There was a real dragon master flying over just now. The battle was almost like destroying the world. If you ask them to check the Dragon Worship Cult’s team, it’s a bit look down on. The local soldiers love their hometown.

What's more, they have blocked all phantom invasions during this period and locked all the monsters and experimental subjects in Avak's territory - this is already a great achievement, and everyone is waiting for the bounty to increase. If you have a job, why take the risk and cause trouble?

When Ian, the Huaiguang Rescue Team and the Dragon Cult team came to the Inspector Knight's camp, the situation he saw here was no different from that of an ordinary army.

Many knights and their team members chatted happily, sharing with each other the powerful enemies and phantoms they encountered, and boasting about their achievements and abilities.

Some people were surprised by the results of their colleagues, while others were sitting in a corner silently thinking whether their achievements were enough for them to be promoted, or to exchange for a key potion material.

Everyone is thinking about their own things. All the changes are over. Everyone has experienced the battle and received credit. They are still alive and have a bright future.

——Except for the millions of people in Avak Territory.

——Those who have passed away.

No one really cares whether they live or die.

Since Mikael left, Ian has been silently observing all this. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. It is very difficult to expect humans to understand each other's suffering, not to mention the Avak Territory. The residents there are people from the Grand Duchy. They and the soldiers, most of whom were transferred from the southern border and the direct jurisdiction of the imperial capital, are not from the same hometown, and there are few relatives.

What's more, dead people without corpses are just numbers, and they cannot easily arouse the empathy of other people like living people.

Therefore, it is really not surprising that everyone he met along the way seemed a little relaxed. After work, he began to think about the future and prepared to go back to his hometown for a drink.

This is normal.

It was precisely because of this 'normal' that Ian wanted to sigh.

Once here, Ian and the goblins should separate from the Huaiguang Rescue Team and the Dragon Cult team.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ian found Adebert. He turned on the ring of silence and had a seemingly normal casual chat with Adebert during the handover.

The Dead King researcher already knew his destination, and he also slightly guessed that Ian was most likely to have some personal relationship with the Dragon Cult - he was not surprised by this, because Adlbert knew that Ian Hilliard had inherited Because of his identity, it is clear that he and the empire cannot be completely of the same mind, and it is normal to have relations outside.

"so."

Adlbert's voice has now returned to normal, no longer as it was before, but still with the emphasis of his soul - the young researcher said nervously: "Should I just follow the Dragon Worship Cult team and go to Nanling to hide for a while? "

"Hide for a while?"

Ian raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said: "You will most likely be stationed there permanently, my friend. My territory is in Nanling, and they will send you there. When I return to my hometown from the imperial capital, we will We can meet again.”

"In my territory, we have a somewhat safe space where we can have a serious chat about the next research project... and your future plans."

"That's it...okay."

Adalbert was a little hesitant. Ian knew very well that it was not that the other party was unwilling to follow him, but that as a good boy, he really wanted to see his mother.

In this regard, Ian had no good solution. He could only use logic to comfort the other party: "Do you think the Grand Council will do anything to your mother? It's impossible. She is definitely safer than you are now - if I have a chance in the future, I will I will take you to the Grand Duke’s office.”

"Don't worry, even if Grand Duke Thorin really wants to carry out the plan to kill the king, there will still be some people who stay in the real world, and your mother must be one of them."

"I know..." Adebert, who was a little worried, sighed. He lowered his eyes and stared at his hands: "That's right. Just treat it as if I'm participating in a closed experiment and can't go back for the time being."

"If I return to the Grand Duke's territory now, it will be disrespectful to my own life and disrespectful to my mother's safety."

After all, he is a smart man and knows his priorities very well, and Ian nodded slightly: "If your existence is exposed, it will definitely not only be the empire and Feiyandi who are eyeing you... The future prospects of the Dead Lord are far beyond your imagination, etc." I’ll go back to Nanling and I’ll describe it for you.”

"Uh-huh."

Adlbert didn't doubt Ian at all, and Ian did intend to tell him, the researcher who single-handedly created the Dead Lord's inheritance, about the impact that the 'Spiritual God' inheritance might have on the world.

But now, they are temporarily separated.

The Huaiguang rescue team and the Dragon Cult team left, while Ian and the goblin ladies stayed in the camp of the Patrol Knights, waiting for Tres and others to join up.

But after waiting for a long time, they still didn't wait for Tres.

"I heard from them that Tres was captured by the deputy captain to surround the mountain-carrying giant turtle - who asked him to follow them out? This kind of third-level energy person who has been subjected to biological experiments by Feiyandi It is important research data.”

After Ian inquired about the news, he came back and shook his head. Who can I ask to explain the fact that my own bodyguard was caught as a young man? But now there is nothing that Tres and the others need to cover up, so they should go back to the imperial capital first.

As for Tres, he must be happily working overtime.

Through the channel of the second prince, he called the pumice aircraft, and soon, Ian and the goblins were on board this saucer-shaped aircraft that resembled a UFO.

It took off silently, like a ghost rising from the earth.

Ian sat on the aircraft, overlooking the entire Avak Territory. This land is different from the gloomy night. Now there are only withered leaf stems and bleak cold wind.

It was once full of vitality. Some people took their families to camp on the flat grass; some invited friends to stroll along the dirt road and admire the Baiyun Mountain scenery; some played the piano in the grassland, sang songs to their beloved girls, and praised them with a smile. The moving figure of the lover.

But everything has turned to dust, the cities in the distance are dilapidated, and the former villages have turned into dead places. In the next ten years or even a hundred years, the Avak Territory will not return to its former glory.

Those people, those laughter in the streets and fields, are gone forever.

Only at this time did Ian have some time left to feel sad.

But soon his heart hardened and he had no time to grieve.

The current determination is to prevent more places from becoming the current Awak Territory in the future.

Ian's eyes scanned the entire land, and then he saw a shadow that interested him.

A young swordsman, and a young child.

They staggered forward, far away from their vanished hometown.

"It's the survivor... I remember, his name seems to be Miles?"

Ian's eyes locked on the figure that was getting smaller but still very clear in the precognitive vision: "It seems that he survived, and the little girl also survived."

Saying this, his tone was a little relieved: "That's good..."

Ian also noticed that the radiance of spiritual energy on Miles had begun to weaken. Just like him, he had used his spiritual energy many times just after awakening, and now he was somewhat exhausted.

He needed to eat as soon as possible, but it looked like Miles and the little girl named Cynthia didn't have many supplies with them.

Ian was silent for a while, then turned around and walked towards the storage room of the Pumice Flying Machine.

But halfway through, he suddenly frowned.

"Light red?" The boy said to himself: "Is there any danger?"

"Could it be that……"

at the same time.

on the ground.

"Brother Miles...are we really leaving Awak?"

Walking along the quietly flowing river, the swordsman with a sword on his waist walked forward tiredly and looked around warily - he had obviously experienced many life-and-death battles in the recent period, and the wounds on his body were just fresh It didn't take long to heal.

A girl with long light orange hair was holding the swordsman's hand. She was quite well-behaved. Although there were tears on her face, she would not be a drag on the swordsman when she walked.

But even so, when she saw that the farthest hill she had been to had been left behind, and she was continuing to go further, the girl still looked back with some reluctance, looking at the blue city where the shadow could no longer be seen. direction.

"……certainly."

The young swordsman was silent for a while, and then looked at his hometown behind him with complicated eyes: "Maybe we will never come back."

"forever……"

The little girl is a little confused. This word is really too complicated for children. They can't understand it for a long, long time. A few minutes of ignoring is enough to make them lose their patience. Only the swordsman himself is People can understand the meaning behind this word.

Perhaps, they can come back again, to the ruins of Azure City. But the hometown of the past will indeed never come back.

Even if he got some supplies from the kind-hearted sealing soldiers around him, these supplies would not take long and could barely reach the nearest village... Then he would try to find a job and save some money to go to a place far away from the West. .

A light red aura lit up in Miles's eyes. This was his spiritual power, which allowed him to fight his way out of the Azure City to fight against the power of the Awak Territory... This strange spiritual power was able to control all those around him within a certain range. All attacks are redirected to himself, and his defense and regeneration abilities are greatly enhanced.

It was precisely with this ability that he was able to protect Cynthia all the way out of the siege.

The essence of psychic power is the deepest desire of a psychic when awakening. Miles does not know this, but he can understand that if he had this psychic power at the beginning, whether it was his mother or Aunt Lydia, they The whole family probably won't die.

Sighing softly, the young swordsman and the girl rested for a while, treated the wounds on their arms and chest that seemed to have been scratched by wild beasts, and then prepared to set off again.

At this moment, they heard the wind.

Buzz - A box with its own pulleys fell from the sky, then landed gently in front of Miles and Cynthia.

"What, what is this?" "Box?"

The swordsman and the girl were stunned for a while, and then they raised their heads and looked at the sky.

There was nothing there - with their eyesight, they could not see the saucer-shaped aircraft that had rapidly risen to an altitude of 20,000 meters.

Miles and Cynthia looked at each other, and then the swordsman motioned to the little girl to hide behind a nearby tree, and he carefully opened the lock of the box with his sword.

Then, he saw half a box of military compressed food, a small half of emergency medicine and various odds and ends.

[Hope this helps, the last survivor of Azure City, please try to survive]

[The instructions for the medicine are below. If you have extra tools, you can sell them]

Beautiful handwriting was written on the paper and placed on the compressed food.

Miles was quite surprised and excited at first. The food didn't look like much, but it was actually enough for two people to eat for a long time, not to mention the medicine and scattered flints and other tools that they were in urgent need of.

As the note said, even if some props are useless, you can still exchange money in villages and towns to save enough travel expenses.

But later, a sad expression appeared on his face.

The last survivors of Azure City... So, are he and Cynthia the last ones to survive?

"No one else... seems to have survived. Cynthia, it's just us from now on..."

After a moment of silence, Miles was about to call Cynthia over and use medicine to treat the small scratch on the little girl's arm.

But before that, he subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the sky.

"Whoever you are...thank you."

The high sensitivity brought by the psyker made him seem to feel that the person who dropped the materials was still watching him.

Those are a pair of cyan eyes...

And at this time.

On the other side of the distant sky, a flash of lightning suddenly rose.

The deafening thunder surpassed the sound and directly exploded in the hearts of everyone in the entire area. Electric arcs that were condensed to the point of being solid condensed at the top of the sky, and then turned into a dark blue star.

The lightning that condensed infinite destructive power was like a malicious eye, locking on this land from afar.

It fell, and an extremely thick beam of lightning directly hit the ruins of Avak's central laboratory. The extreme heat and light melted and destroyed everything.

[Imperial people, don’t think you have won! 】

King Tianhong’s maniacally laughing voice sounded: [We can’t get it, so don’t even think about it! 】

The shocked Miles opened his eyes wide.

He finally saw where the man who dropped the rescue box for him was.

But that's not a good thing.

Because a bolt of lightning diffracted from the aftermath crossed the sky and hit the rapidly flying saucer-shaped aircraft in the sky.