High Above

The old knight didn't use force on purpose to stimulate the flow of his own source quality. It can be seen that the sea area with a radius of tens of meters around the center is calm, and no wind, rain or waves can cause even a slight wave of water in the area covered by the pale golden brilliance.

If Ian was present at this moment and used the vision horizon to observe, he would definitely notice in astonishment that under his teacher's seemingly old skin, the tough and heavy high-density body tissue formed an orderly structure like a metal crystal, and The old man's bones, internal organs, and mysterious sublimation patterns have produced a huge amount of flesh and blood essence, which is the purest source essence. Even if it is only condensed in the body, it is enough to induce the visible spiritual field to linger around him, radiating A illusory light and shadow like a metal mountain emerges.

And in front of him, there were two churning giant moray eels that were nearly a hundred meters long, or even over a hundred meters—one of them released dark blue lightning arcs all over their body, and the other just stirred their tails. Then in the surrounding sea area created one after another huge water vortex.

In front of these two giant eels, the huge waves caused by a big storm are as harmless as the water waves created by a child in a bathtub.

But facing the towering man in front of them, they couldn't move forward. They could only let out a high-frequency harsh roar that was hard for humans to hear.

"The natives asked you to drive sea beasts to attack Port Harrison?"

Looking at the two giant beasts in front of him, Hilliard, who blocked most of the sea beasts and the two totem spirits, sighed: "The totem spirits of the natives of the redwood forest are all big monsters close to the third energy level. I used to think that they have a deep foundation. Thinking about it now, it must be related to the energy leaked from the ruins..."

"I can't let you pass."

A silver brilliance lit up in the old knight's eyes, and countless light curtains flashed in front of him.

Although he lost almost all of his sublimation abilities, and even if his physical strength was 100%, he still had less than 10% left, but facing two big eels that hadn't reached the third energy level, he wouldn't be in any danger.

"Is Ian safe now?"

Hilliard even had the strength to turn his head to the side. He looked worriedly at Harrison Port, which heard continuous explosions. The silver halo seemed to be able to penetrate the distant time and space to confirm some information, and then shook his head slightly: "Fortunately... He is so smart, he will definitely protect himself."

The old knight was right.

It's just that Ian now not only wants to protect himself, but even wants to protect other people.

At least keep your own house.

"We can't let them fight like this—if this continues, my house will be demolished!"

Ian sent his younger brother Elan into the refuge room as soon as he came home. The little guy didn't understand what kind of crisis it was, and he was still giggling, wanting to reach out and pat him on the face, throwing the boy I laughed once.

In the vision of prescience, the bloody mist on Elan's body is very conspicuous, but it is far less thick than it was two months ago. For Ian today, this is a manifestation of safety and his own strength.

It's just that this blood color has a tendency to gradually become thicker.

There is no way, the underground refuge room is very safe, and it can even prevent rainwater from pouring in, but according to the current script of power armor vs. giant monsters, half of Harrison Port will probably be demolished when the fight is over, and Ian's family may not be able to either. exception.

The direction where the evil dragon and the power armor are moving now is exactly the 'refugee area' formed in the port two months ago when the aborigines attacked villages all over the place and many survivors gathered in the port!

Most of these refugees built shacks next to the original open space in the square. When the storm came, they hid in the shelters built by the City Hall and the Chamber of Commerce. It was very close to the Viscount's Mansion and the population was extremely dense.

Just right in the most dangerous combat zone.

Viscount Grant is still fighting with Crocodile. Crocodile has nothing to do with the ether arm that can fly freely in the sky, but the Viscount can't stop Crocodile from destroying the city, let alone kill each other.

The fierce battle between the two sides is inseparable, but as long as the winner is determined, it is enough to distinguish the ups and downs of the next ten years. If the empire wins, it is even more likely to completely suppress the redwood forest natives to the south of the Elephant Bone Mountain. narrow area.

All it takes is a wedge to tilt the balance of victory and defeat.

The problem is, there is no second sublimator in the entire city who can intervene in their battle... who can be that wedge?

"Only the alchemy cannon."

Ian's gaze turned to the tower building around his house.

Because he killed the elite native hunters who went to raid the tower, it was not affected there—but I don’t know why, maybe because it was too far away, when the spirit of the mountain tide invaded the city, the tower did not attack , so instead survived the second wave of indigenous attacks.

Narrowing his eyes, Ian took a deep breath, thinking of the wailing of the civilians slaughtered by the indigenous hunters not long ago, and the cry of the boy who was a little younger than himself two months ago: "Maybe there are still intact Alchemy Cannon."

"That's the key."

He made up his mind: "It's time to go."

So Ian stood up.

Set off.

The urban area of ​​Harrison Port is not large, and the population returning in winter does not exceed 50,000. Only by virtue of the patrolling guards and the affiliated villages and watchtowers scattered in the jungle can the actual control area spread to the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

However, even with an extremely tight defense network, Viscount Grant still spent huge sums of money to build independent guard towers in various districts of the city to provide fire suppression for the defending troops when the aborigines might invade the city in the future.

It’s not a waste to plan ahead, because everyone knows that if the imperial people at that time hadn’t negotiated peace with the Sequoia people, the final result must be that the Sequoia people summoned all the tribes and all the totem spirits, vowing to raze the people who were still at that time. Harrison Port, a wooden fortress village - as long as the imperials hold the town, and then slowly build up the city walls and build real fortresses and castles, then the natives' plan to expel outsiders will completely fail.

Based on this cognition of the 'decisive battle', basically all the people in Harrison Port supported the construction of these city defense facilities, and even moved bricks, stones and wood with their own hands, and helped rammed earth to build them.

For more than 30 years in Taiping, the defenses of the towers in the city have long been lax, and even aboriginals often enter and leave the city, smuggling or developing offline.

But because of the sudden attack two months ago, the martial-lawed Harrison Port not only re-equipped the defenses of the towers in the city, but even equipped the towers in several key areas with expensive alchemy artillery.

The tower on the coastal road in the east of the city is such a tower equipped with alchemy cannons.

But the strange thing is, whether it was the raid of the elite indigenous hunters before, or the crocodile broke through the city wall afterwards, the tower did not respond at all—it stood still in the sudden wind and rain, without artillery fire or crossbow shooting. , Even the lights are not lit, silent as if dead.

There could be many, but the truth is simple.

The alchemy cannon is broken.

"...No, no, I can't move at all..."

A city guard in leather armor was already sweating profusely. He was groping up and down in front of a three-meter-long cylindrical cannon that was as thick as an ordinary person's upper body. The inscription on the disc-shaped chassis, and from time to time, I looked inside the muzzle to find the problem, and I didn't know what to do.