High Above

"Fortunately, the terrain of Harrison Port is relatively high, otherwise it would have been submerged long ago. The term "sea of ​​clouds" is too vivid. Doesn't this mean that half of the sea has been evaporated into clouds?"

With a word of complaint, Ian looked at the young city guard beside him, and realized that although the other party was lying on the ground covered in mud, he couldn't be more embarrassed.

But also because of this, the other party was not in danger of being blown away for the time being, so he simply got down on the ground, leaning over and clinging to the ground.

"Ian!"

At this moment, Ian heard some muffled voices behind him. He turned his head and saw the young city guard struggling to raise his head in the storm. There seemed to be something complicated in his eyes, which made the boy willing to wait for him to cough a few times , and continued to speak: "I... My name is Scott, and now I am going to report to the Viscount's Mansion."

The big boy hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to let Lord Viscount know about this?"

Scott is not stupid. He could see the abnormality of Ian, whether it was the native coir raincoat he wore when he entered the tower before, or the power that erupted afterwards, far surpassing the strength of a child of his age, all of which showed Ian's strange.

It was not a strange thing that could be explained by a single psychic. At first, Scott was still feeling that the other party had inherited the mantle of Elder Purdue at such a young age, but later, he realized that——Ian There is definitely a bigger secret.

"Well... I didn't care at first."

Ian pondered for a moment. He actually thought about what would happen if his power was exposed to other people—the answer was not so good.

Not to mention that he only showed physical strength, given the dilapidated appearance of Harrison Port, Viscount Grant's treatment of "talent" will definitely be "better".

He felt that it was a good choice for him to show more talents at this time.

But when Scott asked, he suddenly thought of another possibility.

So Ian smiled and said, "Scott? I remember... As for the Viscount, you can let him know."

"But why don't you try it and say that the two of us did it together?"

"I repaired the artillery and assisted you in aiming and firing... Those comrades of yours must also need more pensions, right? No matter how fierce and dangerous you say, add their names too, I don't care, but Rather, I'm happy."

Saying so, Ian endured the dizziness of his brain, opened his vision, and looked at the young man who was prostrate in the muddy water like himself: "Of course, this is just a suggestion."

He whispered, with a little temptation: "What do you want to do?"

"I……"

Scott paused for a while, he wasn't thinking or weighing, it's just that his brain didn't turn so fast - but the current weather is not suitable for concentrating on thinking, so when he realized that the rain curtain was so heavy that it was about to hinder his breathing, he only Gritting his teeth, he decided: "I think you should hide it for you... They do need more pensions..."

The voice of the second half of the sentence was very soft, but Ian could hear it.

At the same time, the mist lingering on Scott's body also took shape in Ian's eyes.

"Huh?" Raising his eyelashes slightly, Ian was a little surprised because he saw a color he had never seen before: "Green?"

"This color..."

What appeared on Scott's body was a pale white aura first, which proved that although Scott had been trained, he was still not as good as a strong adult.

But soon, a touch of green that seemed to suggest 'friendliness' lingered all over his body.

In fact, Ian has not fully figured out the scope of his psychic powers and the types of predictions. This is not surprising. There are some people on the continent of Terra who have never figured out the effects of their psychic powers. Anyway, it does not prevent them from using them.

However, Ian guessed that his psychic power, in addition to predicting the future good or bad and cherishing, can also glimpse some functions of "danger and favor".

Scott's green mist is obviously opposite to the red hostile aura of the natives, representing a friendly color.

——This guy wants to help himself from the bottom of his heart.

After understanding this, Ian didn't say much: "Then go, think about what to say before you go, don't stutter...I'll go to other places to see the situation first."

"……I see."

Scott nodded solemnly, then leaned against the wall of the alley, and walked slowly towards the city center - he knew that Ian would still have actions to take, and there might be secrets, so naturally he would not stay to spoil the scenery.

And Ian stared at the back of the other party, thinking in his heart: "What a good man with a sense of humor... It is indeed not a bad thing to have such a friend in the city guard."

For a long time in the future, he will spend time in Port Harrison, and he will need a stable and safe base until he grows up to be able to move freely across the continent.

That being the case, the fewer enemies in this place the better, and the more friends the better.

Shaking his head slightly, Ian didn't care whether his strength was exposed or not—for ordinary people, the strength he showed was incredible, but for a sublimator like Viscount Grant, it was nothing more than a virtual source level, an apprentice's level. Just explosive.

At most, he felt that Elder Pude was really impatient, and he actually let him try to adapt to the virtual source seed so early, without doubting others.

As for Elder Purdue... the way he behaved was that the more talented he is, the better.

At this moment, the colors between heaven and earth are quite colorful.

Because the crocodile was severely injured, its blood and various pieces of meat danced and drifted in Harrison Harbor with the storm. In the eyes of Ian, who opened his vision, it was purple and dark blue mist that was constantly spreading and overflowing with the wind. At the same time, it gradually changed to blue, light blue and pure white.

This process is extremely magnificent, just like the feeling of morning glow changing color and refraction as the sun rises.

However, that's not what Ian really cares about.

"Sure enough, there are still gains."

Observing carefully, he finally found the most solid 'purple' among the ever-changing colors in the sky!

That, the 'purple sublimation material' that spewed out because he shot at the Crocodile's vitals!

While aiming, Ian was thinking, as the mountain lord and the totem spirit, the crocodile in front of him might be the best source of monster material he could find in the entire Nanling.

Even if you can't get the core materials, even if you get a little flesh and blood, you can add food!

In the past two months, Ian has been eating fish, vegetables, and wheat porridge. To be honest, for someone like him who has studied food to a certain extent, there are indeed few food ingredients.

"Repelling monsters will also drop materials, which is not bad."

Locking on the light mist of purple breath, Ian walked low, almost like swimming, shuttled through Harrison Harbor, which had turned into a swamp country, and arrived at the target - no one disturbed along the way, and all ordinary people huddled in their own shelters and rooms, and the natives have already fled.

Soon, he saw his goal.

Because of the washing of the rain curtain, the orange-red blood of the crocodile dragon was so thin that it was almost imperceptible, and the deep muddy water covered many things, but Ian's eyes could penetrate those mortal things and reach the extraordinary crystals underneath.

"This is……"

Without hesitation, Ian took a deep breath and submerged into the muddy water. After a few seconds, the boy's figure appeared again, but at this time, he already had a strange piece of flesh the size of his arm in his hand.

This piece of meat is blue-red, with a fine and flexible texture. It seems to be a fragment of some kind of internal organs. It feels like high-quality rubber. Even if it is cut with a sword, it may not be able to cut its surface.

But the point is not in the flesh and blood, but in the fact that this piece of blue-red has a densely packed fine crystal grid structure. The khaki-yellow hexagonal network structure looks like a honeycomb, releasing dots of fluorescence, like a lamp on the street in the middle of the night. The half-bright algae oil lamp made the meat in the boy's hands have a non-biological and alien texture.

Sublimation of biological texture.

Boom—boom—boom!

Even in the great wind and rain, Ian still couldn't help but fix his eyes on this strange piece of crystal flesh.

--hunger.

The body is issuing a warning, the muscles that consume a lot of sugar contract slightly, the digestive system begins to move, especially the liver that has begun to sublimate, it seems to be telling Ian its desire with a wonderful feeling.

--hunger.