High Above

"It looks... really good!"

Swallowing, Ian suppressed the 'desire' and 'hunger' coming from all over 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 only the size of his arm was dark purple, and there was even a hint of light blue aura overflowing from 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 know the powerful totem material with the potential of the third level, but the teacher must know how to use it."

Putting the nest-shaped crystal flesh into his arms, Ian drank some rainwater and recovered 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 couldn't help sighing softly: "Is this the continent of Terra... a world where ordinary people are precarious."

"It still needs to be stronger."

The battle for the redwood forest, which lasted for more than two months, is over.

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 there was no serious problem. Viscount Grant, who was still in 80% condition, did not chase the fleeing totem master immediately.

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: "The pressurized pipe is twisted...then don't chase."

As the name suggests, etheric weapons are combat armor with etheric furnace cores 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 knew very well that even if he ignored the armor damage, there would be no result in catching up. The etheric armed force needs elemental crystals as fuel, and elemental crystals are rare and precious strategic materials, which are generally distributed by the imperial capital to officials of the provinces. With the nobles, his own inventory is very small, 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.

And under the operation of the big shaman, no matter how seriously 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 weapon, if he wants to keep the opponent, he really can only fight for his life.

If you can win a big victory, 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 ... and only when I can guarantee the suppression of the Sequoia natives, the imperial capital will not feel that the place is corrupt, and other people 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 escort team was 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 told after he was fed the veritaserum by the captives. In the past, the Sequoia family was actually one. The ancient secret treasure house can also lead the tribe to take refuge there in times of crisis.

——Ancestor Secret Collection, isn’t it the relic of the pre-epoch?

Only the old Viscount Grant and his knights knew this, and now, only himself and his knight Yam.

"If the maze takes shape, 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...it's still too late."

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

Even if it could be done, he wouldn't 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, to help them go one step further, to become a real hereditary earl on the frontier of the empire, and to be a real emperor of the southern land... is very possible.

It's 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 sunk, flooded by mud and stagnant water.

The cities where the crocodile dragons ravaged were 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 emotionally indifferent can't help but sigh worriedly at this moment: "Port Harrison hasn't recovered from the last big storm... Now it's even more troublesome, I can only see if I can buy some food from the north. "

"Fortunately, I have prepared for it long ago, and 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 ether arm, and prepared to return to the Viscount's mansion: "Normal production will resume next year."

"I can only be thankful that the indigenous people have been hit harder."

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

Viscount Mansion.

When Viscount Grant returned, the entire Viscount's mansion had returned to stability. 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 bodies of their own people were placed in the hall to wipe off the muddy water, and the bodies of the natives were thrown in the corner for centralized processing later.

"Everyone, you have worked hard."

The etheric weapon was nearly four meters tall, and even Viscount Grant, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, seemed short.

But when the Viscount walked out of the control compartment in front of the armor and pulled out the barge wires located on the spine and the back of the neck, the huge armor began to deform spontaneously—accompanied by the sound of mechanical fitting, the cavity was sunken, almost In just a few seconds, the huge armor folded and shrunk, turning into a light blue metal pillar almost like a prism behind the Viscount.

The prism was manipulated by the viscount to suspend the water vapor 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, I will go to my vault later. The warriors who are willing to protect my mansion deserve more Many awards."

The existence of the viscount itself is enough to make people feel at ease, not to mention that he has shown strength not inferior to his father, enough to counteract the terrifying crocodile dragon of the natives - hearing him announce this, low cheers sounded in the mansion, and Grant The Viscount 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 who were attacked by the crocodile dragon psionic field, but there might be survivors to rescue the living people, He personally gave them shelter that could withstand the wind and rain.

This action caused another wave of admiration, and the selected guards felt 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 set mansion becomes a place for displaying corpses, and he doesn't care His own flower garden was trampled and ravaged by those rude guards.

He didn't even care that for his own purposes, the entire Port of Harrison would always be under the threat of the natives, just like today, the city was damaged and there were many casualties.

He has always cared about very little.

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

"Darling...fortunate to have you."

Grant breathed a sigh of relief seeing his finance officer preparing to go to the vault to prepare for the bounty to be released later.

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."