Heavy rain fell from the sky, hitting the rocks with a noisy sound. The water flowed down from the cliff like a waterfall, converging into thick streams on the rugged surface of the Cuotan Cliff.
The dull thunder was like the roar of a big drum, intertwined with the sound of the wind, as if it was about to tear the sky apart.
Hilliard Lexi stared at the undulating sea in the distance. There was a huge, majestic, but deep and dark shadow in the depths of the sea. His mood fluctuated like the waves.
The air was filled with weird-smelling water vapor, and thunderbolts fell from the churning cloud vortex overhead, striking the top of the cliff that had been baptized by countless thunders. The rocky substance had long been peeled off, revealing its fine metal skeleton of gold and iron.
superior.
However, what is surprising is that this pitch-black metal frame is not affected by any thunder. No matter how huge the current is, it will be quietly absorbed by it.
Boom! An unusually bright sky thunder fell, illuminating everything on the top of the cliff. For a moment, there was only a blue-purple glow left inside and outside the cliff.
Hilliard raised his head, and he saw a cloud collapsing and falling. The gray rain cloud pressed down heavily, and together with the shining thunder, it fell to the earth with a momentum that overwhelmed everything.
The old knight didn't care, and allowed his body to be washed away by the rain clouds containing a large amount of spiritual energy fields and electric charges. With the light of thunder, he seemed to be able to vaguely see that what had been hidden under the rock shell for an unknown amount of time was finally finally
The ancient words on the metal frame show some real features.
"The Ladder to Heaven (Κλ?μαξΘε?α?αν?δου)...The Heavenly Father crosses all realms with seven steps and hangs the stars. The imprint of his steps is the so-called ladder to heaven, and it is also the climb for us as ascendants to improve ourselves.
Heavenly Stairs.”
He murmured to himself: "The maze is about to take shape. Once the maze formed based on that is completely constructed..."
Hilliard shook his head.
It was precisely to prevent this from happening that he came here.
"Thunderhunting jellyfish."
At this moment, Hilliard noticed that as the thunder from the sky continued to crash towards the Cai Chan Cliff, dots of cyan-blue light began to surge in the nearby sea, like flying fluorescent lights scattered on a black curtain.
Immediately afterwards, with a low buzzing sound, hundreds of nearly a thousand jellyfish with green-blue canopies slowly floated up from the sea amidst the electromagnetic sparks crackling in the atmosphere.
In the translucent soft gelatinous layer, there is a shining blue core like a light that rotates rapidly. The jellyfish burst out electric currents, intertwining with each other, as if communicating. After a brief period of 'communication', they gathered into a group,
It turned into a blue light cloud dancing around the thunder around Caotan Cliff.
Looking from a distance, the thunderclouds in the sky and the thunderclouds on the sea complement each other, and the two are shuttled with terrifying arcs and lightning, intertwined into an electric cage grid, and any one of the arcs is enough to knock out an entire ship.
Roasted to charcoal.
When the minehunting jellyfish swarm emerged, Hilliard had quietly retreated.
The most dangerous thing about swarms of monsters is this - their defense power will increase exponentially due to their numbers. They are obviously just weak low-level monsters when alone, but hundreds or nearly a thousand of them together are enough to become a powerful force around the Fangtan Cliff.
, the absolute overlord within a hundred miles.
The number of minehunting jellyfish this time was seven to eight or dozens of times greater than the number Hilliard saw when he came here eight and fifteen years ago... And fifty-five years ago, here,
There aren't even any such monsters around.
"Even for mazes, this speed is too abnormal. There must be some unexpected factors that have caused the rapid increase in their numbers in the past ten years."
"This factor is also the reason why the number of monsters in the waters around Harrison Port has increased significantly in recent decades and has gradually become more ferocious."
With such thoughts in mind, Hilliard transformed into Oceana and returned to the city.
It was already midnight on the second day, but on his way home, he was surprised to find that there were still lights on in the house.
"What, Ian, why don't you sleep?"
Back in the house, Hilliard looked at the white-haired boy sitting at the table with some doubts. He shook his head and said: "A regular schedule is part of spiritual practice, especially at your age. As long as you get enough sleep,
Only then will you have enough physical strength and room for growth.”
"I know, teacher."
When Hilliard finally returned, Ian stood up to greet him.
Facing the old knight's euphemistic reproach, he just shook his head and solemnly replied: "As for today, it is a special situation."
"My spiritual power tells me that the entire city is in danger of destruction... This premonition makes me unable to sleep."
He looked at the surprised Hilliard and said calmly: "Teacher, I want to know an answer."
"Even if it's vague and perfunctory, that's the case."
What kind of ability is Ian's psychic ability?
Even Ian himself has a hard time explaining this.
Precognitive vision, in addition to predicting future trends within a certain period of time, also has the ability to identify items, and can also detect psychic energy and take into account lucid vision. It is a quite complex and comprehensive auxiliary psychic power of the observation system.
Such spiritual energy is quite rare in the continent of Terra.
Perhaps the prophets of the major churches may have abilities similar to Ian's, but that is just a guess. After all, even counting the unclear history of the previous era, over the years, few psykers have really been proven to be able to
True and correct prediction of the future.
Even Ian is like this. He is not 100% sure that his psychic ability is screening out the 'most likely possibility' or spying on the progress of another parallel world.
However, if it is only at the level of 'predicting danger', then most psykers may have once or twice, on a whim, suddenly perceive a specific crisis time about themselves.
"Is that so? You can actually proactively sense that the entire Harrison Port will encounter an extremely terrifying crisis, affecting everyone, almost without exception?"
Hilliard turned off the lights so as not to attract the attention of his neighbors.
In a dark room, the old knight frowned, thinking about the prediction that Ian had explained to him before, and said softly: "It's normal for you to feel extremely physically exhausted after the precognition... Whether intentional or not, psychic precognition generally
It is a sign that may only appear in sublimated people above the third energy level. Even they will find it too much, let alone you."
"It would be better to say that you can still speak, which is enough to surprise me. This proves that the quality of your spiritual quality is quite high..."
"It may even have a soul."
"Huh?"
With a slight sigh, it was Ian's turn to be surprised - soul? He thought that in this magical world with psychic powers and the path to sublimation, everyone had a soul!
Not to mention the fact that he could travel to this different world and awaken the memories of his previous life, which made him feel that souls might even exist in his hometown.
Why does it sound like this soul is not available to everyone, and is even considered a very rare thing?
"Are you surprised?" Seeing Ian's expression, Hilliard couldn't help but smile.
He patiently said: "Wisdom does not require a soul. It is a talent of human beings and a gift from the fruit of wisdom. In contrast, Warcraft is born with the power of sublimation, but it does not have innate wisdom and needs to reach the second energy level.
'Ninghui' only gives birth to the soul, and only then can wisdom be given birth to."
"I know, you little guys always hear what fairy tale books say about souls without souls. It seems that everyone has it, but this thing is quite rare. Even those who are born with psykers may not be able to awaken their abilities as soon as they wake up.
It's there from time to time, at most it's just a hazy shadow."
"But you may be an exception."
Patting Ian's head, Hilliard couldn't help but frown and think: "Your psychic ability is actually the rarest type of predicting the future. It can actively perceive the future trend... If you are not kidding, then it's no wonder you did it in the first place
can find me."
The old knight looked a little anxious at this moment: "This is almost a prophet. The path that is most suitable for you should be the spiritual inheritance of the secrets of the major churches."
"But it's a bit difficult to get this kind of inheritance..."
"That may not be the best for me."
Realizing that his teacher seemed to be seriously thinking about how to get the prophetic inheritance from the major churches, Ian couldn't help but shook his head and said: "It's just the inheritance that is most suitable for my spiritual power."
"Compared to this." He interrupted the topic: "Teacher, what exactly is going to happen in Harrison Port? Why is there such a big danger coming?"
"...It's a long story."
Hilliard sighed, since Ian was already aware of the danger, there was no need to hide it from him.
Patting the chair, he gestured for the boy to sit down, and then slowly said: "This matter is even related to the establishment of Harrison Port."
"As one of the most remote frontiers in the human world, the reason why Harrison Port in southern Xinjiang was able to stand tall in the mountains and jungles despite being surrounded and besieged by many redwood natives is precisely because of the presence of the late Emperor Inaga II.
Strong support behind closed doors.”
Inaga II...
When Ian heard the name, some rumors he had heard in the past flashed through his mind.
In those discussions spread in secret exchanges, the reputation of the late emperor...
"Black King..." He couldn't help but whisper to himself, telling the emperor's nickname after his death.
Of course, this is actually a relatively mild nickname.
Because, among those who do not have much respect for the imperial family, the true name of Inaga II...