The old knight did not deliberately use force to stimulate the flow of his own essence, but the sea area with a radius of tens of meters in the center was calm. No wind, rain or waves could cause even a trace of ripples in the sea water within the pale golden light.
If Ian were here at this moment and observed using precognitive vision, he would definitely be shocked to notice that under his teacher's seemingly old skin, 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 lines gave rise to a huge amount of flesh and blood essence, which is the purest source of essence. Even if it is only condensed in the body, it is enough to trigger a spiritual field visible to the naked eye to linger and radiate around his body.
It emits illusory light and shadow like metallic mountain peaks.
In front of him were two super-giant moray eels that were writhing endlessly, nearly a hundred meters long, or even more than a hundred meters long. One of them released dark blue lightning arcs all over his body, and the other just stirred his tail, and then
The surrounding sea creates huge whirlpools one after another.
The huge waves caused by the big storm were as harmless to these two giant eels as the waves caused by a child in the bathtub.
But facing the towering man in front of them, they were unable to move forward, and could only emit high-frequency, ear-piercing roars that were difficult for humans to hear.
"Did the natives ask you to drive the sea beasts to attack Harrison Port?"
Looking at the two giant beasts in front of him, Hilliard, who had blocked most of the sea beasts and the two totem spirits, sighed: "The totem spirits of the natives of the Redwood Forest are all large monsters close to the third energy level. I used to think that they had a profound background.
Now that I think about it, 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 screens of light flashed before his eyes.
Although he has lost almost all his sublimation powers, and even if his physical strength is 100%, he only has less than 10% left, he will not be in any danger when facing two giant eels that have not yet reached the third level.
"Is Ian safe now?"
Hilliard even had the energy to turn his head. He looked worriedly at Harrison Port, which was hearing continuous explosions. The silver halo seemed to be able to penetrate distant time and space to determine some message, and then shook his head slightly: "It's okay...
He is so smart, he will definitely protect himself."
The old knight was indeed right.
But now Ian not only wants to protect himself, he even wants to protect others.
At the very least, you have to keep your house.
"We can't let them continue fighting like this. My house will be demolished!"
As soon as Ian returned home, he sent his younger brother Ellan to the refuge room. The little guy didn't understand what kind of crisis situation it was. He was still giggling and wanted to slap him in the face and scare the boy away.
I laughed once.
In the precognitive vision, the blood-colored mist on Elan's body is very conspicuous, but it is far less thick than two months ago. For Ian today, this is a sign of safety and improvement in his strength.
However, this blood color has a tendency to gradually become thicker.
There is no way. The underground shelter is originally very safe and can even prevent rainwater from pouring in. But according to the current scenario of power armor fighting giant monsters, half of Harrison Harbor will probably be demolished by the time the battle is completed, and Ian's family may not be able to do it either.
exception.
The direction in which the evil dragon and the power armor are moving now is exactly the 'refugee zone' formed by the natives who attacked villages in various places two months ago, 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 took shelter in the shelters built by the City Hall and the Chamber of Commerce. They were very close to the Viscount Palace and the population was extremely dense.
It happens to be in the most dangerous combat zone.
Viscount Grant is still fighting with the Crocodile Dragon. The Crocodile Dragon has nothing to do against the ether weapons that can fly freely in the sky, but the Viscount can't stop the Crocodile Dragon from destroying the city, let alone killing the opponent.
The two sides are locked in a fierce battle, but as long as the winner is determined, it will be enough to determine the level of the next ten years. If the empire wins, it is even more likely to completely suppress the redwood forest natives 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 that there is no second Ascended One in the entire city who can intervene in their battle... Who can be that wedge?
"Only alchemical artillery."
Ian's eyes turned to the tower building surrounding his home.
Because he killed the elite indigenous hunter who went to raid the tower, the place was not affected. But I don’t know why. Maybe it was because it was too far away. When the mountain tide spirit invaded the city, the tower was not attacked, so
Instead, they survived the second wave of indigenous attacks.
Narrowing his eyes, Ian took a deep breath and thought of the wailing of the civilians who were massacred by indigenous hunters not long ago, and the cry of the boy who was smaller than himself two months ago: "Maybe there are still intact ones.
Alchemical 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 Port Harrison is not large, and the population that returns in winter does not exceed 50,000. Only by relying on the patrolling escorts and the auxiliary villages and sentry towers densely scattered in the jungle can the actual control area be spread to a radius of hundreds of miles around.
However, even if an extremely tight defense network was arranged, Viscount Grant still spent huge sums of money to build independent guard towers in various areas of the city to provide fire suppression for the defending troops when the natives might invade the city in the future.
This preparation for a rainy day cannot be considered a waste, because everyone knows that if the Imperial people did not negotiate with the Sequoia people at that time, the final result would be that the Sequoia people summoned all the tribes and all totem spirits and vowed to raze the people at that time.
As long as the Harrison Port Empire, which is a wooden fortress village, can hold on to the town and then slowly build city walls and establish real fortresses and castles, then the indigenous plan to expel outsiders will completely fail.
Based on this understanding of the "decisive battle", basically all Harrison residents supported the construction of these city defense facilities, and even moved bricks, stones and wood with their own hands and helped ram the earth to build them.
After more than thirty years of peace, the defense of the towers in the city has long been lax, and even natives often come in and out of the city for smuggling or development.
However, due to the sudden attack two months ago, Harrison Port, which was under martial law, not only reorganized the defenses of the towers in the city, but also equipped the towers in several key areas with expensive alchemical artillery.
The tower on the coastal avenue in the east of the city is such a tower equipped with alchemical cannons.
But the strange thing is that no matter whether it was the attack by the elite indigenous hunters before or the crocodile dragon breaking through the city wall later, the tower did not react at all. It stood motionless in the violent wind and rain. There was no artillery fire, no crossbows were fired, and even
Not even the lights were lit, it was as quiet as death.
There may be many, but the truth is simple.
The alchemical cannon is broken.
"...No, no, I can't move at all..."
A city guard in leather armor was already sweating profusely. He was currently groping up and down a cylindrical cannon that was as thick as the upper body of an ordinary person and more than three meters long. From time to time, he used the linen cloth in his hand to wipe the pieces of
The inscriptions on the disc-shaped chassis, and from time to time I peered into the muzzle to find the problem. I simply didn’t know what to do.