The 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 streaks of thunder fell from the churning cloud vortex overhead, striking the top of the cliff that had been baptized by countless thunders. The rock had long been peeled off, revealing its fine metal skeleton of gold and iron. superior.
However, what is surprising is that this dark 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 thunderbolt fell, illuminating everything on the top of the cliff. For a moment, only the purple light was 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 the unknown figure that had been hidden under the rock shell for an unknown amount of time was finally finally The ancient writing on the metal frame shows some real features.
"The Ladder to Heaven (ΚλίμαξΘείαςανόδου)...The Heavenly Father spans 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 step to heaven for us as ascendants to elevate ourselves."
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.
He came here precisely to prevent this from happening.
"Thunderhunting jellyfish."
At this moment, Hilliard noticed that as the thunder from the sky continued to crash down towards the Chantan Cliff, dots of cyan-blue light began to surge in the nearby sea, like scattered fluorescent lights on a black curtain.
Immediately afterwards, with a low buzzing sound, hundreds of nearly a thousand jellyfish with 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. The two are shuttled with terrifying arcs and lightning, intertwined into an electric cage grid. Any one of the arcs is enough to knock out an entire ship. Roasted to char.
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 thousands 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 is not even such a monster.
"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 these 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 confusion. 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 there be 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 psychic powers tell me that the entire city is in danger of being destroyed... This premonition makes me unable to sleep."
He looked at Hilliard who looked surprised 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 spiritual 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 the same. 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 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 the dark room, the old knight frowned, thinking about the prediction that Ian had explained to him before, and said softly: "It is normal for you to feel extremely physically exhausted after the precognition... Whether intentional or not, psychic precognition generally It’s a sign that can only appear on sublimated people above the third energy level. Even they will find it too much, let alone you.”
"Rather, you can actually 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 had traveled to this different world and could 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' can only give birth to wisdom after initially giving birth to the soul."
"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 psychic powers 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 a hazy shadow.”
"But you might 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 joking, 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's not necessarily what's 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 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 Port Harrison in southern Xinjiang could still stand tall in the mountains and jungles despite being surrounded and besieged by many redwood natives was precisely because of the presence of the late Emperor Inaga II. Deep 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...
He is the 'Black Tyrant'.
