"It looks...really good!"
Swallowing, Ian suppressed the 'desire' and 'hunger' that came from all over his body.
He can now be sure that the flesh and blood or internal organ fragments in his hands are absolutely valuable and should be cherished very much.
In the precognitive vision, the piece of flesh the size of his arm appeared dark purple, and there was even a hint of light cyan aura flowing out of its center...
"Gray, white, blue, purple, green... Ordinary people, strong people, the first energy level, the second energy level, and the third energy level..."
The Swamp Crocodile Dragon 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 level. However, due to serious injuries decades ago, it has been unable to return to its full state, let alone advance.
Closing his eyes and turning off his precognitive vision, Ian realized that if he continued to use psychic powers, he might not have the strength to go home.
"I don't understand the powerful totem spirit material with third-level potential, but the teacher definitely knows how to use it."
Putting this nest-shaped crystal of flesh and blood into his arms, Ian drank some rainwater to regain some strength, and then started to return towards his home.
Along the way, he looked around at the dilapidated cities, as well as the corpses and pieces of flesh and blood mixed in the muddy water, and couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the continent of Terra...a world where ordinary people are precarious."
"You still need to become stronger."
The battle in the redwood forests, which lasted for more than two months, is over.
At least, that's the case for him.
The other side of Harrison Harbor.
"There is an abnormality in the heart of the ether furnace."
Viscount Grant was thrown away by the crocodile dragon's tail, but he was not seriously injured. Viscount Grant, who was still in 80% health, did not pursue the fleeing totem master immediately.
On the contrary, he took off his helmet, shook his hair, and then turned his head seriously to look at the twisted structure on the side of his armor: "The supercharger pipe is twisted... Then let's not pursue it."
As the name suggests, etheric weapons are combat armors with the etheric furnace core 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 damage to his armor, there would be no results in pursuing him - the etheric weapons needed to use element crystals as fuel, and element crystals were rare strategic materials that were generally distributed uniformly by the imperial capital to provincial officials. With the nobles, his own inventory is very small. Without the material support of the imperial capital, there is no way to fully mobilize the etheric weapons for a long time.
The resources of the imperial capital have not yet arrived, so even if he catches up, he can only continue fighting for ten minutes.
Under the control of the great shaman, no matter how seriously injured Crocodile Dragon is, there is still no problem in supporting him for more than ten minutes. Without the assistance of etheric weapons, he will really have to fight for his life if he wants to keep him.
Why risk your life when you can win a great victory?
not to mention……
It's a good thing that the other person is alive.
"Only when there are such troublesome foreign enemies, Harrison Port is useless...and only when I can still guarantee the suppression of the Sequoia natives, the Imperial Capital will not feel that the place is rotten, and let others take over the mess."
"Similarly, only when there are still such troubles to foreign enemies will the imperial capital release some of its resources."
Raising his head, the Viscount looked towards the direction where the crocodile dragon was escaping. He narrowed his eyes: "And, sure enough."
The middle-aged noble 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 was not the only one, but one of several secret keys kept by the indigenous people."
Viscount Grant didn't know whether the natives knew about the ruins or what they regarded the ruins as. He just knew that the natives held the key that could open the ruins.
This is the secret revealed by a shaman who was very prestigious among the indigenous people after he was fed truth serum by a prisoner - in the past, the Sequoia clan was actually one, and the clan preserved the secret key left by their ancestors, which can be opened. The ancient secret treasure house can also lead the tribe to take refuge there in times of crisis.
——Ancestral secrets, aren’t they relics from the previous era?
The only people who knew this were the old Viscount Grant and a few of his knights back then, and now, it was only him and his knight Yam.
"If the labyrinth is formed, the empire will definitely send people to explore and develop it."
"It usually takes four to five years or more to conquer medium and large mazes, and the existence of the maze itself is a huge resource point. It may not take more than ten years to fully develop it."
"I still have more than ten years to prepare...it's still too late."
Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant did not think that the resources and secrets hidden in this ruins would allow him to reach the sky in one step and become an independent grand duchy like Junling Castle.
Even if it really works out, he won't do it.
You must know that if it were not for the turmoil in the Dark Mountains northwest of Terra, Junling Castle would have been wiped out by the empire long ago, and the Apocalypse Armed Forces would not have been able to help them block the million-strong army.
However, it is very possible to help them go one step further and become hereditary earls on the empire's frontier, becoming a true southern emperor...
This is all in the future.
Viscount Grant put his thoughts down 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 sank, and were submerged in mud and water.
The cities where the Crocodile Dragon had ravaged were so miserable. Although the urban areas in the northeast were intact, most of the elite areas closest to the coast were destroyed.
The only thing to be thankful for is probably that the port itself is still intact. Although the fishing industry will be affected, it will not fall into famine after the war, including the food reserves.
"After the big storm, the farmland will be harvested this year."
Even a man who has always been indifferent to emotions couldn't help but sigh worriedly at this moment: "Originally, Harrison Port has not recovered from the last big storm... Now it is even more troublesome, so we can only see if we can buy some food from the north. "
"Fortunately, I made preparations in advance, and I still have enough food for a month, but people can't eat salted fish all the time."
There were too many things to think about after the war. Viscount Grant shook his head. He put on his helmet, activated the Apocalypse Arms, and prepared to return to the Viscount Mansion: "Normal production will not resume until next year."
"I can only be thankful that the indigenous people were hit harder."
Buzzing, although the operation of the ether furnace heart on the back was somewhat stagnant, as the steam pushed it, the dark blue full-body armor still floated in the air, and then disappeared in a flash.
Viscount House.
When Viscount Grant returned, the entire Viscount Mansion had fallen into a state of calm. Under the command of Finance Officer Lamar, many guards and attendants who had not fled were reorganizing the defense line and collecting the corpses in the courtyard.
The corpses of the locals were placed in the hall to wipe away the mud and water, while the corpses of the indigenous people were thrown in the corner for centralized processing later.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
The etheric weapon is nearly four meters tall, making even Viscount Grant, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, look short.
But when the Viscount walked out of the control cabin in front of the armor and unplugged the connecting cables located on the spine and back of the neck, the huge armor began to deform spontaneously - with the sound of mechanical fitting, the cavity was sunken, almost In just a few seconds, the huge armor folded and shrank, turning into a light blue metal pillar that was almost a prism behind the Viscount.
The prism was suspended behind him by the Viscount's control of water vapor. He walked into the mansion and announced to everyone: "You are able to defend our home this time. You have done a great job and deserve to be rewarded."
"When the storm passes, all those who fought in the city will be rewarded. They are the true braves, but you will get more. Lamar, go to my treasury later. The brave men who are willing to protect my mansion deserve more. Many awards.”
The presence of the Viscount in itself is reassuring enough, not to mention that he has shown that he is no less powerful than his father and can compete with the terrifying crocodile dragon of the natives. When he heard his announcement, 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's psychic field, but there might be survivors in the neighborhoods to rescue the living. He personally gave them shelter that could withstand the wind and rain.
This action caused another burst of admiration and emotion, and the selected guards felt extremely honored by this. They vowed never to betray the trust of their lord, and would abide by the spirit of chivalry, rescue innocent people, and never abandon any resident.
The Viscount is neither generous nor stingy. He is ruthless, but he also shows the responsibility that a qualified nobleman should have. It is like he doesn't care at all that the hall of his carefully designed mansion has become a place for displaying corpses, and he doesn't care at all. 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 threat from the natives, just like today, with the city destroyed and many casualties.
He has always cared about very little.
The task was arranged, and the Viscount himself came to the second floor.
"My dear...I'm lucky to have you."
Grant breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his financial officer preparing to go to the treasury to prepare for the bounty to be distributed later.
He took a step forward and hugged the red-haired beauty from behind: "If you hadn't helped to command, I'm afraid my mansion would have been invaded by the group of natives."
