Airplanes!

Just when he saw the scarlet scene on the street, Ian, who was extremely stunned, suddenly felt that some organ deep in his brain, one could even say that it was independent of his body, but it did belong to him, suddenly developed a pain without warning.

The pain was as intense as someone had put a sea urchin stained with seawater and toxins in his brain and shook it violently, making it difficult for Ian to breathe for a moment, and he simply fell to his knees without even making a sound.

"Whew! Whew......"

The pain came and went as quickly as Ian regained control of his body, and he immediately began to breathe heavily, as if he had been fished out of water, and cold sweat the size of rice fell from his forehead and sideburns, wetting his neckline.

Of course, Ian is not the ultimate tough guy who wants to endure screams when he is alone, and the reason why he didn't exhale in pain is simply because he is so tired that he no longer has any extra strength, and his brother is next to him.

Trembling against the wall, Ian slowly stood up, and Ian, who had been detached from the foresight, looked up at the window with palpitations: "It seems...... I can't actively observe targets that are too large or too numerous......"

Just now, when Ian was observing the street, he felt that his physical strength was almost like a flood, and in an instant, he was close to prostration, and he almost passed out in shock.

This is where the shortcomings of the foresight come in.

It can indeed predict the future on a small scale, determine the value of items, and even lead Ian to make better choices to a certain extent......

But everything is too much, and he can only observe the fate and future trends of a few people at most.

As soon as there are many people, he can exhaust himself to death.

However, just because it's too much physical exertion doesn't mean it's 'can't'.

If Ian had enough physical strength, he guessed that in the future, he might be able to break this restriction and observe the future trend of 'a group of people' or even 'a street', 'a city' or even 'an entire port'!

"What just happened?"

Standing up slowly, Ian looked puzzled: "The port ...... shrouded in blood"

"Port Harrison, what are you going to face?!"

Although there is no other evidence, judging from his psionic signs alone, everyone in the entire Harrison Harbor, at least the vast majority, is in a 'certain death'!

The crimson mist that filled the streets even turned into a surging tsunami, echoing between the heavens and the earth...... Ian pulled down the alert in an instant, but he didn't know when the crisis would come.

"It's a storm? Tsunami? Or a thunderstorm, an earthquake? ”

"Harrison Port is next to the Bison Mountains, and it could also be landslides and mudslides caused by heavy rainfalls."

Running to the backyard, Ian looked up at the sky over Port Harrison and the surrounding terrain, and he couldn't help but mutter, "That's the only thing that can kill so many people at the same time...... Of course, there is also a possibility. ”

"That's a massive invasion by the natives."

"Even, the worst possible scenario is that several of these events happen at the same time."

Although it seems calm now, Ian knows that in recent times, the natives have indeed been engaged in pure sacrifices—a great ritual that even the Empire knows, requiring the condensation of the lives of dozens of living people, as well as many rare materials.

Dozens of tribes of the Sequoia natives, large and small, will put aside their disputes when holding pure sacrifices, and each offer their best sacrifice to the nominal 'Great Shaman', the co-leader of the Sequoia tribes.

Ian himself was almost sacrificed.

Generally speaking, the purity sacrifice is carried out once every ten years, and the potion produced in each pure sacrifice can create several first-level sublimators, which is also the most common and easiest way to create sublimators among the major tribes.

Of course, the sublimators of this manufacture are extremely flawed.

In addition, when they feel a great danger, the redwood natives will also carry out pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits, which can also temporarily strengthen the strength of the tribe.

"The last time the indigenous purity sacrifice was eight years ago, when a super typhoon swept across the southern coast of the empire......"

Ian stared at the clouds rolling in the darkness in the sky, the rain and thunder that were still falling did not frighten him, but only made him think: "My father died in that storm. A catastrophe that even the sublimators will not survive......"

"This time the indigenous sacrifices again show that there is a great possibility that another typhoon of the same intensity, or even higher, is coming."

"In addition, Teacher Hilliard's quiet arrival in Port Harrison seems to have something to do with this 'anomaly'."

The clues were converging, and Ian turned his head to look in the direction of the shoreline.

The surging waves crashed against the rocky base of the reef, the sand and the harbor, and they collided violently with a dull tremor like thunder on the ground.

"In the middle of the sea." He whispered to himself, staring at the deep shadows of the sea.

At this moment, Ian, to be honest, really couldn't help but want to open his foresight and look at the sea, he had a strong premonition, if he did this, he would definitely be able to see some signs and clues.

But an equally strong, even stronger, more premonition than that one was warning Ian.

- Try and die!

I'm almost tired when I look at the street, but I dare to look at the sea? It's not bold anymore, it's crazy at all!

"It's better to have a hunch than nothing, at least to prove that there is something in the sea that is far beyond what I can now predict."

Closing his eyes and suppressing the desire to observe, Ian shook his head slightly: "When the teacher comes back, I have to tell him what I found." ”

"It's a matter of life and death for the whole city...... It's not something to hide. ”

Back in the house, Ian took a deep breath to calm his mind.

Then, he came to his younger brother Elam again and began to continue his previous practice.

He continues to condense the source species.

- No matter what the future holds, no matter what the omens may be...... Condensing the source seed and improving your own strength can at least change the future of yourself and your brother.

"The previous foreknowledge proves that my modification direction is correct, and I can indeed rely on the fog on Elan's body to predict whether my decision is correct or not."

"In this way, I only need to correct some small details again, and I can start accumulating essentia, and when it is enough, I can cultivate the source seed in one fell swoop."

Although Ian doesn't know why, just thinking about it in his head can actually reflect the changes in the future of reality...... Perhaps this is the special feature of the Foresight Horizon.

Things that don't have answers, don't need to think about it.

Calm in his mind, Ian closed his eyes.

In the midst of storms and thunderstorms, when lightning pierced the sky outside the window, he began to practice again.

Meanwhile.

In the east of the city, near the central avenue, the Hall of Elders of the White People.

Behind the house, there is a small courtyard where some commonly used herbs are planted in the Elder Hall, which is used by the doctors in the Hall of Elders to treat the white people for free.

This is a place where the high-level leaders of the White People meet and discuss on weekdays, and Elder Pude himself often works and rests here, but if nothing happens, no one will come here to trouble the old man, so it can be regarded as quiet.

But today, there was a tiptoeing figure through the torrential rain, all the way to the hall.

"Elder, Elder!"

Brin, the herb picker who appeared at Ian's door before and seemed to have some intentions, was now panicking and hurriedly said to the elder's guard: "I have key information to report to the elder......

The two guards, one on the left and one on the right, had already put their hands on Brin's shoulders and were about to throw him out, but they heard a tired old voice from upstairs: "Let him come up." ”

The guards let go of Brin in response, and the herb picker, who had been granted amnesty, breathed a sigh of relief, and then straightened his face and walked nervously upstairs.

"What, have you had any results from the investigation?"

In the study on the second floor, Elder Pude put down the official documents and reports in his hand, and he looked indifferently at Brin, who was saluting respectfully to himself, and said, "Look at your expression, it's the same as I guessed." ”

"Ian, that kid, did he find you, right?"