From the beginning, Ian didn't care at all whether he was reincarnated or time-traveled, and he didn't reject the fact that the other world was a psychic fantasy world.

He's an engineer and a staunch materialist, which means he doesn't think 'this is unscientific!' when he sees psionic energy and magic. Rather, he wondered, 'What kind of new system is needed for psionic energy to be explained?' ’。

So, when he saw that the humans on the continent of Terra had natural protective bone plates, when he saw the giant sea serpent tens of meters long in the sea, when he knew that there was a giant wild boar that was one person tall in the forest, a giant bear that was two stories high, and the giant marsh crocodile that he had just seen, which was about twenty meters tall and six or seven stories high.

Ian wasn't surprised at all.

- Isn't it normal to have giant beasts in another world?

Existence is reasonable, he has such a firm belief, even if he sees Goela building a nest and laying eggs at the bottom of the sea, he will not frown.

But all this calm and rational mentality, when Ian saw the 'fully armed combat power armor' on Viscount Grant's body, he couldn't hold back completely.

"Everything, there is a technology that can make power armor, how can productivity be so low!"

Although he complained about it at first, and the productivity of the Terra continent was not low, Ian soon thought of no less than seven or eight possibilities - for example, this thing is essentially a high-level handmade armor, exclusive to nobles, and has no large-scale industrial system; For example, this thing only looks like power armor on the surface, but it is actually a magical psionic equipment; For example, this thing may be a legacy of a pre-era civilization, and the modern Terrans can only use and repair it, but they can't build it at all......

"Yes, the inscription?"

The distance was extremely far away, and there was a curtain of water, and even though Ian's eyes were much sharper than ordinary people because of his psionic powers, he could not see the details of the battle in the distance, and could only hear the roar of a giant beast and a loud noise like a sea tide churning.

He realized in his heart: "In this world, there is also a technical system of inscriptions and alchemy...... It is not incomprehensible that the power armor that relies on inscriptions to achieve cross-era realization. ”

But now is not the time to dwell on whether the power armor vs. the behemoth is strange or not.

Outside the window, Viscount Grant's battle with the Great Shaman is already heating up.

The attacks of both sides could easily tear down the streets, destroy the houses, and in just a few seconds, the square in the center of the city had already been shattered, worthy of being two levels higher than him, an apprentice who had just started his cultivation for two months, and had already begun to cultivate the soul of the sublimator.

Ian could see that the huge crocodile dragon had no dead ends, and the three pairs of eye pupils could sweep everything around his body without any dead ends under the control of the great shaman, even if he was wearing power armor and had greatly upgraded mobility, it was difficult for Viscount Grant to defeat the opponent by relying on high-speed movement.

Of course, the Viscount had already discovered the Great Shaman who was surrounded by crocodile spines and protected on top of his head, but not to mention that the Great Shaman's human form might be useless, his mind had already been integrated into the crocodile brain, and even if that place was really a vulnerable point, it would be difficult for him to hit accurately.

"You can rush back as soon as possible, I really didn't expect you to be so irrational and give up the main force to annihilate me, but to return to your half-destroyed city."

The old figure sneered, and he sarcastically mocked the enemy's 'decisiveness': "What about your troops? The soldiers you left behind may be weeping and being annihilated by our warriors. ”

"Forgot Bishop Huaiguang?"

The viscount could naturally hear the enemy's taunts, and knew that the other party was trying to disrupt his movements with words and find an opportunity.

But he sneered and responded: "I know that he is an old man with a soft heart, and he can't do anything to ordinary people, and he is dragged down by the riots created by your spies in other colonies, so he dares to swagger and raid the city? ”

"But you've forgotten that I'm just a viscount of the Empire, not a supreme leader like you, have you? I had applied for assistance from the capital half a month earlier, and they would not have been able to reach Port Harrison, but it would have been easy to suppress the colonies in the mountains. ”

"His Excellency the Bishop who escaped just in time, he knows that you have set off a massacre against civilians, and is making a rare move to take the initiative and take command of the troops in Ammor's town in my place."

Viscount Grant gloated, "The seven shamans and the strongest chieftain are all there, and you're all newborne...... Those old things may be fine against others, but against His Excellency the Bishop, there is no chance of victory! ”

Seeing that the crocodile dragon was slightly stunned, and sensing the other party's vacillation, the viscount immediately controlled the armor to spray water mist to reach the right position, and swung his sword to slash out a water blade towards the side of the crocodile's abdomen - the hot steam expanded and exploded, it was like a bomb pushing behind it, and the sharp liquid knife was enough to easily cut off a metal pillar more than ten centimeters thick under the impetus of such a force.

But the Great Shaman, who reacted, controlled the crocodile to turn its head and face the water blade with the strongest crown of thorns, and then break it up.

"Damn."

Seeing this, the viscount couldn't help frowning.

At that time, the redwood aborigines had four totem spirits, namely the mountain tide, the drum wave, the rising tide, the sea of trees and the fog nest...... Among them, the spirit of the mountain tide is the marsh crocodile in front of him, the spirit of the drum wave and the spirit of the tide are the two deep-sea giant eels in the depths of Odell Reef, and the spirit of the sea of trees is the sea of trees in the great redwood forest itself.

As the fifth of the four totem spirits, the Spirit of the Fog Nest is a giant rot spider located in the depths of the miasma area of the Great Sequoia Forest, and the only totem spirit that was killed by his father, the old Viscount Grant, when the Imperial Pioneer Group was building a town.

However, the old Viscount Grant was also seriously injured because of the battle with many totem spirits at the same time, but most of the armor was damaged, and the matching sublimation weapon 'Condensing Crystal Sword' was corroded and broken by the poisonous gas of the spirit of the fog nest, so that the current viscount lacked weapons and could not condense his water blade into spiritual ice and turn it into a physical ice blade, and his lethality was sharply reduced.

Not to mention, his fighting skills are indeed inferior to his father who killed him from the sea of blood in Wusha Port.

But, even so, Viscount Grant was still confident in the outcome of this battle.

The Aether Armament he wears, 'Expedition', has a variety of functions and weapons, including an accelerator that enhances his lethality—as the Viscount enters essentia, it accelerates the Aether furnace core, and the mist of water around him is absorbed by the armor, and then explodes at an accelerated pace from the jet port in the center of his palm.

Boom Boom! The ultra-high-speed water cannon was not evaporated by the high heat under the action of essentia, but bombarded the crocodile and the street solidly, blasting away all the mud and rocks within a radius of seven or eight meters in diameter, and the huge impact force made the crocodile even more painful, even if the great shaman forcibly suppressed it, it still instinctively let out a painful howl.

However, the water cannon alone cannot cause fatal damage to the crocodile - and the acceleration mode is also a drain on the aether armament, and the battle is reduced to whether the crocodile has more physical strength, or the ratio of armor and Viscount Grant's energy.

The storm continues, the pale blue aether armed with the behemoth, and only the Ascendant can join the battle with such harsh interference.

"The teacher is not there. He reckoned with more important things to be busy. ”

With a furrowed brow, Ian looked sideways at the churning open sea, the massive pillar of cloud had begun to move southwest, but it was still a long time before the storm was over.

Although he held an axe for chopping wood in his hand, it was enough to easily cut off the heads of ordinary natives, but at this moment, he felt that the things in his hands were quite useless: "It's just a matter of killing a few natives, how to deal with such a big monster?" ”

At this moment.

The far sea south of Port Harrison, around Odell Reef.

Hilliard stood on the mirror-like water, with a faint golden essentia radiance flowing around him, and his body was covered with a layer of translucent crystalline, indestructible.