The old knight did not deliberately exert himself to urge his essentia to circulate, so that the sea area within a radius of tens of meters around the center was calm, and no wind, rain and waves could make even the slightest ripple in the sea water shrouded in pale golden light.

If Ian had been present at this moment, using the Prophetic Horizon to observe, he would have been shocked to realize that under his teacher's seemingly old skin, the tough and heavy high-density body tissue formed an orderly structure like metal crystals, and the old man's bones, internal organs, and mysterious sublimation lines gave birth to a huge amount of flesh and blood essence, which was the purest essentia essence, even if it was just condensed in the body, it was enough to trigger the visible psionic field to linger around him, radiating illusory light and shadow like metal peaks.

In front of him were two giant moray eels that were churning endlessly, nearly 100 meters long, or even more than 100 meters long—one of them released dark cyan lightning arcs around them, and the other simply stirred their tails, creating one huge whirlpool after another in the surrounding seas.

The waves that were raised by the storm were as threatening in front of the two giant eels as the waves of water in the bathtub of a child.

But in the face of the towering man in front of them, they could not move forward an inch, and could only let out a high-frequency piercing roar that was difficult for humans to hear.

"Did the natives let you drive the sea beasts to attack Port Harrison?"

Hilliard, who was staring at the two giant beasts in front of him, blocking most of the sea beasts and the two-headed totem spirits, sighed: "The totem spirits of the natives of the Sequoia Forest are all big demonic beasts close to the third energy level, and they used to think that they were profound, but now that I think about it, it must be related to the energy leaked from the ruins......

"I can't let you pass."

The old knight's eyes lit up with a silver glow, and countless light curtains flashed in front of him.

Although he lost almost all of his sublimation abilities, and even if he had less than 10% of his physical strength, he would not be in any danger in the face of two large eels that had not yet reached the third level.

"Is Ian safe now?"

Hilliard even had the strength to turn his head sideways, he looked worriedly at Harrison Harbor, where there was a continuous explosion, the silver halo seemed to be able to penetrate the distant time and space to determine what information, and then shook his head slightly: "It's okay...... He's so smart, he'll protect himself. ”

The old knight was right.

It's just that Ian now not only wants to protect himself, but even wants to protect others.

At the very least, you have to keep your own house.

"We can't let them fight like this - if they continue like this, my house will be demolished!"

Ian had already sent his brother Elan to the shelter as soon as he got home, and the little guy didn't understand what the crisis situation was, and he giggled and tried to reach out and pat him on the face, making the boy laugh angrily.

In the Foresight Horizon, the blood-colored mist on Elan's body is very conspicuous, but it is far less thick than it was two months ago, and for Ian now, this is a sign of safety and the progress of his own strength.

It's just that this blood has a tendency to gradually become thicker.

There is no way, the underground shelter is originally very safe, and it can even prevent rainwater from backing up, but according to the current script of power armor vs. giant monsters, I am afraid that half of Harrison Port will be demolished when the fight is over, and the Ian family may not be an exception.

The direction in which the dragon and the power armor are moving now is the 'refugee area' formed by the natives attacking villages two months ago, and many survivors gathered in the harbor!

Most of these refugees had built shacks next to the original square vacant lots, and when the storm came, they took refuge in the shelters built by the town hall and the Chamber of Commerce, very close to the Viscount's Palace, and extremely densely populated.

Exactly in the most dangerous combat area.

Viscount Grant is still fighting with the crocodile, and the crocodile has nothing to do with the aether armament that can fly freely in the sky, but the Viscount can't stop the crocodile from destroying the city, let alone killing the other party.

The two sides are inseparable from each other, but as long as the winner is divided, it is enough to distinguish the high and low in the next ten years, and if the imperial side wins, it is even more likely to completely suppress the natives of the redwood forest in the narrow area south of Elephant Bone Mountain.

All it takes is a wedge to tip the scales of victory and defeat.

The problem is, there is no second Ascendant in the entire city who can intervene in their battle...... Who can be that wedge?

"Only alchemy artillery."

Ian's gaze turned to the tower around his home.

Because he killed the elite native hunters who had gone to raid the tower, it was unaffected - but for some reason, perhaps because it was too far away, the tower did not attack when the spirits of the mountain tides invaded the city, so it survived the second wave of native attacks.

Squinting his eyes, Ian took a deep breath, thinking of the wails of civilians slaughtered by native hunters not long ago, and the cry of the boy who was a little younger than himself two months ago: "Maybe there is also a good alchemy cannon." ”

"That's the key."

He decided, "It's time to go." ”

So Ian got up.

Let's go.

Port Harrison is a small city, with no more than 50,000 people returning in winter, and it is only with the parade of convoys and the attached towns and watchtowers scattered in the jungle that the actual control area can spread to the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

However, even with an extremely tight defensive network in place, Viscount Grant still spent a lot of money to build separate guard towers in various districts of the city to provide fire suppression for the garrison in the event that the natives might invade the city in the future.

This was not a waste, because everyone knew that if the Empire did not negotiate with the Redwoods, the final result would be that the Redwoods would gather all the tribes and all the totem spirits and vowed to raze Harrison Harbor, which was still a wooden fortress village at the time—as long as the Empire held the town, and then slowly built the walls and built real fortresses and castles, then the natives' plan to expel the outsiders would have completely failed.

Based on this understanding of the 'decisive battle', basically all Harrison Port people supported the construction of these fortifications, and even moved bricks and stones with their own hands to help ram the earth.

In the more than 30 years of Chengping, the defense of the towers in the city has long been relaxed, and even natives often enter and leave the city, smuggling or developing offline.

However, because of the surprise attack two months ago, the martial law Port Harrison not only re-equipped the towers in the city, but even equipped the towers in several key areas with expensive alchemy artillery.

The tower of the coastal avenue in the east of the city is such a tower equipped with alchemical artillery.

Strangely, however, the tower did not react to the raid by the elite native hunters or the crocodile breaking through the walls—it stood still in the storm, no cannon fire, no crossbows, not even the lights lit, silent as if dead.

There may be many, but the truth is simple.

The alchemy cannon is broken.

“…… No, no, I can't move at all......"

A city guard in leather armor was already sweating profusely, and he was groping up and down with a cylindrical cannon that was the thickness of an ordinary person's upper body and more than three meters long, and from time to time he was blankly wiping the inscriptions on the disc-shaped chassis with the linen cloth in his hand, and from time to time he looked inside the muzzle to find the problem, and he didn't know what to do.