"Calm down, calm ......"

Scott opened his mouth and tried to breathe heavily, forcing himself to calm down, but with such a breath, a thick smell of blood came.

Faintly visible, there were several corpses lying on the ground at the base of the tower, half-congealed blood spilling all over the ground.

Indeed, the elite hunters who were originally going to attack this tower were stopped, but the hunters who attacked the other towers, after completing their mission, realized that their companions were missing, and came to investigate the area, intending to solve the accidental target.

Because the time dragged on for too long, the natives exerted too much physical strength, and the windproof cloak was on the verge of failure, which dragged down the operation, so Scott and his comrades took advantage of the other party's carelessness and successfully killed these elite hunters.

The price is that Scott is the only one in the four-person team who is still alive.

"It is necessary to successfully launch the artillery fire...... Be sure to successfully start the artillery firing ......"

Smelling the blood of his comrades and natives, and hearing the furious roar of the crocodile dragon in the distance, Scott's hands trembled at the moment, and he couldn't even grasp the linen cloth that usually wiped the barrel of the cannon and the inner wall, and he could only repeat the most obsessive phrases in his heart.

But he was not a gunner in the first place, and although he usually saw a lot, he could only control the gun to aim and fire.

- How to repair the broken artillery? How does he know!

Do you pray to bring peace to the spirits of displeasure? That's a good idea, but the Order of the Machines is supposed to be a minority in the Empire......

His thoughts had begun to flown into the distance in confusion, and Scott was running out of time.

As the ground shook suddenly, the entire tower began to shake slightly, and even scattered lime debris fell from it.

The crocodile's roar and the air-tearing screams of the Aether Armament grew closer, and the battle between Viscount Grant and the Grand Shaman could span half the city in a matter of minutes.

Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps deliberately, the battlefield between the two sides visibly headed towards the rough sea, almost boiling.

This tower is just around the perimeter of their tracks!

“…… No, we have to go. ”

Hit on the head by a falling brick, Scott reached out to touch his head in a daze, but could only touch a handful of blood mixed with dust, and then Scott suddenly realized his current situation.

- He really didn't know anything about alchemy artillery, and it was only because he didn't want the sacrifice of his comrades to be in vain that he forced himself to dump these inscription instruments here that he couldn't understand at all.

But the current situation will not change even if he dies, because the inscription is the same as mathematics, and it will not be if it will not be.

If you don't want to be buried with your comrades and natives, you have to leave.

Although he thought so, when Scott stumbled to the bottom of the tower and wanted to open the latch to leave, he was stunned to realize that the entire structure of the tower had been slightly deformed due to the previous earthquake tremor, and the solid log gate was stuck in the door frame, no matter how much he pushed or hit, it could not shake it in the slightest.

"It looks like I'm really going to die, but it's a pity that I didn't say goodbye to my mother in the morning......"

Exhausted, when he finally realized that he had been declared dead, Scott sat in a pool of blood with a crying and laughing, he didn't bother to care whether the corpse next to him was a comrade or a native, anyway, when the tower collapsed, everyone was a mess, who could tell whom?

At this moment, it was only at this moment that he could realize that this soldier in the light armor of the city guard was just a young man who didn't even have the hair on his mouth, at most fourteen or fifteen years old.

However, it was not long after Scott gave up the struggle completely.

The howling wind outside the tower seemed to pause for a moment.

Then, resigned to his fate, the young city guard jerked his head up and looked at the tower gate in dismay.

Because, just now, he seemed to hear the sound of someone pushing this door!

“…… Is it really locked......"

Listening carefully, Scott faintly heard a slightly immature, but unusually calm self-muttering from the noisy wind outside: "It seems that I can only kick away." ”

…… Kick away?

Exhausted, bleeding, and despairing, Scott didn't understand for a moment what it meant to 'kick away'.

But, in the next moment, he understood.

Rumble! With a powerful kick and bombardment of the door, the entire door panel collapsed backwards.

There was a strange warmth of wind and rain outside, and it skipped past the stunned Scott along with the entire door panel, and then slammed into the inner wall of the tower.

The sound of the rain suddenly became clear.

Turning his head blankly and staring at the door, the young city guard turned his head again in a daze, and looked at the door.

Torrential rain poured down, lightning and thunder roared, and a figure dressed in a native robe stood in the doorway.

Even, the other party had just withdrawn his leg - he couldn't see that his slender and well-proportioned body could burst out with such great power.

Before Scott could react, he could see the boy's face in the coat, and then he was stunned again.

“…… Ian? ”

Although the news was not deliberately disseminated, the news of a young psyker in Port Harrison was somewhat of a big news in the middle of the year.

Scott wasn't a white person, and he wasn't familiar with the psyker boy's appearance, but he wasn't so unrecognizable when he saw it face to face.

"Do you recognize me? That's easy to do. ”

After turning his head, Ian saw a wolfed city guard in a pool of blood with a dusty face, he just swept the corpse next to him, and he roughly understood what had just happened: "It's really powerful, it actually held off the attack of the natives, but there is still something wrong with the alchemy artillery, right?" ”

"Can you take me to see how it is?"

Theoretically, Scott should be on the alert at this time, telling the other party that the tower is structurally unstable and could collapse at any time - what artillery do you want, run quickly!

"The artillery is on it, and the natives haven't destroyed it, but they just can't fire it......"

But for some reason, as Ian gave the order as a matter of course, he nodded his head like a ghost, struggled to get up from the pool of blood, and then led the other party to the turret, and explained the current situation to him as concisely as possible: "There is no problem with the barrel structure and crystal sand dust, the gunpowder is very dry, I suspect that there is a problem with the igniter......"

"Damn, how could I say these things?"

Scott didn't understand his actions at all, and after he brought Ian to the alchemy cannon, he wanted to escape immediately...... The roar of the giant beast outside is getting more and more real, and the shaking of the tower is becoming more and more violent, and he is already the limit of leading the way, why would he stay and waste time explaining these superficial and ridiculous remarks?

But in a trance, the faces of those dead comrades appeared in his mind.

Those comrades-in-arms who protected him behind him just because he was young, even if he didn't know anything and couldn't do anything, let him survive...... their faces.

- I don't want to.

No, sorry for their blood.

"Thanks, very helpful."

Taking off his robe, Ian immediately focused his attention on the huge alchemy creation in front of him, and the boy's gaze was hot and pure: "I haven't had a chance to get started, this time I can analyze the structure well......"