"Good chance!"

This thought flashed in the heart of Viscount Grant, who had been in mid-air all the time, and he immediately held the sword in both hands, and a large amount of steam gushed out from the opening and closing of the armor of the Aether arm, and the furnace on his back was even more pressurized, emitting a low hum.

As a large amount of steam converged, the white high-pressure water jet took shape on the crystal sword, and it was several meters long and violently vibrating.

With a howl that tore through the air, the viscount swung his sword, and the blade shot straight into the crocodile's other flank—as the fleeting blade split through the rain, shattering the fragments of buildings and wood that flew between them.

Whew! It was like the sound of an iron blade tearing leather, but it was a hundred times louder, a huge sword mark slammed over the crocodile's body, and the orange-red blood wave exploded, and the crocodile dragon, which was shaky in its own shape, let out a painful and sharp roar again, and the connection between its left foot and its body exposed a white color, and it was suddenly cut out of a serious wound that was deep and visible to the bone!

"Okay, win!"

Ecstasy welled up in his heart, Viscount Grant already knew that the battle was won and lost at this moment, so even if he saw the crocodile dragon flicking its tail in a rage, shooting towards himself who was overloaded with aether armament and couldn't move quickly for the time being, he didn't panic, but laughed and was slapped away with his tail, and crashed into the street in the distance.

"Failed ......"

At this moment, the Great Shaman did his best to suppress the crocodile's pain, anger, and fear, which almost made it turn away immediately.

The old man, who had already integrated himself into the sea of crocodile consciousness, was heartbroken: "Is it fate? Someone can hit an old wound from many years ago with a cannon......"

Even in a fatal predicament, the great shaman did not panic, he had already lived enough, and death was not enough to shake him: "The old wound penetrated deep into the internal organs, the left middle foot was almost immobile, and even with the cover of the children, it was impossible to return the way he came." ”

The old man raised his head and looked at the ocean of surging waves: "The spirits of the rising tide and the drumming waves have not come over so far, is it in trouble, or is the sacrifice not enough?" That's the only way to survive. ”

But just as the great shaman made up his mind and prepared to leave, a deep and massive, only slightly chaotic will came into his heart: [-Kill!] 】

[Life, Plunder, Recovery...... Kill! 】

"Calm down."

The Great Shaman sighed, knowing that it was the will of the crocodile, and that he would be part of this scattered and dazed will in the future.

Only now, he still has overwhelming control: "Let's go, Mountain Lord, we have failed again." ”

"But as long as you can return to Elephant Bone Mountain, we still have a chance to ......"

The Great Shaman knew very well that if he didn't retreat, even if he was now badly injured, he could easily destroy half of Harrison Harbor, and even if he didn't control it, he could indulge the crocodile's rage and kill tens of thousands of people before he died.

But what's the point of that? He still has an heir, but the mountain lord doesn't have it, and when Viscount Grant relaxes, he won't have a chance to run.

The Great Shaman soothed the crocodile dragon and exerted his will, and when he landed, the giant beast, which had been howling miserably, suddenly stopped all instinctive reactions.

In an instant, the giant beast swooped down in a mechanical, stable, as if it was not familiar with its own body, but it was extremely fast, towards the coast of Port Harrison, which was not far away!

The mud rushed through the earth, causing the houses on the crocodile's left and right sides to sway and fall like grass and trees in the wind, crumbling into ruins, making way for the beast to escape.

But other than that, it did nothing, and even though it was not far away from the tower that had fired the cannonballs that had turned the tide of battle, the crocodile had no intention of changing its trajectory to retaliate, and it plunged headlong into the sea with a resolute and unstoppable momentum, causing the tide to churn.

Stains of orange-red blood spread across the sea and spread all the way into the distance.

“…… Yes? ”

Ian, who had already prepared the third shot, was waiting for the crocodile to run to take revenge on him, and then bombarded the second 'weakness' on the top of the opponent's head, and was slightly stunned.

It was hard for him to imagine that an angry beast would not retaliate - no matter how much he wanted to escape, when he encountered an enemy who could take revenge at his fingertips, he would definitely raise the other party easily, right?

Unexpectedly, the other party is so sensible that even if it is a casual touch, it is not cheap, it is really powerful.

"Okay, at least we won."

Ian is not a pity, it is a good thing not to take the risk to fight the crocodile, he turned his head sideways, and said to Scott, who was shocked, and couldn't even believe that he could really change the situation on the battlefield together: "The tower is about to collapse, let's go first." ”

The foundation of Harrison Harbor was originally quite solid, but under the force of the crocodile to shake the earth, the original solid rock burst into cracks, and the solid soil layer also turned into mud, and the whole Harrison Harbor seemed to be slashed diagonally by a wild painter with an earthy ink pen, and the ink spread and festered everywhere it passed.

The foundation of the tower is naturally within its reach, and according to Ian's estimates, the entire Port Harrison landscape has changed, and a third of the city needs to be rebuilt...... But on the other hand, just saying that the indigenous elites buried in the city can already make the indigenous tribes of the redwood forest unable to breathe for more than ten years, not to mention the battlefield outside the city that may still exist.

"It's too late, jump out of the window."

Ian could already sense the tower's tilt accelerating, and while it looked fine now, it was about to collapse in ten seconds at most.

Without saying a word, the boy saw that it was already full of stagnant water and mud underneath, and kicked Scott, who was still in a trance and incredulous, out of the window, and then jumped into the muddy water himself.

Scott fell badly, ate a few large mouthfuls of mud, and after a while got up groggily and climbed to the side to catch his breath, while Ian just rolled and unloaded.

At the same time, the tower behind it collapsed unexpectedly, and a muffled explosion sounded, presumably because the gunpowder in the pedestal had been ignited by the residual heat of the artillery.

To be honest, Ian's feeling at the first time was not at all a light-hearted feeling after repelling a big enemy, but a feeling that he was about to fly.

"It's too windy!"

The windbreaker was on the verge of failure, and Ian was holding on to a raised rock on the ground to barely make sure he wasn't blown away by the wind.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, and found that purple thunder crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and several lightning bolts struck every second, and the whirlwind of rain clouds visible to the naked eye was slowly crashing towards the Byson Mountains on the southwest side, blooming countless rays of lightning and collapsing into torrents and torrents, while the cloud pillars of the distant transpiring sea still did not have the slightest tendency to become smaller, and even expanded more and more, turning into cloud walls and fog cliffs that connected the sky and the sea.

The wind weakened a little because the rain clouds crashed against the mountains and broke down, but the rain was more rapid, and if it was just a downpour before, now it was more like the whole sky was turning into a waterfall.

The big storm has just begun......