"It seems...... Not bad indeed! ”

Swallowing, Ian resisted the 'longing' and 'hunger' that came from all over his body.

He can now be sure that the flesh and blood in his hands or the fragments of internal organs are absolutely valuable and cherished.

In the Foresight Horizon, the flesh the size of his arm was dark purple, and there was even a faint hint of pale cyan in the center......

"Gray, white, blue, purple, blue...... Ordinary people, strong people, first energy level, second energy level, and third energy level......"

The swamp crocodile dragon under the control of the great shaman is worthy of being a totem master, and it does have the potential to be close to the third energy level, but because of the serious injury decades ago, it has not been able to recover to its intact state, let alone advance.

Closing his eyes and closing the horizon of foresight, Ian realized that if he continued to use his psionic powers, he probably wouldn't have the strength to go home.

"I don't understand the powerful totem spirit material with the potential of the third energy level, but the teacher must know how to use it."

Collecting the nest-shaped crystalline flesh in his arms, Ian drank some rain to regain some strength, and then set off and headed back in the direction of his home.

Along the way, he looked around at the ruined cities around him, as well as the corpses and pieces of flesh mixed in the muddy water, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Is this the continent of Terra...... A world where ordinary people are in a precarious situation. ”

"I still need to get stronger."

The battle for the redwood forest, which lasted for more than two months, has come to an end.

At least, that's how he was concerned.

The other side of Port Harrison.

"There's something unusual in the heart of the aether hearth."

was thrown away by the crocodile, but it was not a big deal, and Viscount Grant, who was still in eighty percent of the state, did not pursue the fleeing totem lord in the first place.

Instead, he took off his helmet, shook his hair, and then turned his head with a serious expression to look at the already twisted structure on the side of his armor: "Pressurized pipes twisted...... Then don't chase it. ”

As the name suggests, the Aether Armament is a combat armor with the Aether Furnace as the main body, although some of the Aether Armament is a giant weapon, but most of them are in the form of armor to protect the driver.

Viscount Grant knew very well that even if he didn't care about the damage to his armor, there would be no result in catching up - the ether armament needs to be fueled by element crystals, and element crystals are rare strategic materials, which are generally distributed by the imperial capital to officials and nobles in various provinces, and his own inventory is very small, and without the material support of the imperial capital, there is no way to fully urge the ether armament to run for how long.

The resources of the imperial capital have not yet arrived, and even if he catches up, he can only continue to fight for more than ten minutes.

And under the operation of the great shaman, no matter how seriously the crocodile dragon is injured, it is still no problem to support it for more than ten minutes, and when the time comes, without the assistance of the ether armament, he can really only fight for his life if he wants to stay with the other party.

If you can win big, why fight for your life?

Not to mention......

It's a good thing that the other party is alive.

"Port Harrison is a chicken rib only when there is such a troublesome foreign enemy...... Only when I can still guarantee the suppression of the redwood natives, will the imperial capital not feel that the place is erosive, and someone else will take over the mess. ”

"In the same way, only when there is such a troublesome foreign enemy, will the imperial capital let go of the jurisdiction of some resources."

Raising his head, the viscount looked in the direction of the crocodile dragon's escape, and he narrowed his eyes: "And, sure enough." ”

The middle-aged nobleman whispered to himself, his tone like ice: "They can sense the key." ”

"It seems that the key that I got from the survivors of the Guardians was not the only one, but one of several keys kept by the natives."

Viscount Grant didn't know if the natives knew about the ruins, and what they regarded as the ruins, he just knew that the natives had the key in their hands that could open the ruins.

This is the secret of a shaman with great prestige among the natives who was fed the elixir of truth by his captivity—the redwoods were one in the past, and the clan kept the secret keys left by their ancestors, which could open ancient secret treasure troves and lead their people to take refuge there in times of crisis.

- Ancestral Secrets, isn't it the relics of the previous era?

Only the old Viscount Grant and his knights knew this, and now, it was only himself and his knight Yam.

"If the labyrinth is formed, the empire will definitely send people to explore and develop."

"Medium and large maze raiders generally take four or five years or even longer, and the existence of the maze itself is a huge resource point, and if you want to fully develop it, it may not take more than ten years."

"I still have more than a dozen years to prepare...... It's still too late. ”

Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant didn't think that the resources and secrets hidden in this ruin could allow him to ascend to the sky in one step and become an independent Grand Duchy like Junling Castle.

Even if he could, he wouldn't do it.

You must know that if it weren't for the turmoil in the Dark Mountains northwest of Terra, the Mighty Ridge Fort would have been wiped out by the Empire long ago, and the Apocalypse Armed Forces would not have been able to help them stop the million-strong army.

However, help them go one step further and become the on-site hereditary earl of the imperial frontier, and become the emperor of the southern soil in the true sense of the word...... But it's quite possible.

It's all in the future.

Viscount Grant put his thoughts down and looked around Harrison Harbor.

At this moment, the city was in shambles, many towers were destroyed, roads and houses were collapsed and sunk, flooded with mud and water.

The city ravaged by the crocodile was so miserable, and although the urban area to the northeast was intact, most of the Jinghua area closest to the coast was destroyed.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the port itself is still in good condition, and the fishing industry will certainly be hit, but counting the grain stocks, it will not fall into famine after the war.

"After the big storm, this year's farmland is considered to be out of harvest."

Even the man who has always been emotionally weak can't help but sigh worriedly at this moment: "Originally, Port Harrison didn't recover from the last big storm...... Now it's even more troublesome, I can only see if I can buy some food from the north. ”

"Fortunately, I have been prepared for a long time, and I still have enough food for a month, but people can't eat salted fish all the time."

There are too many things to think about after the war, Viscount Grant shook his head, he put on his helmet, activated the Apocalypse Armament, and prepared to return to the Viscount's Mansion: "Normal production will resume next year." ”

"We can only rejoice that the indigenous people have been hurt harder."

Buzz, although the aetheric furnace on his back was running a little stagnant, the dark blue full-body armor still floated in the air as the steam pushed it, and then disappeared in a flash.

Viscount's House.

By the time Viscount Grant returned, the entire Viscount's Mansion had been stabilized, and under the command of the treasurer Lamar, many guards and attendants who had not fled were reorganizing their defenses and putting away the corpses in the courtyard.

The corpses of their own people were placed in the hall to wipe off the muddy water, and the indigenous ones were thrown in the corner and disposed of later.

"Guys, it's a good job."

The Aether Armament was nearly four meters tall, and even Viscount Grant, who was almost one meter nine, looked short.

But when the viscount stepped out of the control compartment in front of the armor and pulled out the connection wires located on the spine and the back of the neck, the huge armor began to spontaneously deform - with the sound of mechanical chimering, the cavity was concave, and almost in a few seconds, the huge armor folded and contracted, turning into an almost prismatic pale blue metal column behind the viscount.

The prism was suspended behind him by the Viscount's manipulation of the vapour, and he entered the mansion and announced to everyone: "You have been able to defend our home this time, and you deserve to be rewarded." ”

"When the storm passes, all those who have fought in the city will be rewarded, they are the true brave, but you will receive much more. Lamar, go to my coffers later, and the warriors who are willing to protect my mansion deserve more praise. ”

The Viscount's presence was reassuring in itself, not to mention that he had shown strength to be on par with his father, and to rival the terrifying crocodile dragon of the natives - a low cheer rang out in the mansion when he announced this, and Viscount Grant watched the scene with a smile.

Soon, he assigned the next repair and maintenance tasks, and dispatched a few warriors with enough physical strength to help those who were invaded by the crocodile psionic field, but there may still be survivors, to rescue the living, and personally gave them shelter that could withstand the wind and rain.

This action caused a great deal of admiration, and the selected guards were extremely honored, and they swore that they would never fail the trust of the Lord, and that they would abide by the spirit of chivalry, save the innocent, and not abandon any of the inhabitants.

The Viscount was neither generous nor stingy, he was ruthless, but he also showed the responsibility of a good nobleman, just as he did not care at all about the halls of his elaborate mansion being turned into places for corpses, nor about his flower beds being trampled and ravaged by the rude guards.

He didn't care that for his own purposes, the whole of Harrison Harbor would always be under the threat of the natives, as it was today, the city was destroyed, and there were many casualties.

He has always cared very little about things.

The task was arranged, and the viscount himself came to the second floor.

"My dear...... Thanks to you. ”

Seeing that his treasurer was preparing to go to the vault to prepare the bounty to be distributed later, Grant breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a step forward and hugged the red-haired beauty from behind: "If it weren't for your help in commanding, I'm afraid my mansion would have been breached by that group of natives a long time ago." ”