High Above Chapter 58

  Chapter 58 Premonition of Change

   "The child named Ian has awakened spiritual power, right?"

  Although the sentence was questionable, the Viscount's tone was firm: "Old Pudd, this is my city, you can't hide it from me."

"grown ups…"

  The old man frowned slightly. He turned around and wanted to explain: "That kid just said that, I haven't had time to make sure..."

   "All right, Pudd."

  Viscount Grant raised his hand and signaled the other party not to say any more: "You and I both know this is an excuse. How many years have we worked together, do we need to play this kind of word game?"

   "I asked you to stay today, just to tell you one thing."

Sitting back in his seat, the man shook his head slightly: "Whether it's your people of chalk, Lamar's people of red sand, or us people of black iron and gold, they are all of the same race in essence, and they are all plain people. The people of the mountains, the people of the mountains."

   "Back to the bottom."

  Holding up a finger, the Viscount said calmly: "We are all citizens of the empire."

"The aid from the imperial capital will arrive around this fall, and this attack on the aboriginals is a crisis as well as an opportunity... If with the support of the imperial capital, we can deal a big blow to the aboriginal forces in Nanling, it will undoubtedly be a great success .”

   "We must grasp this achievement."

  Viscount Grant's words meant something, but the old man could understand.

  Elder Purdue took a deep look at the Viscount, and bowed his head respectfully: "I understand, my lord. The people of Bai will spare no effort to support all your actions."

   "I will teach the craftsmen in the city how to maintain the dwarven alchemy cannon...not just the white people."

"very good."

  Viscount Grant replied with satisfaction: "It is indeed for me, but it is also for yourselves."

He folded his hands on his abdomen at this moment, and said easily: "According to the laws of the empire, a self-awakened psychic will be given a sublimation inheritance by the local lord or the chief officer to guide him into the next step. You know very well that this is The empire recruits forcefully, does not let any folk psykers go, and the sublimated grow up freely, and it also guarantees that all wild sublimated are subordinate to the empire."

   "And this time, I won't compete with you. Of course I don't have time to teach a child."

   "You can teach him anything. He is yours."

   "But Pud, remember."

  At this moment, this nobleman who is almost the same age as Elder Pude, but looks much younger than him, emphasized word by word: "Whether it is you or that child, they are both the empire and my people."

   "I've given you enough laissez-faire, so don't make it difficult for me."

  After speaking, he closed his eyes and signaled to see off the guest: "Go, remember to bring that child with you next time you come over."

   "Let me see what kind of good material is the first self-awakened psyker in my territory."

  Nodding silently and saluting, Elder Pude turned and left the Viscount's mansion.

  The old man had a solemn expression at first, but after leaving the street where the Viscount's Mansion was located, his brows were relaxed.

   "Unexpectedly easy to talk, as the price for legal inheritance, I thought that in addition to handing over the maintenance method of the alchemy cannon, even Ian's nominal teaching right would be taken away."

  Already prepared for worse plans, he murmured to himself: "It seems that the actions of the natives are not that simple, and they have hit this adult's sore spot... He no longer has the energy to intrigue with us old guys."

   "But what he said is indeed correct, this is indeed an opportunity."

   "If you can make achievements..."

   Shaking his head slightly, Pude didn't intend to continue thinking about this question, it was meaningless: "Forget it, compared to that, it's better to think about how to teach Ian."

   "Back then, how did my mother enlighten me on the road to ascension..."

  Thinking about this question, the white-haired old man disappeared at the end of the street surrounded by guards.

  In the Viscount's mansion.

  Standing by the window, looking at the sea in the distance, the man who originally had a relaxed and comfortable expression gradually became serious.

   "Indigenous..."

   Alone, he chewed this word in a low voice.

  The man closed his eyes, then opened them. His light blue eyes flickered, and he said in a serious tone, "Sure enough, those savages knew about the existence of the South China Sea submarine ruins."

   "But they are doomed to return in vain."

   "Because they don't have a 'key'."

   Silent for a long time, Viscount Grant stared at the distant sea, and then sighed softly: "The Grand Duke of Fort Junling was able to become independent from the empire, and it was from the labyrinth of the ruins of the previous era that he obtained the holy relic of the town, the "Apocalypse Armed Forces"..."

   "My Ruins Maze..."

at the same time.

  Late at night, just south of Harrison Port, at the junction of the near sea and the far sea.

  A shadow cut through the waves, passed through the waves in the darkness, and flew across the sea.

  Hilliard wears a long sword on his waist and holds a rein in his hand, standing on an indigenous wooden boat. The wooden boat has no oars and no sails, but its speed is extremely fast. It can pass 100 meters in a few breaths and gallop towards the depths of the sea.

The source of the boat's power naturally has nothing to do with him. The end of the rein in the gray-haired knight's hand sank into the sea, and a huge shadow was swimming rapidly in the water. Judging from the dorsal fin and the solid scales like iron armor, The main body of the shadow is a large predator in the surrounding sea area, an adult ironclad shark.

   Driving the armored shark, making the other party pull the boat like a dog sled to speed across the sea, Hilliard quickly reached his goal.

   Directly above a deep shadow in the sea.

   "Hey, stop."

With a soft call, the ironclad shark swimming in the water obediently stopped moving, and its whole body sank like a rock towards the depths of the seabed, causing Hilliard to laugh: "It's really an iron head... swimming around here Come on, I'll call you later, come here again."

  Under clear instructions, the shadow in the sea twisted a bit, and then obediently left, leaving the old knight alone in the same place.

  After the ironclad shark left for a while, Hilliard carefully watched the undulating sea, and then stretched out his hand, palm down.

  Golden source quality radiance condensed in his palm, and the fiery light was like a flame, turning into a small sun, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.

  Its brilliance is even more condensed, going straight into the depths of the seabed, intending to illuminate the body of the ancient, huge and deep thing hidden therein.

All of a sudden, the schools of fish wandering in the sea, the floating jellyfish and all kinds of grotesque objects were all attracted by the brilliance, and they instinctively wanted to get close—but an invisible force prevented these brainless stupid beasts from approaching rashly. They could only linger in place, looking up at the light above the ocean in awe and fear.

   But there is a limit to light. Hilliard's source light penetrated into the sea water nearly a thousand meters deep, but still couldn't reach the bottom.

  However, this was not his purpose.

"coming."

   whispered, Hilliard sensed that his source quality had been fed back, he hurriedly withdrew his source quality light, and then frowned, watching the changes in the shadows deep in the ocean.

  So, the next moment.

  With the withdrawal of the golden source of light, in the depths of the seabed, in the huge and square shadows, one after another golden-red light spots like flames suddenly lit up, releasing terrifying heat and strong light.

  They are so hot and bright, shining one after another in the surrounding sea area, dotted with stars, like stars lit up on this dark and deep sea curtain.

The school of fish and various creatures in the sea fled in panic the moment the spot lighted up, as if they were trying to avoid the impending death. Even the armored shark fled in a hurry, and only dared to turn its head when it was very far away. , staring tremblingly at the sea area that has begun to gradually boil.

  And some sea beasts that had no time to escape quietly peeled off their flesh and blood under the radiance of the light, and their internal organs were completely boiled, leaving only bones that became crisp and white, and slowly fell towards the depths of the seabed.

  Above the sea area, large swathes of white mist have risen, and even subtle lightning can be seen spreading in the mist, criss-crossing.

  The flames of the villages and outposts on the shore were burning fiercely, and deep in the sea, in the center of the pitch-black mountains, there was also a group of flames rising and burning.

   "Sure enough."

   Gazing at the fire in the water, among the huge bubbles and white steam clouds bubbling up in the ocean, Hilliard whispered in a heavy voice: "The ruins group... is undergoing changes."

   "If this continues, unimaginable disasters will sweep across the entire South Ridge, and even the entire coast of Terra's southern sea."

   "The more important question is..."

   Raising his head, looking back at the cities and villages along the coast, Hilliard looked at the gradually extinguished flames along the coast, and muttered to himself, "Where is the key?"

   "Who has the 'four keys' that can open the maze in advance and reset the ruins?"

  At this moment, in Harrison Harbor.

  Ian, who returned home, also sat on the bed, breathing slowly.

  He adjusted the flow of source matter in his body, and gradually gathered it at the heart, interlaced with the virtual source seed, and derived various structures.

  The flame in the boy's body is also burning.

  (end of this chapter)

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