High Above Chapter 615

  While the Huaiguang Rescue Team and the Dragon Worship Team were packing up their equipment and preparing to evacuate, Ian and the goblins went into battle lightly.

  The teenagers even had the energy to explain the 'Five Levels of Genius' to them.

  The first-level geniuses are all the apprentices and team members of the Patrol Knights. Their strength is indeed fundamentally different from that of ordinary sublimators, and after hard training, they also have corresponding equipment and martial skills.

   In a real fight, one person would probably be able to single out a whole team of mercenaries. It is an individual with excellent innate talent and acquired scientific training. Putting it in a small place, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a genius.

  But this level of 'genius' can actually be achieved by ordinary people with hard work. Rather, persistent effort itself is a presentation of talent.

  Geniuses of the second level belong to those with a bit of spirituality, some unique skills that ordinary people can't practice. Ian vividly uses Tres as a representative figure of this level, Hua An quite agrees, and Mo Fengshuangdie sounds a bit confused because he didn't care about other human beings except Ian during the whole process.

  So Ian used Frost Butterfly as an example again. In other words, using all the 'little fairies', this kind has no special advantages in combat, but there are templates of various goblin talents and psionic abilities as examples.

  Frost Butterfly: `д

  Mo Feng: "So that's the setting."

   As for the third level, Ian humbly used himself as a representative, and got booed.

   "Please, be normal, you can write three papers at the age of fifteen, and I was still floating in the woods at the age of fifteen!" Hua said sadly.

   "Yeah, I was still blowing people's hair in the yard when I was fifteen!" Mo Feng said.

   "I... How old am I?" Shuangdie asked blankly.

  Obviously, the age calculation method of fairies is very personal. The first two fairies probably floated in the form of goblins for a long time before meeting the seniors who shaped them, so they were still playing at the age of fifteen.

"Good boy, you are not yet one year old." Ian touched Shuangdie's little head, and he shrugged: "The fifth level is the level of Friedrich master craftsman or His Majesty Inaiga II, and the fourth level The level must be at least the level of His Royal Highness Mikael, right? I think my evaluation is very rational and objective, and I don't brag or criticize.”

   This is actually a set of talent grading system set by Ian in the silver chip. It will be used in the talent pool of the territory as a selection standard in the future. Speaking of it now, besides being used as material for chatting with fairies, there is another reason.

  【It's too much, according to your grading method, I'm only a third-level genius at most. Having said that, Ian, your grading system, I can hear that there are more standards inside, right? I didn't expect you to be quite talented in this area, you should be stronger than me]

  As the Bird of Light floated in front of Ian, the white-haired boy lowered his head slightly: "His Royal Highness Mikael."

  Bird of Light seemed to be in a pretty good mood: [No need to be polite. This operation has gained a lot. Although the guy took away all the seemingly valuable things, he still left many clues that can be analyzed...]

  That guy is obviously the Grand Duke Sorin, and Mikhail should have discovered what the research of the Grand Duke Sorin is.

As the heir of Inaiga II, it is impossible for him to be ignorant of the spiritual fire. After knowing this information, there will be a standard for future negotiations and analysis of Duke Sorin's purpose... This is the most important thing intelligence.

  【The task has been completed, the patrolling knights are ready to leave】

  At this moment, Mikael changed the subject: [I will report back to the Imperial Capital later, so I won't go back with you. Ian, your entire team has made great contributions this time, don't worry, I remember it all]

  —That would be great.

  Ian thought so in his heart, whether Mikhail didn't go back with him or it was a matter of great merit.

   On the surface, he showed a humble expression: "Everything will be instructed by His Highness."

  Mikael's mind stared at Ian for a long time, and then said: [Ian, with your achievements and character, it is impossible to be so humble and so real. This is a bit too much pretense, it is unnecessary]

  Ian was really at a loss: "Huh?"

  —Why is it that even Mikhail can teach him how to pretend? He clearly felt that his performance just now had reached perfection, didn't he?

  [Yes, that's it] The second prince nodded in satisfaction: [I've seen so many geniuses, and there are not a hundred or eighty or ninety of them who pretend to be humble. They are not as real as you—so they can feel fake instead]

  【If you don't want to arouse suspicion, it's best to be a little exaggerated, a little arrogant, a little arrogant like a young genius... Otherwise, being too old will make people wary】

  【It would be weird if a real genius didn't have the self-confidence of 'Only I'm right'】

  That's it, Mikael's heart light body left, Tuliuian was full of doubts: "It's really a strange thing, there is still a reason for being too successful to be seen through?"

  This little episode made Hua An and Mo Feng laugh at Ian all the way, while Shuang Die was thoughtful: "I understand!"

The team of the Huaiguang Rescue Team traveled smoothly all the way. Although they themselves said that their team needs to count the number of people, in fact, no checkpoint will actually check their team after seeing the concentric circle flag—even if the number of the team is obvious. It was more than the number on the application, but no one planned to care about it. They all turned a blind eye, and even pretended that there was no such thing at all.

  Especially after they knew that the other team belonged to the Dragon Worship Sect, many local soldiers from Nanling directly let it go.

It's not that the Dragon Worship Sect is powerful, but that everyone is not blind. Just now, a real dragon master flew over. The battle was almost like destroying the world. You asked them to check the team of the Dragon Worship Sect. It's somewhat contemptuous Local soldiers love their hometown.

What's more, they have blocked all the phantom attacks during this period of time, and locked all the monsters and experimental subjects in Avak's territory. This is already a great achievement, and everyone is waiting for bounty promotions , why take the risk of causing trouble?

  When Ian, the Huaiguang Rescue Team and the Dragon Worship Team came to the patrol knight's camp, what he saw here was no different from the general army.

  Many knights chatted happily with their squad members, sharing the powerful enemies and phantoms they encountered with each other, and boasting of their contributions and abilities.

  Some people were surprised by the results of their colleagues, while others sat in a corner silently thinking whether this achievement was enough for their own promotion, or to exchange for a key potion material.

  Everyone is thinking about their own things, all the changes are over, everyone has experienced battles, received credit, and is still alive, with a bright future.

  —Eliminate millions of Avakland.

  —Those who have passed away.

   Nobody really cared if they lived or died.

Since Mikhail left, Ian has been silently observing all this all the way. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. It is very difficult to expect human beings to understand each other's suffering, let alone the Avak leader. The residents in the area were from the Grand Duchy, and most of them were not from the same village as these soldiers who were transferred from the southern border and the directly-administered territory of the imperial capital, and there were few relatives.

   What's more, a dead person without a body is a number, and it is impossible to easily arouse the empathy of other people like a living person.

  So, it is really not surprising that everyone he met along the way seemed a little slack, thinking about the future after work, and preparing to go back to the tavern in his hometown for a drink.

   This is a very normal thing.

   It is precisely because of this 'normal' that Ian wants to sigh.

  At this point, Ian and the goblins should be separated from the Huaiguang Rescue Team and the Dragon Blessing Team.

   Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ian found Adalbert, he opened the ring of silence, and chatted with Adalbert in a seemingly ordinary manner during the handover.

The Dead King researcher already knew his destination, and guessed that Ian probably had some personal relationship with the Dragon Cult—he was not surprised by this, because Adbert knew that Ian Hilliard's successor Because of his identity, it is very clear that he and the empire cannot be completely of the same mind, and it is normal to have a relationship outside.

"so."

  Adbert's voice has returned to normal now, it's no longer what it used to be, and it still has the accent of the soul—the young researcher said nervously: “Shall I follow the Dragon Worship team and go to Nanling to hide for a while?”

   "Hiding for a while?"

Ian raised his eyebrows, he shook his head and said, "You are most likely to be stationed there, friend. My territory is in Nanling, and they will send you there. When I return to my hometown from the imperial capital, we will We can meet again."

   "In my territory, we have a safe space where we can have a serious chat about the next research project... and your future plans."

   "That's it...OK."

  Adelbert hesitated, and Ian knew very well that the other party was not unwilling to follow him, but that as a good boy, he really wanted to see his mother.

In this regard, Ian has no good way, he can only use logic to comfort the other party: "Do you think the Grand Duke will do something to your mother? Impossible, she is definitely safer than you are now - if there is a chance in the future, I will Take you to the Grand Duke's collar."

   "Don't worry, even if Grand Duke Sorin really wants to carry out the plan to kill the king, some people will stay in the real world, and your mother must be one of them."

   "I know..." Adebert sighed with some worries. He lowered his eyes and stared at his hand: "That's right. Just treat me as part of a closed experiment and I can't go back for a while."

   "If I go back to the Grand Duke now, it will not only disrespect my own life, but also disrespect my mother's safety."

After all, he is a smart person, and he is very clear about priorities, and Ian nodded slightly: "If your existence is exposed, it is definitely not just the empire and the flames that are eyeing you... The future prospects of the dead king are far beyond your imagination, wait for me Go back to Nanling, and I will describe it for you."

"Uh-huh."

  Adelbert didn't doubt Ian at all, and Ian did intend to tell the other party, telling the researcher who created the inheritance of the dead king, the possible impact of the inheritance of the "spiritual god" on the world.

   But now, they are temporarily separated.

  The Huaiguang Rescue Team and the Dragon Blessing team left, while Ian and the fairies stayed in the camp of the Patrol Knights, waiting for Tres and the others to join them.

   But after waiting for a long time, they still didn't get Tres.

"I heard from them that Tres was caught by the deputy head and went to surround the giant mountain tortoise - who told him to go out with others? This third energy level that has been subjected to biological experiments by Feiyan is Important research data."

   After Ian inquired about the news, he came back and shook his head. Who can I ask to justify the fact that my bodyguard was arrested by someone? But now there is nothing that needs to be covered by Tres and the others, so go back to the Imperial Capital first.

   As for Tres, he must be working overtime happily.

  Through the channel of the second prince, he called the pumice aircraft, and soon, Ian and the goblins boarded this UFO-like disc aircraft.

  It took off silently, like a ghost rising from the earth.

  Ian sat on the aircraft, overlooking the entire Avakland. This land is different from the gloomy night, now there are only withered leaf stalks and bleak cold wind.

It used to be full of vitality. Some people took their families to camp on the flat grass; Lover's moving figure.

  But everything has turned to ashes, the distant cities are dilapidated, and the old villages have also been turned into dead places. In the next ten or even a hundred years, the Avak Territory will not return to its former appearance.

  Those people, those laughter in the streets and fields, are gone forever.

  Only at this time, Ian has a little time for sadness in his heart.

   But soon his heart hardened, and he had no time to grieve.

  The current firmness is to prevent more places from becoming the current Avakland in the future.

  Ian scanned the entire land, and then saw a shadow that he was quite interested in.

  A young swordsman, and a young child.

   They staggered forward, far from their dead homeland.

   "It's the survivor... I remember, the name seems to be Miles?"

  Ian's eyes locked on the figure that was gradually shrinking, but still clearly visible in the vision: "It seems that he survived, and so did the little girl."

   Saying so, his tone was a little relieved: "This is good..."

  Ian also noticed that the psychic brilliance on Miles' body had begun to weaken. The other party, like himself, had used many psychic powers just after awakening, and now he was a little out of strength.

  He needs to eat as soon as possible, but it seems that Miles and the little girl named Cynthia didn't carry much supplies.

  Ian was silent for a while, then turned around and walked towards the storage room of the pumice aircraft.

   But halfway through, he suddenly frowned slightly.

   "Light red?" The boy said to himself, "Is there any danger?"

"Could it be that…"

at the same time.

on the ground.

   "Brother Miles...Are we really leaving Avak?"

Walking along the quietly flowing river, the swordsman with the sword on his waist walked forward wearily, looking around vigilantly—he had obviously experienced many life-and-death battles recently, and the wounds on his body had just healed Not long.

   And a girl with long light orange hair is holding the swordsman's hand. She is quite well-behaved. Although there are still tears on her face, she will not be a drag on the swordsman when she walks.

But even so, when she saw that the farthest hill she had been to had been left behind, and she was continuing to go further, the girl turned her head back with some reluctance, and looked at the blue city that could no longer be seen. direction.

"…certainly."

  The young swordsman was silent for a while, and then looked at his hometown behind him with complicated eyes: "Maybe we will never come back again."

"forever…"

The little girl is a little ignorant. This word is a bit too complicated for children. They can't even understand it for a long, long time. A few minutes of ignoring them is enough to make them lose patience. Only the swordsman himself People can understand the meaning behind this word.

  Perhaps, they can come back again, to the ruins of Azure City. But the old hometown will never come back.

  Even if he got some supplies from the well-meaning soldiers around him, it won't take long for these supplies to reach the nearest village... At that time, he will try to find a job and save some money to go to a place far away from the western border.

A light red aura lit up in Miles' eyes. This is his spiritual power, which made him fight all the way from the Azure City to the power of the Avak collar... This strange spiritual power can attack all the attacks within a certain range around him. All are transferred to himself, and it will also greatly strengthen his defense and regeneration ability.

   It was precisely because of this ability that he was able to protect Cynthia all the way out of the encirclement.

The essence of psychic power is the deepest desire of psychic users when they awaken. Miles does not know this, but he can understand that if he had this psychic power back then, no matter whether it was his mother or Aunt Lydia A family, I am afraid they will not die.

   Sighing lightly, the young swordsman and the girl rested for a while, treated the wounds on their arms and chest that seemed to be scratched by wild animals, and then prepared to start again.

   And at this moment, they heard the wind.

  嗡—A box with its own pulleys fell from the sky, and then landed smoothly, landing in front of Miles and Cynthia.

   "This, what is this?" "Box?"

   Both the swordsman and the girl were stunned for a while, and then they raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

  There is nothing there—with their eyesight, they cannot see the saucer-shaped aircraft that has rapidly risen to an altitude of 20,000 meters.

  Myers and Cynthia looked at each other, and then the swordsman signaled the little girl to hide behind a tree, and carefully opened the lock of the box with his sword.

   Then, he saw half a box of military compressed food, a small half of emergency medicine, and various odds and ends.

  【Hope it helps, the last survivor of Azure City, please try to live】

  【Instructions for the medicine are below, if there are any extra tools, you can sell them】

  Beautiful handwriting is written on the paper and placed on the compressed food.

  Myers was quite pleasantly surprised at first. The food didn't look like much, but it was actually enough for two people to eat for a long time, not to mention the medicines and bits and pieces of tools such as flint and steel, which were what they desperately needed.

  As the note said, even if some small props are useless, they can be exchanged for money in villages and towns to save enough travel expenses.

  But behind him, there was a sad expression on his face.

  The last survivors of Azure City...So, are I and Cynthia the last survivors?

   "Others... It seems that none of them survived. Cynthia, we will be the only ones in the future..."

   There was silence for a while, and Miles was about to call Cynthia over to treat the little scratch on the little girl's arm with medicine.

   But before that, he raised his head subconsciously and looked towards the sky.

   "Whoever you are...thank you."

  The high acuity brought by the psyker made him seem to feel that the person who dropped the material was still watching him.

   Those are a pair of blue eyes...

   And at this moment.

   At the far end of the sky, a flash of lightning suddenly rose to the extreme.

  The deafening thunder surpassed the sound, and directly exploded in the hearts of everyone in the entire area. One after another, it seemed as if solid arcs condensed on the top of the sky, and then turned into a dark blue star.

  The thunder that condensed infinite destructive power is like a malicious eye pupil, locking on this land from afar.

  It fell, and a huge beam of thunder light directly hit the ruins of the Avak central laboratory, and the extreme heat and light melted and destroyed everything.

  【Imperial people, don't think you have won! 】

   King Tianhong laughed wildly: 【We can't get it, so don't you either! 】

   Shocked, Miles opened his eyes wide.

  He finally saw where the man who dropped the aid box for himself was.

   But this is not a good thing.

  Because of a lightning bolt diffracted by the aftermath, it traversed the sky and hit the fast-flying saucer-shaped aircraft above the sky.

Chapter end