High Above

"calm down……"

Scott opened his mouth, tried to take a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, but after such a breath, a strong smell of blood came.

It can be vaguely seen that there are several corpses crawling on the ground at the bottom of the tower, with half-frozen blood overflowing all over the ground.

Indeed, the elite hunter who was planning to attack this tower was blocked, but after completing his task, the hunters who attacked other towers realized that their companions were missing, so they came here to investigate and planned to solve this tower. Accidentally missed target.

Because the time dragged on for too long, the natives exhausted too much physical strength, and the windproof coir raincoat was on the verge of failure, which hindered the action. Therefore, Scott and his comrades took advantage of the opponent's carelessness and successfully killed these elite hunters.

The price is that in the four-member team, only Scott is still alive.

"The artillery launch must be successfully activated... The artillery launch must be successfully initiated..."

Smelling the blood of his comrades and natives, and hearing the furious roar of the crocodile in the distance, Scott's hands were trembling at this moment, and he couldn't even grasp the sackcloth used to wipe the barrel and inner wall of the artillery. The most obsessive phrase.

But he was not a gunner in the first place. Although he saw a lot of them, he could only control the artillery to aim and fire.

——How to repair the broken artillery? How did he know!

Do you sincerely pray for the peace of the displeased machine spirit? This is a good idea, but the Mechanical Spirit Sect should be a minority in the empire...

His thoughts have already started to fly to the distance in a chaotic manner, and there is not much time left for Scott.

As the ground suddenly vibrated, the entire tower began to shake slightly, and even scattered lime crumbs fell from it one after another.

The roar of the crocodile dragon and the shriek of the etheric armed force tearing the air are getting closer and closer. The battle between Viscount Grant and the great shaman can span half of the city in a few minutes.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was deliberate, the battlefield on both sides was visibly heading towards the rough, almost boiling offshore sea.

This tower is just around the track of their progress!

"...No, we have to go."

After being hit on the head by a falling brick, Scott stretched out his hand to touch his head in a daze, but he could only touch a handful of blood mixed with dust. At this moment, Scott suddenly realized his current situation.

——He really doesn't know anything about alchemy cannons. It's just because he doesn't want to waste the sacrifices of his comrades-in-arms, so he forced himself to waste these inscription devices that he couldn't understand at all.

But the current situation will not change even if he dies, because inscriptions are the same as mathematics, if they don't work, they won't.

If you don't want to be buried with your comrades-in-arms and the 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 realized in astonishment that due to the previous earthquake, the structure of the entire tower had undergone slight deformation. The log door was stuck on the door frame, no matter how he pushed or bumped it, he couldn't shake it a bit.

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

Exhausted, when he finally realized that he had been declared dead, Scott sat down in a pool of blood, crying and laughing. He didn't bother to care whether the corpse next to him was a comrade-in-arms or an aborigine. Anyway, when the tower collapsed, everyone would be in a mess. Who can tell who?

It was only at this moment that he realized that this soldier in the light armor of the City Guards was just a young guy with no hair on his mouth, at most fourteen or five years old.

However, not long after Scott gave up struggling completely.

The rushing wind outside the tower seemed to stop for a moment.

Then, the young city guard who accepted his fate suddenly raised his head and looked at the gate of the tower in astonishment.

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

"...Is it really locked..."

Listening intently, Scott vaguely heard a slightly immature but extremely calm self-talk from the hustle and bustle of the outside world: "It seems that I can only be kicked away."

...Kick it away?

Because of exhaustion, loss of blood, and sluggishness in despair, Scott didn't understand what the so-called "kicked off" meant for a while.

However, the next moment, he understood.

boom! Accompanied by a strong kick and bombardment of the building door, the entire building door panel fell back with a 'bang'.

There was a strange warm wind and rain outside the building, and together with the entire door panel, it passed in front of the stunned Scott, and then hit the inner wall of the tower.

The sound of rain suddenly became clear.

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

It was pouring rain, thunder and lightning, and a figure in a native coir raincoat stood at the door.

Even, the opponent had just withdrawn his legs - it was impossible to see that the slender and well-proportioned body could burst out with such great strength.

Before Scott could react, he had already seen the face of the boy in the coir raincoat, and then he was startled again.

"... Ian?"

Although this news was not spread intentionally, the news of a young psyker in Port Harrison was more or less the big news in the middle of the year.

Scott is not a white citizen, and he is not familiar with the appearance of the psyker boy, but he is not so unrecognizable when he sees him face to face.

"You know me? That's easy."

Turning his head, Ian saw a distressed city guard in a pool of blood with a face full of dust. He just glanced at the corpses next to him, and he understood what happened just now: "It's amazing, it actually defended against the attack of the natives, but Is there still something wrong with the alchemy cannon?"

"Can you take me to see the situation?"

Theoretically speaking, Scott should be on alert at this time, telling the other party that the structure of the tower is unstable and may collapse at any time-what about artillery, run away!

"The artillery is on it. The natives didn't destroy it, but they just couldn't fire it..."

But I don’t know why, following Ian’s order of course, he nodded like a ghost, struggled to stand up from the pool of blood, then led the other party to the gun tower, and explained the current situation to him as concisely as possible: “The gun barrel There is no problem with the structure and crystal sand dust, the gunpowder is very dry, I suspect that there is something wrong with the igniter..."

"Damn, how can I say these things?"

Scott didn't understand his actions at all. After he brought Ian to the alchemy cannon, he originally wanted to escape immediately... The roar of the giant beast outside became more and more real, and the shaking of the tower became more and more violent. It was already the limit for him to lead 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 who protected him behind him just because he was young, even if he didn't know anything and couldn't do anything well, still kept him alive...their faces.

--In no mood.

No, sorry for their blood.

"Thanks, very helpful."

Taking off his coir raincoat, Ian immediately focused his attention on the huge alchemy creation in front of him. The boy's eyes were hot and pure: "I have never had a chance to get started. This time I can analyze the structure..."