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Chapter 47 Awareness
Chapter 47 Awareness
hum!
Just when he saw the scarlet scene all over the street, Ian, who was extremely astonished, suddenly felt deep in his brain, and it could even be said that it was independent of his body, but it did belong to a certain organ of his own. Pain of any kind.
This intense pain was like someone put a sea urchin full of seawater and toxins in his brain and shook it violently, making it difficult for Ian to breathe in an instant, and he fell to his knees neatly, just Not even a sound came out.
"Hu! Hu..."
The pain came and went quickly. When Ian regained control of his body, he immediately began to breathe heavily. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. Cold sweat the size of rice grains flowed from his forehead and The sideburns drooped and wet the neckline.
Of course, Ian was not the ultimate tough guy who wanted to endure the screams when he was alone. The reason why he didn't cry out in pain was only because he was too tired and had no extra strength, and his brother was beside him.
Leaning against the wall tremblingly, he stood up slowly, and Ian, who had escaped from the vision of vision, raised his head with lingering fear, and looked out of the window: "It seems... with my psychic ability, I can't take the initiative to observe too large, or the number of people Too many targets..."
Just now, when Ian was observing the street, he felt that his physical strength was pouring out like a flood, which made him close to collapse in an instant, and he almost fell into a coma from shock.
This is where the shortcomings of the precognitive horizon appear.
It can indeed predict the future on a small scale, determine the value of items, and even lead Ian to make better choices to a certain extent...
But everything is too much, he can only observe the fate and future trends of a few people at most.
If there are too many people, he can exhaust himself to death.
However, this is just too much physical exertion, does not mean 'can't'.
If Ian is physically strong enough, he guesses that in his future, he may be able to break through this limitation and observe the future trends of 'a group of people' or even 'a street', 'a city' or even 'an entire port'!
"What exactly happened just now?"
Standing up slowly, Ian looked puzzled: "The port shrouded in blood..."
"Port Harrison, what are you going to face?!"
Although there is no other evidence, just based on his psychic signs, everyone in Harrison Port, at least most of them, has fallen into a 'deadly crisis'!
The red mist all over the street even turned into a surging tsunami, reverberating between the sky and the earth... Ian pulled the alert to the highest level in an instant, but he didn't know when the crisis would come.
"Is it a storm? A tsunami? Or a thunderstorm, an earthquake?"
"The Bison Mountains are next to Harrison Port, and there may also be landslides and mudslides caused by heavy rain."
Running to the backyard, Ian looked up at the sky of Port Harrison and the surrounding terrain. He couldn't help muttering: "The only things that can cause so many people to die at the same time...Of course, there is also a possibility."
"That's the Aboriginal invasion."
"Even, the worst possibility is that several of the above-mentioned incidents happened at the same time."
Although it seems calm now, does Ian know that the aborigines are indeed carrying out pure sacrifices in the recent period-this is a great sacrifice that even the people of the empire know, and it requires the concentration of the lives of dozens of living people, as well as many sacrifices. rare material.
Dozens of Sequoia natives, large and small tribes, will put down their disputes when holding pure sacrifices, and each offer their best sacrifices to the nominal co-lord of the Sequoia tribes, the "Great Shaman".
Ian himself was almost sacrificed as a sacrifice.
Generally speaking, the pure sacrifice is carried out every ten years, and the potion produced in each pure sacrifice can produce several sublimators of the first energy level, which is the most common and the simplest among the major tribes. The method of making a sublimator.
Of course, such manufactured sublimators have huge flaws.
In addition, when a great crisis is foreseen, the Sequoia natives will also carry out pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits, which can also temporarily increase the strength of the tribe.
"The last time the natives offered a pure sacrifice was eight years ago, the super typhoon that swept across the southern coast of the empire..."
Ian stared at the dark clouds churning in the dark sky. The heavy rain and rumbling thunder that were still falling did not make him afraid, but only made him think: "My father in this life also died in that storm. Even A disaster that even sublimated people can hardly survive..."
"This time the aborigines started offering sacrifices again, which shows that there is a great possibility that another typhoon of the same or even higher intensity is coming."
"In addition, Mr. Hilliard quietly came to Port Harrison, which seems to be related to this 'abnormality'."
The clues were gathering, Ian turned his head and looked in the direction of the coastline.
The surging waves beat against the reefs, beaches and the stone base of the port, and they violently collided to make a dull tremor, just like thunder on the ground.
"Is it in the sea?" He whispered to himself, staring at the deep shadows in the sea.
At this moment, Ian, to be honest, really couldn't help but want to open his prophetic vision and stare at the sea. He had a strong premonition that if he did so, he would definitely be able to see some signs and clues.
However, an equally strong, even stronger premonition than that was also warning Ian.
—Try it, and die!
I was almost exhausted just looking at the street, but dare to look at the sea?This is no longer courageous, it is simply crazy!
"It's better to have a hunch than nothing. At least it proves that there are existences in the sea that are far beyond the scope of things that I can predict now."
Closing his eyes and suppressing the desire to observe, Ian shook his head slightly: "When the teacher comes back, I have to tell him what I found."
"It's about the life and death of everyone in the city... This is not something that can be concealed."
Back in the house, Ian took a deep breath to calm down.
Then, he came to his younger brother Elan again and began to continue his previous practice.
He continued to gather source seeds.
——No matter what the future holds, no matter what the omens are... Gathering the source seed and improving one's strength can at least change the future of oneself and the younger brother.
"The previous prediction proved that my revision direction was correct, and I can indeed rely on the fog on Elan's body to predict whether my decision is correct or not."
"In this way, I only need to correct some small details again, and I can start to accumulate source quality, and when I have enough, I can cultivate the source seed in one fell swoop."
Although Ian doesn't know why, he can actually reflect the changes in the future of reality just by thinking about it in his head... Maybe this is also the special feature of the predictive horizon.
There is no need to think about things that have no answer.
Calm, Ian closed his eyes.
During storms and thunderstorms, when lightning streaked the sky outside his window, he began to practice again.
at the same time.
In the east of the city near Central Avenue, Bai Zhimin Elder Hall.
This square old house made of white stones and covered with vines is located next to the town's energy furnace. In front of it is a tributary of the Iwok River that passes through the city. There is a small yard behind the house, which is planted with some commonly used Herbs are used by the physicians in the Elder Hall to treat the people of Bai for free.
This is the place where Bai Zhimin's high-level executives hold meetings and talks on weekdays. Elder Pude himself often works and rests here, but if there is nothing wrong, no one will come here to trouble the old man, so it is considered quiet.
But today, there was a figure tiptoeing through the heavy rain, and walked quickly all the way to the hall.
"Elder, elder!"
Brin, the sneaky herb picker who appeared at the door of Ian's house before, seemed to have some intentions, and at this moment hurriedly said to the elder's guard, "I have key information to report to the elder..."
Two guards on the left and one on the right had already grabbed Brin's shoulders and were about to throw him out, but they heard a tired old voice from upstairs: "Let him come up."
The guard let go of Brin in response, and the herbal picker, who had been pardoned, heaved a sigh of relief. Then he straightened his appearance and walked upstairs nervously.
"What, is there any result in the investigation?"
In the study room on the second floor, Elder Pude put down the official documents and reports in his hands. He looked indifferently at Brin, who was saluting him respectfully, and said, "Looking at your expression, it's just as I guessed."
"Ian's kid, I really found you, right?"
(End of this chapter)
hum!
Just when he saw the scarlet scene all over the street, Ian, who was extremely astonished, suddenly felt deep in his brain, and it could even be said that it was independent of his body, but it did belong to a certain organ of his own. Pain of any kind.
This intense pain was like someone put a sea urchin full of seawater and toxins in his brain and shook it violently, making it difficult for Ian to breathe in an instant, and he fell to his knees neatly, just Not even a sound came out.
"Hu! Hu..."
The pain came and went quickly. When Ian regained control of his body, he immediately began to breathe heavily. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. Cold sweat the size of rice grains flowed from his forehead and The sideburns drooped and wet the neckline.
Of course, Ian was not the ultimate tough guy who wanted to endure the screams when he was alone. The reason why he didn't cry out in pain was only because he was too tired and had no extra strength, and his brother was beside him.
Leaning against the wall tremblingly, he stood up slowly, and Ian, who had escaped from the vision of vision, raised his head with lingering fear, and looked out of the window: "It seems... with my psychic ability, I can't take the initiative to observe too large, or the number of people Too many targets..."
Just now, when Ian was observing the street, he felt that his physical strength was pouring out like a flood, which made him close to collapse in an instant, and he almost fell into a coma from shock.
This is where the shortcomings of the precognitive horizon appear.
It can indeed predict the future on a small scale, determine the value of items, and even lead Ian to make better choices to a certain extent...
But everything is too much, he can only observe the fate and future trends of a few people at most.
If there are too many people, he can exhaust himself to death.
However, this is just too much physical exertion, does not mean 'can't'.
If Ian is physically strong enough, he guesses that in his future, he may be able to break through this limitation and observe the future trends of 'a group of people' or even 'a street', 'a city' or even 'an entire port'!
"What exactly happened just now?"
Standing up slowly, Ian looked puzzled: "The port shrouded in blood..."
"Port Harrison, what are you going to face?!"
Although there is no other evidence, just based on his psychic signs, everyone in Harrison Port, at least most of them, has fallen into a 'deadly crisis'!
The red mist all over the street even turned into a surging tsunami, reverberating between the sky and the earth... Ian pulled the alert to the highest level in an instant, but he didn't know when the crisis would come.
"Is it a storm? A tsunami? Or a thunderstorm, an earthquake?"
"The Bison Mountains are next to Harrison Port, and there may also be landslides and mudslides caused by heavy rain."
Running to the backyard, Ian looked up at the sky of Port Harrison and the surrounding terrain. He couldn't help muttering: "The only things that can cause so many people to die at the same time...Of course, there is also a possibility."
"That's the Aboriginal invasion."
"Even, the worst possibility is that several of the above-mentioned incidents happened at the same time."
Although it seems calm now, does Ian know that the aborigines are indeed carrying out pure sacrifices in the recent period-this is a great sacrifice that even the people of the empire know, and it requires the concentration of the lives of dozens of living people, as well as many sacrifices. rare material.
Dozens of Sequoia natives, large and small tribes, will put down their disputes when holding pure sacrifices, and each offer their best sacrifices to the nominal co-lord of the Sequoia tribes, the "Great Shaman".
Ian himself was almost sacrificed as a sacrifice.
Generally speaking, the pure sacrifice is carried out every ten years, and the potion produced in each pure sacrifice can produce several sublimators of the first energy level, which is the most common and the simplest among the major tribes. The method of making a sublimator.
Of course, such manufactured sublimators have huge flaws.
In addition, when a great crisis is foreseen, the Sequoia natives will also carry out pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits, which can also temporarily increase the strength of the tribe.
"The last time the natives offered a pure sacrifice was eight years ago, the super typhoon that swept across the southern coast of the empire..."
Ian stared at the dark clouds churning in the dark sky. The heavy rain and rumbling thunder that were still falling did not make him afraid, but only made him think: "My father in this life also died in that storm. Even A disaster that even sublimated people can hardly survive..."
"This time the aborigines started offering sacrifices again, which shows that there is a great possibility that another typhoon of the same or even higher intensity is coming."
"In addition, Mr. Hilliard quietly came to Port Harrison, which seems to be related to this 'abnormality'."
The clues were gathering, Ian turned his head and looked in the direction of the coastline.
The surging waves beat against the reefs, beaches and the stone base of the port, and they violently collided to make a dull tremor, just like thunder on the ground.
"Is it in the sea?" He whispered to himself, staring at the deep shadows in the sea.
At this moment, Ian, to be honest, really couldn't help but want to open his prophetic vision and stare at the sea. He had a strong premonition that if he did so, he would definitely be able to see some signs and clues.
However, an equally strong, even stronger premonition than that was also warning Ian.
—Try it, and die!
I was almost exhausted just looking at the street, but dare to look at the sea?This is no longer courageous, it is simply crazy!
"It's better to have a hunch than nothing. At least it proves that there are existences in the sea that are far beyond the scope of things that I can predict now."
Closing his eyes and suppressing the desire to observe, Ian shook his head slightly: "When the teacher comes back, I have to tell him what I found."
"It's about the life and death of everyone in the city... This is not something that can be concealed."
Back in the house, Ian took a deep breath to calm down.
Then, he came to his younger brother Elan again and began to continue his previous practice.
He continued to gather source seeds.
——No matter what the future holds, no matter what the omens are... Gathering the source seed and improving one's strength can at least change the future of oneself and the younger brother.
"The previous prediction proved that my revision direction was correct, and I can indeed rely on the fog on Elan's body to predict whether my decision is correct or not."
"In this way, I only need to correct some small details again, and I can start to accumulate source quality, and when I have enough, I can cultivate the source seed in one fell swoop."
Although Ian doesn't know why, he can actually reflect the changes in the future of reality just by thinking about it in his head... Maybe this is also the special feature of the predictive horizon.
There is no need to think about things that have no answer.
Calm, Ian closed his eyes.
During storms and thunderstorms, when lightning streaked the sky outside his window, he began to practice again.
at the same time.
In the east of the city near Central Avenue, Bai Zhimin Elder Hall.
This square old house made of white stones and covered with vines is located next to the town's energy furnace. In front of it is a tributary of the Iwok River that passes through the city. There is a small yard behind the house, which is planted with some commonly used Herbs are used by the physicians in the Elder Hall to treat the people of Bai for free.
This is the place where Bai Zhimin's high-level executives hold meetings and talks on weekdays. Elder Pude himself often works and rests here, but if there is nothing wrong, no one will come here to trouble the old man, so it is considered quiet.
But today, there was a figure tiptoeing through the heavy rain, and walked quickly all the way to the hall.
"Elder, elder!"
Brin, the sneaky herb picker who appeared at the door of Ian's house before, seemed to have some intentions, and at this moment hurriedly said to the elder's guard, "I have key information to report to the elder..."
Two guards on the left and one on the right had already grabbed Brin's shoulders and were about to throw him out, but they heard a tired old voice from upstairs: "Let him come up."
The guard let go of Brin in response, and the herbal picker, who had been pardoned, heaved a sigh of relief. Then he straightened his appearance and walked upstairs nervously.
"What, is there any result in the investigation?"
In the study room on the second floor, Elder Pude put down the official documents and reports in his hands. He looked indifferently at Brin, who was saluting him respectfully, and said, "Looking at your expression, it's just as I guessed."
"Ian's kid, I really found you, right?"
(End of this chapter)
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