above the sky

Chapter 72 The Spirit of the Mountain Tide
This is an unbreakable truth for all tactical switchers.

Viscount Grant's voice echoed in the rainstorm, and no one asked how the imperial army in armor and carrying a lot of luggage should catch up with the light natives.

Because in front of them, a sublimator of the second energy level showed to everyone their powerful influence on the tactical and strategic level in addition to their own strength.

With a solemn expression, Viscount Grant raised his hands, and with the sudden rapid heartbeat, something hard was breaking out from his shoulders, elbows and forehead.

Those are spars shining with dark blue brilliance.The shape and distribution are like the elemental crystals all over the body of the Abyssal Lizard Whale, endowing him with the power to control water flow and steam.

Buzzing—a deep humming sounded, like the cry of a whale.

Layers of transparent ripples overflowed from these crystals, and the powerful spiritual energy field began to extend in the atmosphere, affecting the surrounding rain and airflow, and brought it into the domain it controlled.

With the Viscount as the center, a semi-circular 'water cover' with a diameter of hundreds of meters has begun to take shape.

It wraps all the guards and supplies and shelters them in its own domain.

——This is the power of advanced inheritance. Although it has not yet reached the third energy level, it can temporarily possess the power to control a certain level of spiritual energy field by various means.

And every sublimator of the third energy level is a strong psychic who has been cultivated the day after tomorrow!
Outside the water cover, the wind and rain are still violent, which can be called violent, but inside the water cover, the rain has become sparse and the wind has become weak, just like the drizzle that all Nanling people have long been accustomed to.

The power of the giant whale in the abyss, which can produce thick fog and even storms just by breathing, is displayed in front of everyone at this moment through the medium of the sublimated person's will.

"The wind is still too strong, can't it be completely relieved?"

The elemental crystals on his forehead and arms were shining brightly. Viscount Grant estimated his consumption in his heart, and then said concisely: "Go forward, catch up with them, tear them apart, and destroy them!"

Amid the confident chirping, the troops reversed direction and started marching again.

But it was different from the troops who almost started cheering when they saw their leader showing such a powerful sublimation power, with confidence in victory.

At this moment, Viscount Grant felt a little uneasy.

——It is said to change houses, but is it really that simple?

What if the great shaman even predicted that he would change his house?
If the main force in Anmore Town is not all the main force, and the real elite of the natives are all pressed into the city, then he will suffer a lot if he changes his home this time.

Unless he turned around and headed towards the Elephant Bone Mountain after annihilating the native forces in Anmore Town... that might not be a loss.

Although he knew that these were meaningless guesses and he was completely asking for trouble, Viscount Grant still couldn't help feeling worried...

It's just that the worry is not serious.

Because he still has a hole card that can reverse the situation, even if the big shaman predicts everything, he can't stop it.

The thing that has been passed down from the ancestors to the present... the clan.

"As long as the city defense army and Lamar can stop it for a while...it doesn't even need them to stop it, as long as I can stay undefeated for a while, I won't lose."

Shaking his head slightly, the Viscount let out a breath and dismissed these distracting thoughts: "It shouldn't be difficult."

Just as the main force of the port guards moved north, preparing to change homes with the natives.

Port Harrison, west of town.

The south side of Harrison Port faces the sea. There are five city gates on the east, west, north, and east sides, two of which face north and two face west. They are used by both military and civilians, and many troops are stationed in each.

"Get ready to fight! The natives have sneaked into the city, beware of enemies!"

At the northwest city gate, the captain with a red nose and black beard shouted loudly, ordering the soldiers to get ready.

Although he would usually protect those smugglers to trade with the natives at the default location, but when a war really broke out, he bulldozed the original trading point and rebuilt the fortification in the first place.

To be honest, when Blackbeard saw the black smoke rising from the city center, his soul was scared away. Although he never allowed any kind of military supplies to be smuggled, the one who really allowed the smuggling was the Viscount himself, but the crystal sand The gunpowder was used by the natives to blow up the Viscount’s mansion, and he will definitely take the blame—now the only way to survive is to fight the enemy bravely and make a lot of military exploits, so that even if he is really blamed and killed, at least his family can still have something. pension.

"Captain, the enemy is coming! The number is less than thirty, should it be a test?"

The observer on the tower briefly reported the enemy's situation, and then was puzzled: "Strange, they didn't wear leaf armor, and they didn't bring bows and crossbows. They only had totems hanging on their belts...Captain! They are starting to approach!"

"what?"

At the beginning, Blackbeard didn't pay much attention to the aborigines who didn't wear armor or bows. Isn't this sending them to death?
But when he heard them approaching, the captain began to feel something was wrong.

He quickly came to the city wall and looked down at the indigenous team not far away.

——Indeed, there were less than thirty people on the other side. Not only did they not wear armor, they didn't even wear any clothes at all. They looked like a stripped chicken in a storm, which was ridiculous.

But the strange thing is that each of these nearly naked indigenous warriors is quite tall, even among the imperial people, they are all tall, over 1.9 meters, and the whole body is densely covered with black tattoos and oil paint, which simply overwhelms them. their original skin color.

"Shouldn't be..."

Captain Blackbeard was puzzled. Such a strong native should only have the body shape of the warrior blood of the chiefs. Although the talented natives have been taken care of by shamans since childhood, they can also have such a physique with special food.

But each of them is a warrior who protects the ancestral land, and they can't easily leave the Elephant Bone Mountain. How could they come to attack the city and spend it on bows and crossbows?
And their weapons...

"Short knives and claw hooks? Are they going to attack the city physically?!"

As they got closer, Blackbeard could see clearly what the opponent was holding. It was the most ordinary climbing hook. Using this thing to attack the [-]-meter-high city wall of Harrison Harbor was beyond ridiculous. , but sadly.

But for some reason, his heart suddenly tightened.

An extremely strong sense of unease made him immediately order: "Open the bow! Shoot them through!"

Puff puff!
The city guards who had prepared long ago opened their bows and shot. Due to the heavy wind and rain, most of the random arrows missed their targets, but the most accurate ones pierced through the chests, shoulders and thighs of the leading indigenous warriors.

They should have died.

But something frightening happened.

The speed of the natives hit by the arrow did not slow down in the slightest. On the contrary, they let out roars of varying sizes, and then accelerated their charge.

Obviously injured, but the speed is faster!
"The life of our ancestors... flows in our blood... fighting is the destination... the destination is death..."

boom!A flash of lightning fell, and the suddenly bright light illuminated the faces of these natives—the black beard could see that their eyes were already filled with bloodshot eyes, and the eyeballs were spinning abnormally, and their bodies were full of muscle knots, blood vessels and blood vessels. The big muscles beat violently.

These indigenous warriors are not so much strong as they are because there are some terrifying monsters in their bodies that want to get out of their bodies!

The natives who were shot by the arrow even began to sing, the singing was simple and primitive, with inexplicable desolation and tragedy: "Death is blood... blood is life..."

"It's soma nuts...they're dead!"

Blackbeard's mind flashed through the terrifying legends that have been circulated among all the people of the Nanling Empire. Those selfless wild beasts who are not afraid of death, use their fists when their knives are broken, and their teeth when their hands are broken, can't help but start trembling instinctively , tremblingly exclaimed: "They are native berserkers!"

He moaned in despair: "We're done..."

——No matter what the situation is or what the situation is, when the natives send these mortal berserkers to attack, the final outcome must be that both sides die.

"Life is anger... Anger is battle!"

The berserker who has already swallowed the soma tree fruit core, circulated extremely high concentrations of excitatory substances and toxins to every corner of the body, his brain was almost drunk, and almost lost all brain functions. Adaptive diet, now barely retains a little sanity.

Fight for sanity.

They chanted war songs instinctively, even though they were hit by arrows, they didn't realize it. The few leaders had already thrown their claws. The dagger rushed into the ranks of the city guards.

The berserker was originally tall, but now he was in a state of drunkenness, his body was lifted from all restrictions, and he even crushed these city guards.

They didn't even need the knives in their hands. They just waved their fists and slammed into them with brute force, piercing through and tearing up all the soldiers of the empire. In a few breaths, they cleared a safe area at the city wall, allowing the follow-up berserkers to come and go. ascend the city.

In the face of these monsters, even the shield-raised city defense army with long spears is meaningless. Even if the body of the indigenous warriors who fell into extreme fanaticism is pierced by long spears, it will not affect their actions at all.

They even roared, and in turn used their muscles to clamp the gun head that had pierced into their body, and then held the gun barrel with their backhands, picking up the unprepared city guards in the opposite direction, fell in front of their eyes, and crushed their heads with one foot.

"what!!!"

In desperation, Captain Blackbeard raised his spear to pierce the heads of the berserkers in front of him. This was the only way to kill them immediately.

But the berserker just laughed wildly, then stretched out his arms and rushed towards him, biting the gun head.

Even though Blackbeard's spear passed through the mouth, pierced the enemy's head, and blood gushed from the back of the brain after the opening, the berserker who had already died of drunkenness was still alive. He crushed the barrel of the gun violently, and finally stretched out his hand, using the muscles and blood vessels to explode, and the big blue-black hand grabbed Heibeard's neck.

- Click.

The sound of bones being crushed sounded at the city gate.

In less than ten breaths, the northwest gate was breached, and the defenders were all wiped out.

The southwestern city gate is facing the Ewok River and the redwood forest, the most heavily guarded place in Harrison Port.

"Enemy attack!"

The soldiers guarding this place vaguely heard the war song and dying cry from the wind, but they didn't have any energy to devote to their comrades: "Where's the artillery?! Hurry up and fire the alchemy artillery!"

The commanding captain hoarsely gave orders, but all this was submerged in a deathly silence, only the rattling of teeth trembling with fear could be heard.

Because the monsters they faced were more terrifying than Berserkers.

At this moment, it is completely night, even the glow above the rain clouds at the top of the sky has completely disappeared, and the storm and lightning are intertwined in the darkness, making the sky and the earth full of noisy thunderstorms.

However, in such darkness, there was a darker and larger shadow gradually approaching, and the sound of low footsteps resounded, causing the earth to tremble.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Three pairs of scarlet eyes shone with a palpitating light in the rainy night. They streaked across the air, leaving streaks of red light.

Boom!

The thunder exploded, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the shadow's true face.

What a majestic and terrifying monster...

Six pupils and six legs, covered in scales, and covered with sharp and solid stone spines, the long tail touched the ground when it flicked, causing the surrounding rocks and soil to vibrate.

And the long alligator snout revealed its true identity.

——The mountain owner who has been worshiped by the natives for 150 years, the totem named the spirit of the mountain tide, the nightmare in the hearts of the first generation of Harrison Port residents, the rumored giant beast that is only one step away from the monster with a different name...

The bloody red eyes of the mountain lord, the swamp crocodile stared mercilessly at the low city gate. It stood in front of the city gate, even taller than the city gate!

Immediately afterwards, the giant crocodile opened its huge mouth full of fangs, and the sticky saliva came with a pungent rotten stench.

Amidst the terrified wailing of the defenders at the southwest gate of Harrison Port, despair spread.

Because the crocodile dragon opened its mouth, but slowly closed it again.

"Crack-"

There was the sound of rocks smashing, and then, the roar of the city wall collapsing!
After crushing the city gate and gate tower, the majestic monster raised its head, and its six eyes stared at the prosperous city in front of it in the wind and rain, as if it could see the lush jungle a hundred years ago.

"meet……"

With a whisper, after decades, the revived spirit of the mountain tide finally returned to his long-lost hometown.

The owner of the mountains and marshes once again set foot on the land that he had ruled for a hundred years.

(End of this chapter)