229: Chapter 217 Like Popping Champagne!
(2/4) 229: Chapter 217 Like Popping Champagne!
(2/4) The shark surged forward at breakneck speed, swift as lightning, fierce like a hungry wolf, enough to send a shiver down the spine of every fisherman in the Southern Sea.
If one were to overlook the shark’s rapid movent as rely an act of fleeing for life, its ferocity indeed possessed a daunting montum.
However, behind the shark, a gargantuan Sea Eel erged, moving through the sea like a jet-black bolt of lightning.
The waves it churned soared above the surface, leaving behind a trail of snowy white spray.
The shark fled, the eel chased, both trapped with nowhere to fly.
But soon after pursuing the Ironclad Shark for a while, the Sea Eel belatedly realized that its true target was not the shark before it, but rather the group of Humans in the sky.
“Woo————”
Lifting its head, the Gargantuan Eel opened its massive maw, emitting an infuriated, spirited cry as the Magical Beast capable of controlling the waves and stirring whirlpools in the ocean caused the invisible water to swirl around it, creating a huge vortex.
Ian had no doubt that in the next mont, the power stored within the vortex would transform into fountains and sharp water arrows, pouring down like reverse rain to envelop the entire sky.
However, at this mont, he felt not a trace of concern.
For on the horizon, a pale blue speck of light had appeared.
This speck of light, shooting from the distance, tore through the clouds to reveal the star-sparse night sky behind them.
In rely a few breaths’ ti, the true identity of that light point had reached the airspace above this stretch of sea.
Viscount Grant, in pri condition and only the Aether Armant Conquest Ripple bearing slight traces of lightning scorch on his Armor Suit, had arrived at the battlefield.
The situation beca clear.
Before Viscount Grant had achieved the Second Energy Level, the safety of Harrison Port had depended entirely on the solitary support of Bishop White Mist…
Once the Viscount achieved the Second Energy Level, the old Bishop stepped back, returning all control of the city’s defenses to the local Lord without the slightest hesitation.
And Viscount Grant did not fail that trust and hope.
Although on the surface he only defended the harbor’s original domain, repelling the Native’s repeated attacks, behind the scenes he worked tirelessly with friends from the Imperial Capital, frugally amassing a whole Cannon Brigade, thus reversing the tide of offense and defense in the Great Redwood Forest Zone.
Of course, during this process, there were occasions when the Totem Master made moves to harass, but Viscount Grant always managed to repel them ti and again, piloting his Aether Armant.
He had never been defeated.
The so-called expert warrior with no renowned deeds was precisely this, because Viscount Grant’s victories were taken for granted, few felt that this Noble who, aside from indulging in drinks and pleasures, seldom did anything, was a genuine military Noble.
But now.
With the arrival of Viscount Grant, even the Tenglan Giant Eel couldn’t help but dive a bit deeper into the sea, and the stormy waves it stirred hence cald sowhat.
This behemoth was clearly wary of the Viscount; the mont he appeared, it adopted a defensive stance.
The Viscount did not care about the Gargantuan Eel’s attitude towards him; he surveyed the current battlefield and, upon seeing Ian, Gossay, and Yisen Gard among others all alive and well, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief: “Teacher, you’re alright.”
The Aether Armant’s loudspeaker could not make the Viscount’s voice clear, it always carried a tinny muffled quality.
“Not good.
Els, now’s not the ti for greetings.”
Master Gossay, although fluent and clear in his speech, could not disguise his debilitating weakness: “You didn’t deal with Patrick?
Then we must run first.”
[He was struck by my sword, and now he’s probably struggling to keep his blood from turning into high-heat steam.
He won’t trouble us for a few minutes.]
Hearing that Master Gossay was still capable of speaking, the Viscount nodded slightly.
Looking down at the gargantuan eel below him, his deanor was arrogant: [The sea has always been the Grant Family’s ho turf—we don’t need to shelter the army, shelter the cities.
When has the Abyssal Whale that dwells in the sea ever feared other magical beasts?]
As if sensing the Viscount’s disdain, the huge form of the Soaring Surge Spirit twisted in the sea, angrily churning the whirlpools—suddenly, dozens of currents, large and small, surged within thousands of kiloters around in the sea.
In the distance, the sharp cries of the Drum Wave Spirit also sounded, that behemoth capable of summoning lightning, although temporarily repelled by Viscount Grant, was not seriously injured.
Now hearing the call of its kin, the two gargantuan eels were about to converge, making a united front against the enemy.
Besides, the Viscount suddenly raised his head, scanning the surrounding gloomy clouds…
Although without evidence, he was certain that Patrick, whom he had seriously injured earlier, was also on his way to join the fray.
[Tsk, three against one, or even four against one, is sowhat troubleso…]
He muttered prudently, then asked loudly, [What about the Crocodragon?
I just sensed its Source Quality Fluctuation?]
[Report its position!]
“It’s dead.”
Without any hesitation, Ian raised the Crocodragon Brain Marrow Crystal in his hand: “I, wearing the Armor Suit and aided by Master Gossay and the others, have slain the Spirit of the Mountain Tide!”
Instantly, not only did the actions of the Aether Armant pause for a mont, but also the eyes of both, Master Gossay and Yisen Gard, converged on the young man.
They looked puzzled, as if unclear about how exactly they had assisted Ian.
However, Master Gossay, savvy in the ways of the world, upon seeing the light golden core in Ian’s hand, imdiately understood and spoke up: “Yes, Ailes, the Crocodragon has indeed been slain by our joint efforts, its body lies beneath the sea, fear not!”
Now the only one confused was Yisen Gard—Pirate Andor even understood faster than Master Gossay, after all, their daily life was pretty much like this.
[This is truly…]
For a mont, besides being shockingly perplexed, Viscount Grant was at a loss for words; he even repeated to himself: [It just died like that?
Is it that simple?]
—The native sovereign he had fought against for decades, with victories and defeats shared between them…Had it really just died like that?
His heart was filled with complex emotions…
Of course, it wasn’t any sort of pity, but he truly wanted to pop open champagne to celebrate, to exclaim ‘Good riddance!’, even though the serious situation didn’t quite support it.
To the Viscount’s words, the young man couldn’t help but click his tongue—of course, killing a Crocodragon wasn’t simple!
But Ian couldn’t possibly explain to the other party that he was a Prophet able to see weaknesses, and that he also had a double inheritance, could he?
After stating all that, Ian fashioned a small bundle out of his robe and hung the Crystal on his waist—it might be necessary to either fight or flee next, and carrying such an item wouldn’t be convenient.
He planned to find an opportunity to refine the Brain Marrow Crystal—assuming nothing unexpected, Ian, also being an Earth Ascender, could condense it to about the size of a fist.
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