High Above

  Chapter 317 Shark, save me! (twenty three)

   Bishop Baiwu is here, everyone can feel at ease.

  Based on his combat power, as long as there are not several naval battle armors involved, or an etheric armed force coming to face the enemy head-on, otherwise, no one is likely to be able to stop him.

   But what makes people feel more uneasy is that judging from the current situation of forces gathered in Harrison Port, it is really not difficult to send a few armored machines to entangle the Bishop of White Mist.

   "I'll notify the Viscount."

  Bishop Bishop took out a silver metal pillar about the thickness of **** from his arms, twisted it, and closed his eyes after confirming the frequency.

  Psionic halos lit up from behind his closed eyes, and silver arcs of light also lit up on the silver metal pillar.

"it is good."

After a while, the arc of light on the silver metal pillar dissipated, Bishop Baiwu opened his eyes, and he calmly said: "The viscount said that someone will come to pick us up soon, he, Canaan Moore and the fleet over the Flame Land There was a conflict, and now we are communicating and consulting with each other."

  Looking at the fireworks billowing in the distance, Ian understood.

  Obviously, the parties involved in the communication fully exchanged views, but they did not reach a consensus.

  The next thing to do is to wait.

   About an hour later, a sailboat surrounded by white mist appeared in everyone's eyes.

  Ian raised his head. He could be sure that this was the boat that came to pick them up. The white mist surrounding the sailboat was a concealment method created by Viscount Grant with his own ability, and there was also a familiar aura on board.

   "Ian! And you adults!"

   Sure enough, the next moment, a loud acquaintance's voice sounded in the storm: "Come up quickly, the surrounding sea area is not peaceful!"

   "It's Uncle Sai Nan."

  Looking beyond the misty mist and heavy rain, he locked on the white-haired captain. Ian was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

  He could tell that the captain of this fast boat was Sai Nan, and this black-skinned uncle also had a blue aura.

  It seems that Elder Purdue did give this 'acquaintance' the Wavesinger potion he made, and sent him as a support.

   Sai Nan has no distortion, and there is no problem with the operation of the source matter on his body, which proves that his potion making skills are indeed quite mature. Next, he can try further experiments.

   Without further ado, all on board.

   Surrounded by mist, the fast ship set sail again. The two Wavesingers used their power to make it go faster, heading back to the port at a speed that even an ironclad ship could hardly catch up to.

  However, in the distant sea.

  A naval battle armor that has been lurking, is observing.

  【Coordinate U area 1285, 245, first-level situation, the target has been determined】

  【Start artillery guidance】

Obviously, the people who just left the ruins are still in excitement and emotion. Although they know that the ruins are already surrounded by multinational fleets, they want to predict the typical value of "destroy if you can't get it" The enemy's actions are still somewhat difficult.

   Except Ian.

   Immediately after boarding the fast sailboat driven by Uncle Sai Nan, Ian noticed something was wrong.

  —How come, except for a few sublimated people around me, all the people on the boat are scarlet?

   Even the frost butterfly above his head turned scarlet... This is a primitive fairy protected by his power, how could it be so fragile?

  Reminiscent of the surrounding artillery fire, he immediately thought of several possibilities.

  Combined with the special forces of Feiyan that he had encountered in the ruins, the boy felt that he already had a better understanding of the fighting culture of Feiyan.

   "Uncle Sai Nan, turn around!"

There was a blue halo in Ian's eyes, without the slightest hesitation, and before he could accept the warm-up tea offered by several crew members, he shouted directly: "Left—no, right! Go to the sea area on the right at full speed, no! , maneuver forward!"

  In just one sentence, the boy changed several instructions through the changes of the fog on the surrounding crew members.

  If it is another normal captain, let alone obeying Ian's instructions, even if he really listens, how can he understand Ian's meaning in a short while?

   But Sai Nan is an old acquaintance with Ian after all these years.

  He didn't think at all, and accepted the boy's instructions empty-handedly, and repeated loudly: "Okay! The sea area on the right side maneuvers forward!"

Immediately, under Sai Nan's command, the sails creaked and rotated in the rotation of the inscription machine, and the entire high-speed sailboat began to rotate and maneuver in an extremely difficult posture, leaving a long white streak on the sea surface. Wandering, turning and deviating from the original route.

   No one could understand why these two white people suddenly started such a weird encrypted call.

   A rather impossible guess even popped up in the minds of the crew members who were not familiar with Ian and Sai Nan.

  —Ian and Sai Nan are both spies. What they are doing now is to abduct Master Goser, Isengard and others to the fleet of other forces and capture them!

   This was indeed a very imaginative guess, but soon, the facts told them that they were indeed overthinking.

  Because artillery fire fell from the sky.

  Boom, boom, boom!

Accompanied by the tearing sound of the rain curtain and the waves being pierced, there was a loud noise like the sky falling apart, and the scarlet cannonball trajectory was like a meteor falling, falling in the direction the ship was going to travel, a series of huge waves and shock waves It came quickly, causing the sailboat to shake violently, as if it would soon fall apart.

  This is not the end yet, because the artillery is a covering attack, and the more intensive artillery fire is accompanied by the ear-piercing screaming sound, which makes all the crew members pale.

   "What's next!"

  Amidst the thunderous explosion, Sai Nan's black face was as white as his own hair, and he roared bitterly: "Someone must be reporting to the fleet!"

  He had to roar, otherwise his voice would be overwhelmed by the roar of the shells, not to mention the shock waves that were still beating against the side of the ship like a wave, making it difficult for him to control the direction.

   Not only that, some crew members with relatively poor physical fitness have even foamed at the mouth on the deck. Their internal organs have been impacted, and even their vision has been blurred due to the violent shock, and they feel dizzy.

  The artillery firepower of the navy is still a bit too powerful for ordinary fishermen and sailors like them.

  On the surface of the sea, the flames shone brightly, just like a bouquet of flowers shaped by a flame ignited on the surface of the sea. Under the rain, a circular explosion circle had formed.

   "What else can I do? Accelerate in a straight line!"

To this, Ian also responded loudly. His voice was obviously not as hoarse as Sai Nan's, but it seemed to be poured directly into everyone's brains, just like church bells: "Don't worry about the armor, I will find a way to solve it. it!"

  After speaking, he took a deep breath, then raised his left hand, and called out, "Shark!"

   "Help me!"

  Buzzing, the feeling of current rushing passed by.

"Oh?"

  The authority of the master of the labyrinth was transmitted back to the inside of the ruins, and Shasha, who was swimming in the crystal lake at the moment, suddenly had a feeling.

  If someone else gave it this induction, it would definitely think it was an illusion.

  Of course, because of Ian, Shasha immediately dispatched without hesitation!

  In the outside world, there are turbulent waves, violent storms, and the entire South China Sea is gloomy and dark. Even the sea and sky are glued together by continuous dark clouds, with only a few flashes of lightning piercing the mid-air.

  But at this moment, one after another artificial lightning is being produced one after another in a fleet.

  On the huge high-speed battleship, the triple-installed giant heavy guns are spewing tongues of lightning flames that are tens of meters long, and clusters of flames tear through the atmosphere and bombard the distant sea.

  Amidst the roaring roar of the sea and sky, King Feiyandi belonged to the Second Legion, the flagship of the Storm Ocean Fleet 'Nanguang'.

   Vice Admiral Earl Olbia, who received the report from the front line, frowned.

   "No damage? Are they wary of turning?"

   "What, you lost it?! How is it possible!"

  The lieutenant general seemed unable to accept this possibility, and seemed very anxious: "What's going on?"

   It's no wonder he couldn't calm down.

   After all, Olbia's status is not that honorable despite being an earl.

  The aristocratic system of the Flaming Land countries is quite different from the empire or other countries.

  Whether it is Absalom or Nemathus, only the direct bloodlines of the kings are recognized as 'noble blood', which is the true sense of nobility.

   As for other sublimators, although they can hold power and have titles, they cannot be hereditary. The so-called titles are nothing more than social classes tied to official positions.

  He Earl of Olbia sounds very noble, but in fact, he is just a senior worker.

  This system sounds very weird, and it seems to be very unfriendly to sublimators, but within the countries of Flame Land, the society is very stable.

   After all, as long as there is enough strength and ability, anyone can have a title, and even the opportunity to marry "noble blood", strengthen the blood of their descendants, and even get the right to inherit the throne!

   Simply put, the upward channel is very smooth.

  In addition to the fact that it is difficult to reach the top, an ordinary person can theoretically be able to be under one person and above ten thousand through struggle.

   If you are lucky, maybe your descendants will become one of the kings?

  After all, the precious blood in the true sense is only the kings themselves and the first generation of children who have inherited the power of their blood.

   In the second generation and beyond, if they have enough strength and achievements, they may still be recognized as the "descendants" of the contemporary "king" and have the right to inherit the throne.

  But if there is not enough blood purity and ability, even noble blood will be demoted to common people, become ordinary sublimators, or even ordinary people.

   This peculiar aristocratic system, in essence, originated from the special inheritance of the kings of Feiyandi.

  Their special bloodline inheritance requires not only bloodlines, but also a kind of "inherited treasure" passed down from generation to generation.

  (end of this chapter)