Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 72: The key to the sea

"Shh, this is no longer your territory. Mountain Lord, don't get angry rashly"

Just as the huge crocodile smashed down the city gate and stared at the city, its anger gradually rising, a weak voice came from above its head.

Between the two protruding scales and spines on the forehead of the crocodile dragon, there is a vague figure breathing weakly, as if sitting cross-legged on a seat made of the flesh and blood of a giant beast.

But if you observe carefully, you can find that the fleshy seat is essentially a person's twisted and fuzzy lower body, and under this seat, there are crimson twisted fleshy roots spreading, one after another formed by the dissimilation of blood vessels and nerves. The coming roots started from the blurry figure, pierced into the crocodile's head, exchanging dark purple fluorescent liquid back and forth.

Indigenous great shaman, Animo deep swamp breathes gently, his lower body has become a distorted flesh and blood base, embedded in the head of the spirit of the mountain tide, many hard crowns of thorns.

Half of his body was leaning on a thick stone thorn, there were no eyeballs in his eyes, only deeply sunken potholes remained.

But on the contrary, following the words of the great shaman, the eyeballs of the crocodile dragon twirled smartly. Following his mind, the crocodile dragon that was accumulating anger and was about to roar, announcing that he had returned to his homeland No more changes, actually suppressed his desire to destroy.

It just let out a low growl, and the invisible spiritual energy field shook in all directions, and the surrounding city wall structure slowly collapsed under the shaking of the earth and rocks, like a gravel castle melting in the sea tide.

At the same time, the soil in the surrounding land also began to surge against gravity—the gravel and mud condensed into a solid dirt road under the will of the giant beast, and the muddy water mixed with a lot of impurities washed away All the sundries.

"Let's go."

The great shaman gave an order softly, and the giant beast stepped onto the dirt road it had created, followed by several young shamans and warriors who brought a small number of natives into the city.

Animu is very old. As early as decades ago, when the first generation of imperial immigrants arrived at South Ridge Bay under the **** of the knights of the old Viscount Grant, and began to build Harrison Port, he He is already one of the most prestigious shamans among the tribes in the Redwood Forest.

When other prestigious shamans were killed in the war with the imperials and died under the crystal sword and air blade of the old Viscount Grant, he, who was lucky enough to survive, gradually became the only great shaman Full.

Then, one person shoulders the heavy responsibility, continuously fighting, killing, and offering sacrifices with the Imperials

And the final peace talks.

To be honest, the Animu had no additional hatred for the Imperials.

For him, the empire is just an extremely large tribe on the land of Terra, with its own chiefs, warriors, shamans and hunters.

The other party's behavior of invading oneself is no different from the behavior of their natives conquering each other and plundering sacrifices.

He is also quite envious that the people of the empire have their own sublimation power without having to sacrifice to many mountain lords, sea spirits.

At least, they won't be hungry and don't have to eat people.

"Isn't that nice?"

If possible, he also wants to be a member of the empire, just like those mountain people in the north who received an invitation after the defeat and gladly joined the empire, and began to violate the teachings of their ancestors, learning to farm, shepherd and settle down.

The original brave hunter even became the mainstay of the Southern Legion.

"Unfortunately we are not them."

——Sequoia people have their own missions and secrets.

Animu raised his head, and his empty eye sockets looked towards the land of storms raging in the south—at the same time, the crocodile under the great shaman also turned his head, staring at the six crimson jewel-like eyes. into the distance.

——there is the holy land of their Sequoia people, as well as the heritage handed down from their ancestors.

For the inheritance and sacred objects, the ancestors of the Sequoia people split into various tribes, killing and sacrificing each other, and lost countless inheritances and mysteries. Under the attack of a knight order, the Shan people were defeated steadily, and lost the entire Misty Bay and the river swamp area, allowing them to build the current Port of Harrison.

This is not a bad thing.

Because if human beings want to be united, they must have an external enemy.

Up to now, the four major tribes of the aborigines have been united, and many other small tribes have also been united. Under the threat of the imperial people, the Sequoia people are united as before, just like a thousand years ago.

"If it weren't for the big storm eight years ago, one of the inheritance secret keys might have been lost."

Withdrawing his gaze, the sighing Great Shaman returned his gaze to Harrison Port, and then firmly locked in the direction of the Viscount's Mansion: "But these are all details."

"It's there."

The gigantic crocodile roared. It sensed the contradictory emotions of 'excitement' and 'calmness' transmitted by the human above it, and felt very uncomfortable. It wanted to wantonly destroy and vent its anger.

But the giant beast can't get rid of the human's mind control above its head at all, so it can only obediently obey the other party's instructions and move forward.

The crimson blood-colored roots spreading out from the great shaman's body are very similar to the crimson blood ink he offered at the pure sacrifice two months ago, and these roots mixed with blood vessels and nerves go deep Deep in the crocodile's brain, it can even take over all the thinking and actions of the other party if necessary.

These roots are pure life essence condensed, and they are the refinement and integration of the lives of tens of hundreds of people, or even more people. It is its power that makes the extremely old great shaman It can take root on the head of the spirit of the mountain tide and control the opponent's every move.

——The mountain owner wants to sacrifice life, then give it life.

But, there is a price.

"Your life is my life."

Mumbling in a low voice, the great shaman clearly sensed that there was a faint echo guiding him in the Viscount's mansion.

That is one of the four sacred objects of the Sequoia people, the fluctuation of the "Key of the Sea"!

"The Holy Land is boiling, setting off monstrous waves and storms, and the key is also boiling - despicable imperial people, you can't hide the ancestor's relics that you have taken from our Sequoia Holy Land!"

After confirming the location of the target, the old man sneered.

This is also the reason why he did not hesitate to consume the essence of the spirit of the sea for more than ten years, eat the foresight Futaba, predict the date of the storm in the South China Sea, and the reason for the actions of Viscount Grant - only when the holy land is abnormal, the key will also appear Mutation, and all of this can only be sensed by the Sequoia people who also have the source quality key deep in the blood, and it is impossible for those imperial people who do not have the same blood to know.

"Crush it over."

The great shaman gives orders.

So the mountain master moved forward.

The terrible vibration occurred from the foot of the crocodile dragon.

Ordinary swamp crocodile is a typical middle and low-level monster species with most of the first energy level and a small number of second energy level. It is generally 1.5 meters tall and less than eight meters long, but a crocodile with the first energy level A dragon can fight a full-fledged knight.

As for the swamp crocodile of the second energy level, even the smallest individual has a body length of more than fifteen meters, which is taller than ordinary people. The normal individuals among them can grow to five or six meters in height after a long period of time. , more than 20 meters long, must be led by an elite staff to have the possibility of victory.

However, the swamp crocodile that can be worshiped as a totem spirit and mountain lord, has survived for more than 150 years, has a basic spiritual energy field, and is close to the third energy level cannot be judged by its race.

This giant beast, which is more than ten meters tall, is taller than a city wall or even a five-story tower when its head is raised, and is over 70 meters long, is infinitely close to a high-level monster, but it lacks the wisdom and skills of a high-level monster that approximates or even surpasses humans. That's all.

But now, it is not the crocodile that controls this powerful body.

It is Animu, the great shaman of Sequoia.

The moment the crocodile dragon stepped forward, the violent shock caused the surrounding houses to shake violently, the glass shattered, the doors and windows were twisted, and the fragile ones collapsed directly.

The strong wind swept the debris of the building into the air, and the flying stones and wooden fragments were accelerated to a dangerous level, and smashed the windows and door panels of the surrounding rows of houses. Fortunately, there are no pedestrians on the road now, otherwise It was almost a massacre.

Even the solid bluestone road could not bear the weight of the giant beast, and began to sag, but with the will of the great shaman, the surrounding land gathered up like living creatures to take over the body of their owner.

But the process also completely destroyed the streets of Port Harrison. Where the crocodile dragon passed, an uneven muddy dirt road appeared.

Like a scar.

At this moment, all the remaining defense towers in Harrison Harbor have noticed this majestic behemoth, and after a brief shock, they all launched an attack together.

Boom! Dazzling rays of light bloomed, pulling out a two-meter-long electrified flame, and a sound barrier cloud appeared, and the atmosphere filled with heavy rain and strong wind was broken down in an instant, and a cylindrical cavity appeared.

Continuous explosions of alchemy cannons were like continuous thunderclaps shaking the ground, and the shells with sharp front and rear pillars galloped at a speed that could not even catch up with the sound, and directly bombarded the body of the crocodile dragon and go.

However, Crocodile just closed its eyelids.

As long as it was moving forward, its ability had already been activated—the khaki mud was like a living creature, climbing up from the ground against the current, crawling slowly on the surface of the giant beast.

It can be vaguely seen that there are tiny earth-yellow crystals shining in the center of the scales and the tops of the spines of the crocodile dragon, and this dense light is connected with each other, vaguely forming an extremely complex network of light patterns.

It's the magnetic field, and it's not just the invisible field diffusion of the magnetic field. The viscous mud, whose thickness is calculated in meters, serves as the first layer of non-Newtonian liquid armor, and it has come into contact with those alchemy shells that are enough to smash the city wall.

—followed by an explosion.

Boom boom boom! The powerful shock waves are like translucent rings, driving away all the surrounding rainwater, but also bringing up a lot of smoke and steam, causing the rows of houses closest to the battlefield to collapse.

But as the smoke dissipated, all the tower gunners were shocked to find that the layers of mud shields covering the body of the crocodile were blown apart, and the semi-metallic scales under the shields were also leaking out. Bloodstain

They did injure the enemy, but this kind of damage is just equivalent to being pierced by thorns to the fingertips of the second level of monsters.

It hurts, but it doesn't affect the battle. Instead, it can accumulate anger and increase strength.

And their positions are also exposed by the offense.