Chapter 79: victory

  Chapter 79 Victory

"good chance!"

The thought flashed through the mind of Viscount Grant, who had been in mid-air, condescendingly suppressing the crocodile dragon. He immediately held the sword in both hands, and a large amount of steam spewed out between the opening and closing of the armor of the ether arm armor, and the furnace core on the back was even more pressurized. A low hum.

  As a large amount of steam gathered, a white high-pressure water knife formed on the crystal sword. It was several meters long and oscillated rapidly.

Accompanied by the howl of tearing the air, the Viscount swung his sword, and the water blade shot straight at the other side of the crocodile dragon - as the fleeting water blade split the rain, the two flew away. All the building fragments and blocks of wood cracked in response.

   Chick! It was like the sound of an iron blade tearing leather, but it was a hundred times louder. A huge sword mark was pulled across the body of the crocodile, and the orange-red blood burst, and the shaky crocodile uttered pain again. With a sharp roar, the connection between its left foot and its body revealed a dark white color, and it was cut off with a serious injury with deep visible bones!

   "Okay, I won!"

Ecstasy welled up in his heart. Viscount Grant already knew that the outcome of the battle was already divided, so even if he saw the crocodile flicking its tail furiously, exerting its power towards the ether armament, and being temporarily unable to move quickly, he would still take a horizontal shot. Instead of panicking, he laughed and was slapped flying with his tail, crashing into the street in the distance.

"Failed…"

  At this moment, the big shaman tried his best to suppress the pain, anger and fear of the crocodile dragon, which made it almost turn around and run away.

  The old man who has integrated himself into the sea of ​​crocodile consciousness is sinking: "Is it fate? Someone can just hit the old wound many years ago with a cannon..."

Even in a fatal predicament, the great shaman did not panic. He had already lived enough, and death was not enough to shake him: "The old injury went deep into the internal organs, and the left middle foot was almost immobile. Impossible to go back the same way.”

  The old man raised his head and looked at the surging ocean: "The spirits of Tide and Gulang have not come here so far. Are they in trouble, or are there not enough sacrifices? That's all, this is the only way to survive."

  But just when the great shaman made up his mind and was about to leave, a deep and huge, but slightly chaotic will spread into his heart: 【—Kill! 】

  【Life, plunder, recovery... kill! 】

"calm."

  The great shaman sighed, he knew that it was the will of the crocodile dragon, and he who was integrated with the other party would also become a part of this scattered and confused will in the future.

   Only now, he still has overwhelming control: "Let's go, Mountain Lord, we have failed again."

   "But as long as you can return to Elephant Bone Mountain, we still have a chance..."

The great shaman knew very well that if he didn't retreat, even the heavily injured himself could easily destroy half of Port Harrison. Thousands of people.

   But what's the point? He still has an heir, but the Mountain Lord doesn't. When Viscount Grant recovers, he won't have a chance to run.

  The big shaman appeased the crocodile dragon and exerted his will. Suddenly, the giant beast, which was still screaming miserably, suddenly stopped all instinctive reactions.

   In a blink of an eye, this giant beast swooped towards the coast of Harrison Port, which was not far away, in a mechanical, stable, as if unfamiliar with its own body, but extremely fast way!

  The mud in the ground was rushing, causing the houses on the left and right sides of the crocodile to sway and fall like vegetation under a strong wind, and collapsed into ruins, making way for the giant beast to escape.

But other than that, it didn't do anything, even if it was not far away from the tower that fired the shell that severely damaged it and reversed the situation of the battle, the Crocodile didn't even have the slightest thought of changing its trajectory to retaliate. A resolute and unstoppable momentum plunged into the sea, causing the tide to churn.

  Orange-red blood spread in the sea, and spread all the way to the distance.

"…what?"

  Already ready for the third shot, Ian waited for the crocodile to come to avenge himself, and then shot at the second 'weak point' on top of the opponent's head, Ian was slightly taken aback.

  It was hard for him to imagine that a furious beast would not retaliate—no matter how much he tried to escape, in theory, when he encountered an enemy who could take revenge easily, he would definitely blow him up, right?

   Unexpectedly, the other party was so sensible that even a low-level handyman would not be cheap. He was really powerful.

   "Okay, at least I won."

It's not a pity for Ian. It's a good thing not to take the risk to fight the crocodile dragon. He turned his head and said to Scott, who was shocked and couldn't even believe that he could really change the situation on the battlefield together: "The tower is about to collapse. Alright, let's go first."

The foundation of Harrison Port was originally quite solid, but under the power of the crocodile to shake the earth, the original solid rock cracked and the solid soil layer turned into mud. The entire Harrison Port was painted with khaki by a wild painter His ink pen slashed obliquely, and the ink stains spread and festered wherever he passed.

The foundation of this tower is naturally also within the scope of influence. According to Ian's estimation, the terrain of the entire Harrison Port may have changed, and one-third of the urban area needs to be rebuilt... But in contrast, just saying that the city will be buried The indigenous elites of the Redwood Forest can already make the indigenous tribes of the Redwood Forest feel overwhelmed for more than ten years, let alone the battlefield outside the city that may still exist.

   "It's too late, let's jump out of the window."

  Ian has already sensed that the tilt of the tower is accelerating. Although the situation seems to be fine now, it will collapse in at most ten seconds.

   Without further ado, the boy saw that the place below was full of stagnant water and mud, and kicked Scott, who was still in a trance and unbelievable, out of the window, and then jumped into the muddy water himself.

  Scott fell badly and took a few mouthfuls of mud. It took a long time before he got up groggy and crawled aside to catch his breath, while Ian just rolled over and relieved himself easily.

  At the same time, the tower behind him tilted and collapsed as expected, and there was a low explosion sound, which was probably caused by the gunpowder in the base being ignited by the remaining heat of the artillery.

  To be honest, Ian's feeling at the first moment was not the ease and happiness after defeating the enemy at all, but the feeling that he was about to fly.

   "The wind is too strong!"

  The windproof coir raincoat was on the verge of failure, and Ian firmly grasped a raised stone on the ground to barely ensure that he was not blown away by the strong wind.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, and found that the purple thunder was criss-crossing, and there were several bolts of lightning every second. At the same time, the electric light also collapsed into a mountain torrent and heavy rain, while the cloud pillar transpiring in the sea in the distance still has no tendency to shrink, and even expands more and more, turning into a cloud wall and fog cliff connecting the sky and the sea.

  Because the rain clouds collided and collapsed on the mountains, the wind weakened slightly, but the rain was more rapid and surging. If it was just pouring before, now it is more like the entire sky has turned into a waterfall.

  The big storm has just begun...

  (end of this chapter)