Above The Sky
Chapter 75 - 75 71 Spirit of the Mountain Tide

75: Chapter 71: Spirit of the Mountain Tide 75: Chapter 71: Spirit of the Mountain Tide All strategies are interchangeable; this is an unshakable truth.

Viscount Grant’s voice echoed through the torrential rain, and no one asked how the heavily armored and supply-laden troops of The Empire were supposed to catch up with the lightly equipped Natives.

Because in front of them stood a Second Energy Level Sublimator, who demonstrated to everyone the powerful influence they had on tactics and strategy beyond their own strength.

With a solemn expression, Viscount Grant raised his hands.

Accompanied by the suddenly rapid beating of his heart, something hard was breaking out from his shoulders, elbows, and forehead.

Those were crystals shining with a deep blue luster.

Their shape and distribution were like the Elemental Crystals that covered the body of the Abyssal Whale, endowing him with the power to control water flows and steam.

Buzzing— a deep humming sound arose, reminiscent of whale calls.

Layers of transparent ripples spilled from these crystals, and a powerful Spirit Energy Field began to extend into the atmosphere, affecting the surrounding rainwater and air currents, bringing them into its dominion.

Centered on the Viscount, a hemispherical ‘water shield’ with a diameter of several hundred meters had begun to take shape.

It encompassed all the Guard Squads and supply packages within its domain.

—This is the power of a high inheritance; although it hasn’t reached the Third Energy Level yet, it could temporarily wield the power to manipulate a certain degree of Spirit Energy Field through various methods.

And every Third Energy Level Sublimator, is a strong Spirit Energy User who has practiced to this state through dedicated cultivation!

Outside the water shield, the storm raged on, bordering on frenzy, but inside the shield, the rain became sparse, and the wind turned slight, just like the drizzle the Southern Ridge People were accustomed to.

The power of the Abyssal Whale, which could create mists and even storms with a breath, was now being manifested before everyone’s eyes, mediated by the will of the Sublimator.

“The wind is still too strong, unable to reduce it completely, right?”

The Elemental Crystals on his forehead and arms were flashing light, Viscount Grant estimated his own consumption and then succinctly said, “Advance, catch up with them, tear them apart, annihilate them!”

In the confident and unanimous response of the troops, the direction was reversed, and the march began once again.

But unlike the troops who were about to cheer upon seeing such a powerful display of Sublimation Power from their leader, filled with the conviction of victory,

At this moment, Viscount Grant’s heart was tinged with unease.

—Replacing homes is said to be simple, but is it really that easy?

What if the Great Shaman had predicted even this home-changing move?

What to do then?

If the main force at Amor Town wasn’t really all the main force, and the elite Natives had pressed into the city en masse, then this switch would turn into a huge loss.

Unless, after destroying the Native forces at Amor Town, he turned around again and marched towards Ivorybone Mountain…

That might guarantee no loss.

Although he knew these were all senseless guesses and merely self-inflicted worries, Viscount Grant couldn’t help but feel apprehensive…

However, this anxiety was not heavy.

Because he still held a trump card that could turn the tide of the situation, a method that even if the Great Shaman foresaw everything, they couldn’t prevent.

That ancestral item, inherited from his forefathers…

the totem of the clan.

“As long as the City Defense Force and Lamar can hold them off for a while…

they don’t even need to hold them off, just to last for a while without defeat, I will not lose.”

Shaking his head slightly, the Viscount exhaled, discarding these stray thoughts: “It shouldn’t be difficult.”

Just as the main force of the Port Guard Squad set off towards the north, preparing to swap position with the Natives,

Harrison Port, to the west of the city.

To the south of Harrison Port was the sea, and to the other three sides—east, west, and north—there were five city gates, two of which faced north and two west, used by both military and civilians, with no shortage of troops stationed at each.

“Prepare for battle!

The Natives have infiltrated the city, beware of attacks from both sides!”

At the northwest city gate, a squad leader with a red nose and black beard bellowed to the soldiers, ordering them to prepare.

Though he would protect smugglers trading with the Natives at designated spots on regular days, once a fight broke out, he was among the first to level the original trade point and rebuild the fortifications.

Honestly, the sight of black smoke rising from the city center nearly scared his soul away.

Although he never allowed the smuggling of any military supplies, and it was Viscount Grant himself who actually consented to the smuggling, the fact that the Natives used Crystal Sand Gunpowder to bomb the Viscount’s Mansion meant he would definitely be blamed—if there was any hope left, it lied in fighting bravely and earning military merits.

That way, even if he really had to take the blame and die, at least his family could receive some pension.

“Captain, the enemy is here!

There are less than thirty, seems like a probing attack?”

The observer on the tower briefly reported the enemy situation, then said with confusion, “Strange, they’re not wearing leaf armor, not carrying bows and arrows, only totems hanging from their belts…

Captain!

They’re starting to approach!”

“What?”

At first, Blackbeard didn’t pay much heed; Natives without armor or bows were practically going to their doom.

But as he heard that they were approaching, the squad leader felt something was amiss.

He quickly ascended to the top of the city wall to look at the Native squad nearby.

—Indeed, the enemy only had about thirty scattered individuals, not only without any armor but practically without any clothes at all, looking almost like plucked chickens in the storm, ridiculously exposed.

Yet, strangely, each of these nearly naked Native warriors was extraordinarily tall, standing out even among Imperial People, over 1.9 meters, and their bodies were covered with black tattoos and paint, virtually obscuring their natural skin color.

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