Above The Sky
Chapter 217 - 217 206 Getting the Sea Battle Armor Suit 23

217: Chapter 206 Getting the Sea Battle Armor Suit (2/3) 217: Chapter 206 Getting the Sea Battle Armor Suit (2/3) The seawater in the storm was not icy cold, in fact, it carried a hint of warmth.

The labyrinth aberration caused by the ‘Deep Sea Crystal Dragon’ brought about more than just abnormal weather; it also caused disturbances throughout the entire sea area, even affecting the South Sea Relic Cluster.

After entering the sea with Yisen Gard, Ian didn’t hesitate to activate the power of the Fairy Wings, forming a bubble of air around them to ensure that the other could breathe.

Simultaneously, he also activated the grey ring on his right hand—the Silent Voice Ring—to envelop both of them, completely blocking out all sounds from Ian and Yisen.

At this moment, the heart of the white-haired youth seemed to be sinking into the deep sea.

“He actually took action himself—miscalculation.

I didn’t expect this guy would stop pretending?”

Filled with confusion, Ian found it very hard to understand Patrick’s line of thought, “Killing Yisen, or rather, stripping Yisen of the Ayrin successor status…

is it really that important?

From the perspective of interests, he would never do this.”

The flaw of Foresight View lies here.

Ian could see future trends, those trends change in real-time, even shifting with his thoughts and the direction he wished to ‘see’; it was an extremely intelligent and immediate prophetic ability.

However, the ability of a Prophet couldn’t be flawless.

Since Ian’s foresight had reached its peak in other aspects, a ‘lack of content’ was inevitable.

He could not possibly know what exactly led to a ‘bad’ situation.

Or rather, with various lethal crises converging, Ian couldn’t ensure, until the final moment, that he could see through every conspiracy.

Just like before, Ian had always believed that it was the fight with the Armor Suit, the bombardment of the Pirate Fleet, and the potential crossfire from the Natives that led to the emergence of the crimson fog—this indeed was the case.

Had he and Gossay not coordinated well, there would’ve been no need for Patrick to act; one Armor Suit would have thrown them into disorder, even defeating them.

In that case, Patrick would not have needed to expose himself and assault Master Gossay, especially since it would provoke the irate Marquis Ayrin to annihilate him.

Yes.

Patrick was doomed to die—he was bound to be discovered for taking action this time, because Viscount Grant had already set out with the Aether Armament, and the opponent was not a simpleton; a look at the Origin Substance Reaction would reveal who was responsible.

And Ian did not believe that Patrick could defeat Viscount Grant.

Perhaps, Patrick, unarmored, could not even defeat Master Gossay at his full strength in a head-on fight, which is why he could only ambush the older man when he least expected it.

Thus, his death was certain whether Viscount would slay him, the furious Marquis Ayrin would put him to death after extracting information about other traitors, or Emperor Aksel, hearing of his grandson’s harm, would pronounce his death sentence—the result was the same.

He was trading his life for Yisen’s life… And no matter how you thought about it, this exchange was absolutely unfavorable.

“Yisen, what exactly is the Ellen Family’s inherited bloodline?

And what is that black biological carapace armor?”

The Source Quality Fluctuation vibrated, and soon, the Big Shark hurried over—Ian lay on Shasha’s back, with one hand still clutching the somewhat dazed blond youth.

Fortunately, the other party had not cultivated a substance organ like Iron Bone; he wasn’t very heavy and wouldn’t slow down Shasha’s speed.

Taking advantage of Shasha’s increased swimming speed to escape potential pursuers, Ian guided the direction while asking Yisen Gard with curiosity, “Don’t panic, Master Gossay is probably not dead yet, I’m having Shasha look for him—and I advise you to tell me what’s so special about you that your uncle would go to such lengths, even willing to trade his life for yours.”

“…The Ellen Family’s inheritable bloodline is called ‘Celestial Huntsman’… or, ‘Eclipsing Light Refining Dragon’…”

Not having lost the ability to speak despite the overwhelming shock, although Yisen’s voice was still trembling, he responded to Ian’s inquiry with a dazed tone, “It’s a higher-tier, multi-attribute Bloodline Inheritance, capable of controlling fire, lightning, and fierce winds, and is one of the most suitable bloodlines for Alchemists…”

“As for the black carapace… It’s a clone of the family’s Aether Armament ‘Dark Brilliance.’ It is the pinnacle of the Ellen Family’s Bio-Alchemy, able to split into four clones apart from the main body, given to four Elders besides the family head, to exert combat power almost on par with Aether Armaments…”

“As for what’s so special about me…”

At this point, Yisen fell into a somewhat dazed silence, but Ian did not have time to press for answers anymore.

“Your Ellen Family’s Aether Armament is a grafted suit?!” he exclaimed in amazement, “Unbelievable!

The wondrous artifacts on the Terra Continent truly know no bounds, not only Aether Armaments but even separable grafted suits have been developed!”

“Could there be biomechanical cooperative armaments?

Or a Sublimator who has transformed into an Aether Armament?

Even more exaggerated…”

—Could there be Aether Armaments with their own will and intelligence, biological weapons?

As Ian pondered, he didn’t pause for a moment, having long been ready to flee—if a Prophet were truly determined to escape, his plans would be unimaginably meticulous.

Patrick’s frenzied attack wasn’t entirely unexpected, but the young man was indeed prepared.

However, just as the Ironclad Shark sped along with the two of them, Patrick, hovering in the sky, did not continue the pursuit.

He didn’t even destroy the Reverence Light drifting on the sea’s surface; instead, he lifted his head to look toward the distant horizon on the other side of the sky.

There, azure streamers of light swept across the sky, piercing through the clouds like a sharp cold edge, scattering thunder and torrential rain, descending upon this marine region.

The light blue steel giant and the flowing dark armor stood opposite each other across the sky and lightning, standing off from afar.

“…Why?”

The muffled voice emitted from the Aether Armament, Conquest Ripple, suppressed emotion, and forcibly maintained a calm tone of voice filled with perplexed confusion: “Pat…

why?”

“…”

The man enveloped in the dim biological armor suit silently raised his hand, holding the pale white Mithril Longsword in his palm—in the next instant, blue-white lightning, using the Mithril as its core, condensed into an almost materialized sword of light.

He lifted the sword, pointed it at his opponent and friend of many years.

This served as his final response.

“I understand,” said Viscount Grant, taking a deep breath, but he conversely began to laugh, the scales of the Aether Armament seeming to pulsate with life, expelling dense white mist: “Pat, I can only tell you one thing,”

“In other respects, I can’t guarantee anything, but you’ve never beaten me in a fight…”

So saying, he raised the Crystal Sword in his hands, pointing the twin blades at himself and his friend.

“Never.”

The sky was overcast with dark and heavy clouds that seemed to merge into one, indistinguishable from each other, dense like a web of lightning that kept churning in the nearby sea, twisting into eddies.

Strange Crystal Dragons were undergoing the most critical, and indeed the most important, transformation of their lives; the ancient totem Sacrificial Rite, Soaring Surge, traversed from the sea of reefs to this place; the Beast Priest, maneuvering the body of the Crocodragon, was prowling the deep sea, seeking its true target; and the two young men traveling with the Ironclad Shark were also scouring the deep sea for the most crucial element to break the deadlock.

“Ha.”

As water waves swept past him like flying, Ian found his target—an elder who had sunk deep into the sea due to the heavy machinery and alchemy gear on him, seriously injured.

And an unextinguished Sea Battle Armor Suit.

And just at that moment, at the heavens above, the Eclipsing Light Dragon that controlled wind, fire, and lightning locked gazes across the divide with the master of the ocean abyss, with surging wind, lightning, and mist interweaving on the spot.

One was silent and still as the polar ice, the other blazing with the fiery rage that seemed to set the sea aflame.

The great battle was on the verge of eruption.