Above The Sky
Chapter 219 - 219 208 Ironclad Shark Let's Go!

219: Chapter 208 Ironclad Shark, Let’s Go!

(1/4) 219: Chapter 208 Ironclad Shark, Let’s Go!

(1/4) Meanwhile,

Ian had already opened the cockpit of the armor suit.

Because of the Silver Chip scanning, his understanding of the armor’s design could definitely be said to be at the designer level; in fact, many times, he understood it better than the designers themselves.

That’s because there were undoubtedly many designers, and it was impossible for each one of them to personally craft every part of an armor suit and deeply understand the effects of each engraving circuit on the overall performance of the armor.

But Ian could.

The scanning by the Silver Chip was on a microscopic level.

The design it restored allowed Ian to slowly create parts by hand and assemble a makeshift armor suit, given the right conditions.

So, he easily found the armor’s emergency external manual switch and, by indirectly activating the inscription circuits, opened it from the outside.

The moment the cockpit opened, great quantities of bubbles burst forth.

Ian lifted Yisen and Master Gossay from Shasha’s back and stuffed them into the cockpit, then climbed in himself.

A purple-haired Elf lay unconscious on a seat, obviously the pilot’s seat.

Ian pulled him aside—he had planned to throw this enemy out, but on second thought, since the man wasn’t dead and could potentially provide some valuable information, Ian dumped him beside his feet to act as Master Gossay’s human cushion.

Tap tap tap—He skillfully operated the armor’s control panel, and the cockpit door that had just opened closed again.

Then, with a ‘thunk,’ the cabin, filled with seawater, began to drain.

Soon, the entire cockpit was filled with breathable gas.

“Ian, Ian…

you can pilot armor?!”

Finally able to speak normally, and not relying on the bubbles Ian had created, Yisen Gard looked at his peer, who now seemed nearly omnipotent, with a face full of astonishment.

He felt he might not be the once-in-a-century genius that his teachers and family claimed he was.

“I have always been learning about Aether Armaments—I and Elder Prude have been maintaining Viscount Grant’s Aether Armament.”

Ian did not directly answer the question; he was focusing on the metal connection lines in the cockpit that looked somewhat familiar.

He then asked thoughtfully, “These connection lines, do they plug into those cartilage tissues on top of the spine?”

Yisen Gard glanced over and confirmed, “Yes, the ‘Signal Bone’ is a natural bioelectric signal transmission structure.

Just align the data ports and plug them in, and you can perform neural synchronization operations with the armor suit.”

Indeed.

Ian nodded—when he had dissected the Ossenna, he had wondered why they had constructed such a set of cartilage tissues with built-in nerve clusters in the upper part of the spine just for stabilizing the spinal structure.

It turned out it was to directly plug the nerves into some universal data ports for equipment.

“I don’t know how,” Ian confessed succinctly.

“Please help me get connected.”

“No problem.”

Yisen Gard also knew the situation was urgent and thus didn’t indulge in idle chat.

He seemed to be a professional in this area and immediately started working to connect Ian to the signal cable.

The white-haired young man flipped back the hair at the nape of his neck, revealing pale, seemingly delicate skin.

Yisen Gard couldn’t help but be surprised, “I didn’t expect you really haven’t piloted armor before…

Once the signal cables are connected, the soft tissue and skin at the back of the neck will harden into sturdy ports with an enamel-like structure…

Eh?”

As the blond youth went to forcefully connect the cable, he hadn’t anticipated that Ian’s fair skin would be tougher than he imagined.

The solid metal port not only failed to pierce the skin and connect to the Signal Bone’s spurs, but it even got bent out of shape.

The sensation was like punching a soft, fluffy cream pudding, only to be counterpunched by an unexpected left hook from the pudding itself.

Yisen Gard, somewhat bewildered, looked at the connection cable in his hand and then at Ian’s neck, which didn’t show a single mark on the smooth skin, “Is…

is my body still not recovered, and my hands too weak?”

“Try it now.”

It hadn’t occurred to Ian that his passive defensive power could be so strong.

He actively withdrew a portion of the Origin Quality—allowing Yisen Gard to continue.

Three signal lines were connected in sequence, and the armor suit’s signals faithfully echoed back.

With cables linked at Ian’s neck, he felt a familiar sensation…

Invisible information and electricity surged through his entire body, then relayed back to a much larger form.

He gently lifted his left hand, and outside the cockpit, the metallic giant arm mirrored the movement.

“Six years…

Who would have thought it would be the armor suit that gave me back the feeling of controlling a large piece of machinery?”

At this moment, Ian opened his eyes.

Inside his iris seemed to swirl lights, a scene transmitted back by the armor’s observer—a view beyond what his two eyes could see.

His white hair flowed behind him, and the slender boy sat in the precise metal cockpit.

Three cables extended from the back of his neck deep into the armor, while the silver-green halo in Ian’s eyes grew increasingly bright.

Hum…

Humming!

The sudden sound of the engine operation startled Yisen Gard, who had been somewhat blankly observing the scene.

He heard the Element Furnace Core starting up rapidly, the energy being channeled into a resonating hum in the armor…

But how was that possible?

Could a normal person really control this massive piece of machinery like an extension of their own body on their first try, ignoring the discordance of having an extra body and that additional visual signal?

The answer was that it wasn’t his first time.

Ian was very familiar with this feeling…

the sensation of having a second, massive body.

In the deep sea, the pale blue outer armor of the Sea Battle Armor gleamed with a faint fluorescence, and above the head, a dark red line-shaped observer’s port illuminated.

It then began to move, flexing its arms and the crab-shaped propelling legs.

“If I had known it could be captured, I wouldn’t have commanded Master Gossay to paralyze its right arm.”

Sensing the damage to the armor, Ian felt a tinge of regret, but fate was unpredictable, and not even the Prophet could foresee everything: “Shasha, prepare to depart!”

“Our pursuers will be here any moment!”

Right now, without any intermediaries, Ian could directly see a massive cloud of dark purple mist rapidly chasing from afar.

It was one of the Natives’ Tide-Surge Spirits at Odell Reef, the Overlord that had ruled the Southern Sea for centuries—if it weren’t for the appearance of the Deep Sea Crystal Dragon, there wouldn’t be a single aquatic Magical Beast in the Southern Territory capable of challenging it.

Neither the original boy nor the Ironclad Shark could have escaped the clutches of this Gargantuan Eel while carrying Yisen Gard and Gossay in pursuit.

But now…

“Shasha, let’s go!”