Above The Sky
Chapter 310 - 310 292 This is My Escape Route!

310: Chapter 292 This is My Escape Route!

(2/3) 310: Chapter 292 This is My Escape Route!

(2/3) Boom——Swoosh——!!!

A pale cyan light streaked across the sky, tracing a straight line through the atmosphere at several times the speed of sound, leaving a vacuum corridor amidst the crystal mist and hurtling towards Pat’s location.

“What…”

But after all, Patrick was a Second Energy Level Electrokinesis Ascender, and he detected the special Alchemic Cannonball coming at him from behind, one that he was very acquainted with—it was one of the elite cannonballs used to ambush Master Gossay!

What goes around, comes around; now, the cannonball was used on his own head.

He turned his head and saw at the other end of the rift, above, Master Gossay pulling out a port from his own abdomen, linking it to the Alchemy Cannon.

Just as Ian had thought, the old man’s chest and abdomen were no longer made of normal flesh and blood but were metal mechanisms transformed through Bio-Alchemy.

It was these mechanisms that left him almost defenseless against Pat’s surprise lightning attack, yet it was also this internal Alchemy Furnace Core that allowed him to create a large volume of Alchemical Potions when he was on the verge of losing his Sublimation Power.

And just like now, for an Alchemy module to accelerate and charge, in a mere instant, he fired this swift-as-lightning shot!

The golden-haired Noble wanted to dodge and use the lightning mist swirling around him to deflect the cannonball.

With his speed and strength, he could indeed do it.

And it was precisely because of that, he got distracted during his fight with Ian.

Opportunity.

Pale golden light shone, Ian’s eyes flitting with a water-colored halo; he picked the right moment, stabbing his sword straight toward Pat’s heart.

The man realized his lapse and hastily raised his sword to block, but after a clang of a huge sound, both their swords were flung aside, and Ian took advantage of the momentum to press in close.

In a real close-quarters fight, Patrick was confident as well.

But certainly not under these dire circumstances.

Moreover, Ian’s move wasn’t a close-up punch but a leap forward, firmly embracing the golden-haired Noble, pinning him in place.

—What are you doing?!

Now, Pat had only one thought in his mind—pure incredulity and bewilderment.

It wasn’t just him; even Master Gossay and Yisen Gard on the other side widened their eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

—Did Ian have a death wish, wanting both men to be penetrated by this clearly defined Alchemy Cannonball?!

If Ian had known, he would certainly have laughed at Patrick finally understanding how he felt when he saw the other man, equipped with Aether Armament, recklessly attacking Master Gossay on the Southern Sea.

Such actions were unpredictable and shockingly incomprehensible to both enemies and friends.

But he was a Sand Armor Apprentice, not some fragile skinned inheritance that could be killed by a cannonball.

“I have a teammate, what do you have!”

As he spoke mockingly, although his teammate was too shocked by Ian’s actions to utter a word, in that instant, the cyan Alchemy Cannonball indeed shattered Patrick’s hastily constructed lightning shield, as if it were passing through a layer of jelly.

The cannonball whizzed through the air, semi-transparent ripples disturbing the sky, grinding all the fluorescent crystals in the vicinity to dust, while the cannonball itself plowed a long, deep trench in the ground, the fierce friction igniting blinding sparks, and it hit Pat right in the abdomen firmly.

Boom!

No one could see clearly what happened, for the Alchemy Cannonball exploded.

And just like that, Pat and Ian were swept up in the rapidly expanding blast dust cloud, amidst the scattering flesh and blood debris, like meteorites thrown backwards, heavily towards…

Strike toward the direction of the Worm Nest!

—This is Ian’s chosen path forward!

“Ow!”

While he said that, the only thought in Ian’s mind when he was hit by the Alchemic Cannonball was pain.

Of course, there were also feelings of ‘nausea,’ ‘dizziness,’ ‘numbness,’ ‘urge to vomit,’ and ‘body falling apart,’ but these were merely additional freebies.

The real sensation that instantly spread throughout his body stemmed from a bone-piercing, soul-cleaving pain that radiated from his chest and gut all the way to his crown.

Pain!

Such immense pain!

However, the very ability to feel pain indicated that Ian’s body was exceptionally resilient… Normally, when faced with severe injuries, the human body cannot transmit ‘pain’ because it would be destroyed outright, requiring a considerable amount of time to recover from the remaining parts of the physique.

To feel pain meant that the injury was still bearable.

It meant he could still grit his teeth and endure.

Unlike Ian, who could still distract himself by contemplating whether or not the pain was bearable, Patrick probably had no such thoughts.

This was because the spine in his back, where he had been hit, was completely shattered by the specially made Alchemic Cannonball, and the circulation of his Origin Quality had come to an abrupt halt, evidently knocking him unconscious.

Boom!

In the mere blink of a thought, Ian and Patrick, who was left with only half a body, were blasted into the Worm Nest by the cannonball.

With a rushing sound, a large hole appeared suddenly in the vast nest, and web-like cracks radiated from the hole’s center.

In a way, regardless of whether the cannonball could defeat or kill Patrick, it carried both men toward the Worm Nest…

From this perspective, Ian never believed he could lose.

Witnessing this scene, the Brain-Devouring Matriarch, although severely wounded by the Aether Crystal Dragon, was still alternating between silver-blue and fluorescent green waves of light, flickering at an extremely high rate.

Although there was no sound, it was clear that it was roaring in rage.

But it could never return to the vicinity of its own nest, as neither the Aether Crystal Dragon nor Bishop White Mist would allow it.

“…

Lucky it didn’t hit the spine.”

Struggling to stand from the collapsed part of the Worm Nest, Ian, leaning on his sword, knew that once again, his life was saved by the Dragon Skin Vest gifted by Teacher Hiliad.

This Dragon Skin Vest was soft, smooth, and extremely tough.

Although he did not know of any special effects, so far, Ian had not seen any attack that could completely penetrate it.

If it could not be penetrated, the force would be transmitted throughout the body.

Ian’s body, which was exceptionally sturdy, along with Patrick’s full-force attempt to block, was why he wasn’t taken away by that Alchemic Cannonball as well.

“It’s quite the sorry sight.”

Lifting his head, the young man saw Patrick’s broken body not far away.

The latter’s chest and gut were disrupted, and his lower half was nowhere to be found, the entire unconscious form mingled within the nest’s crystal shell and some organic matter.

Already crushed once by Viscount Grant before entering the ruins, wounded by Ian at the Sacrificial Ground, and even drained by Bishop White Mist, the middle-aged noble was now half-dead from being thoroughly battered by the cannonballs fired by Master Gossay and Yisen Gard.

But in the end, he had not truly died.

Which made him the perfect subject for testing Foresight View.