Above The Sky
Chapter 675 - 675 614 Help I'm going to be killed 5000 first update_2

675: Chapter 614 Help, I’m going to be killed (5000, first update)_2 675: Chapter 614 Help, I’m going to be killed (5000, first update)_2 In short, it’s easy to fall off the horse.

It’s too targeted.

Ian thought angrily.

Can this world not be healed?

Can even prophets not avoid falling off their horses?

Moreover, the most important point is…

—Is it to let the Frost Butterfly get hurt?

If it could be avoided, Ian naturally wouldn’t want the Frost Butterfly to get hurt…

but the problem is, given the current situation, the likely development would be the Floating Stone Aircraft being shot down by the Tianhong King, with most pilots severely injured, barely alive under the protection of the aircraft and his own tough Inheritance.

The two Fairy Misses protect themselves and the Frost Butterfly, he’s fine, while it is very likely that the Frost Butterfly would suffer very serious injuries, might not be on the brink of death…

but overall, these are results under the guise of deception.

If it were just him, Ian wouldn’t mind disguising himself as severely injured upon returning to the Imperial Capital, conveniently avoiding the upcoming disputes between Michael and The Empire’s internal Noble forces, as well as the unrest stirred up by the Duke of Solin, among a series of troubles.

By then, having taken the credit for the achievements in the Avak Domain and published a few papers, he would just get a high-level title from the Alchemy Association and return to South Ridge to be his own Lord, wouldn’t that be delightful?

But if it meant that the Frost Butterfly also had to suffer serious injuries… it seemed somewhat inhumane.

However, Ian would not be troubled by these matters.

Because he was a Prophet, when he went out to buy bread, he had five contingency plans.jpg

“It feels like a good opportunity—originally intended to do it under the noses of Tres and the others depending on the situation, but now, perhaps the timing is even better?”

Even though Ian could already see a bolt of lightning spreading towards the aircraft he was on, he instead revealed a smile, but what he said didn’t match his expression, “The attack is coming!

Prepare to resist the impact!”

And indeed, the attack came.

A blinding bolt of lightning arrived in an instant, striking the Floating Stone Aircraft and piercing through it.

Although the aircraft itself was equipped with a shield and defense layers, the power of the Fourth Energy Level caused all those defensive measures to collapse—the delicate saucer-shaped aircraft’s surface rapidly disintegrated, scattering, collapsing into countless tiny pieces like a smashed Lego toy.

This was not a sign of poor quality, but rather the aircraft absorbing all the main impacts, self-dismantling as a method to dissipate the force of the attack, to protect the crew inside.

After the surface disintegrated, the next thing to collapse was the inner layer.

The pilot’s voice could no longer be heard, most likely protected and ejected towards the ground by the isolation chamber, while the Fairy Misses had supported a ring of shields just now, Hua’an had propped up a layer of silver crystal lattice shield, and Mo Feng waved his hand, causing the surrounding winds to blur the edges of the shield, forming a layer of Storm Armor that deflected all attacks.

But this was not enough.

It was far from enough, at best dissolving the damage from the first impact.

“Ian, be careful!

Protect yourself and the Frost Butterfly!”

Hua’an’s voice rang out, thick with obvious anxiety—clearly, the Fairy Miss even knew her own shield might not withstand the aftermath of the Tianhong King’s attack, and although she herself was Fae and could take a hit without fatal threat due to her physical resilience, Ian and the Frost Butterfly didn’t have her and Mo Feng’s toughness.

Facing such an emergency, she couldn’t support a more solid shield.

The thought of Ian and the Frost Butterfly possibly being seriously injured caused Hua’an extreme worry… and even fear.

But then.

At this moment.

Whether it was Hua’an, Mo Feng, or the pilots of the Floating Stone Aircraft, they all felt an extremely intense chill.

This chill originated from a potion Ian took out in his hand, a potion giving off a Fae scent—freedom, joy, unrestrained yet with a briskness, even if it was ice-cold, it brought a sense of frolicking in a snowball fight.

That was the scent of Fae.

Without any hesitation or giving anyone time to think further, Ian drank the potion.

“A Second Energy Level Fairy Potion?!”

Hua’an’s eyes widened, and she exclaimed incredulously, while others didn’t have time to ponder further as the attack was already upon them.

First came a violent impact.

In a terrifying tremor and a blaze of high-temperature sparks, the engine exploded, and the entire Floating Stone Aircraft disintegrated in the shock.

Then, after a brief but indeterminate time, during which even the best pilot would feel nauseous and dizzy from the shaking, they were met with extreme heat and impact.

The shield created by Hua’an and Mo Feng shattered after about a second, as if smashed by a hammer, and the group was hurled out among the fragments of the Floating Stone Aircraft, scattered in different directions, and then began to fall.

During this process, Ian forcefully bit through his own tongue—it was quite forcible indeed—he first withdrew the Origin Quality protecting his tongue, enhanced his teeth, bit down hard to create the wound, and then controlled the blood to spray out—he spat out a mouthful of blood, then unfolded behind him wings that were close to materialization but not yet fully at the Second Energy Level, the Fairy Wings.

Buzz!

A deep resonance vibrated the atmosphere, giving off a slow hum, and all the debris from the Floating Stone Aircraft felt a chill, easing the burning and falling momentum.

But it didn’t relieve much, the lightning still flashed swiftly, penetrating all defenses.

Ian was struck by lightning—well, he really was hit by lightning—the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly controlling the energy to protect the Frost Butterfly in his arms.

The Frost Butterfly looked bewildered, unlike the others, she had long known Ian’s true strength, and had also fought in sync with him numerous times.