Above The Sky
Chapter 707 - 707 616 It's Time to Rub Armor Suit with Empty Hands!

707: Chapter 616: It’s Time to Rub Armor Suit with Empty Hands!

(5600, First Update)_2 707: Chapter 616: It’s Time to Rub Armor Suit with Empty Hands!

(5600, First Update)_2 And the Fae, including Hua’an Mo Feng, Frost Butterfly, and an emissary from the Land of Bliss Township, too, came to visit Ian.

The latter seemed to see that Ian was not seriously hurt, recovering quite well, and even comforted the Fae people, making everyone’s faces look much better.

Aside from them, the two masters from the Alchemy Field and their disciples, together with Master Gossay, also came to see Ian’s condition.

They noticed that although Ian’s Origin Quality was a bit disordered, his structure was quite stable.

Besides feeling impressed by how solidly Ian had built his foundation, they also were surprised at when Master Gossay’s healing skills had become so good.

When discussing with old friends, Master Gossay glanced at Ian, who was supposedly resting in sleep, and the young man inwardly apologized profusely.

Even Tres, after getting done with the mess in Avak Domain, came to visit Ian with a feeling of guilt.

This guy thought that it was because he had been conscripted that led to Ian and his group returning to the Imperial Capital early and being affected by the Tianhong King’s attack.

If he had stayed in Azure City and acted together…

“By that time, a lot of people would have died.”

Listening to Tres’ mutterings by the window, Ian couldn’t help but ridicule inwardly: “Pretending to protect Frost Butterfly is one thing, but how could I possibly have protected so many people in your squad?

Do you really want to burden me with a debt of lives?”

However, that being said, if Tres and his group had been there, it would have been a different plan.

And Tres, that guy…

he really was first-rate at saving his own skin!

He and Deputy Commander Frostmark were pursuing the Mountain-Bearing Tortoise when they were also hit by the remnants of Tianhong King’s attack.

With the protection of this Fourth Level powerhouse, Tres didn’t suffer a scratch from beginning to end, aside from being fatigued, and even earned himself quite a bit of merit.

If Ian weren’t a Prophet himself, he might have doubted the good fortune of this lucky fellow, Tres.

Besides these people he interacted with more regularly, Michael, a figure of great importance, also took time out of his busy schedule to visit Ian.

The Prince didn’t say it, but it was apparent that he felt responsible for Ian’s injury—after all, Tianhong King was his adversary, and the latter had launched a sudden strike after backing off, an act extremely devoid of martial virtues and morality, which was very hard to guard against.

This was also where Michael’s naivety showed.

He believed the Avak incident was a minor conflict between Terra Nations, while Fiery Flame Land, having lost the Dead River Armament, had resolved to use it as a pre-war propaganda campaign to boost morale.

The determination of the two sides wasn’t on the same level, but fortunately, Michael also quickly reacted to it, confronting Fiery Flame Land head-on, and even turning the tables—um, it can’t be said that the attacker was playing the victim first, because both sides were culpable; it’s just that striking first proved to be the stronger move.

Fortunately, this time there were basically no fatalities.

Tianhong King’s goal was to destroy the Avak laboratory, preventing The Empire and Duke Sorin from obtaining the research results, not to annihilate the living forces in this area.

Of course, the latter was essentially the same as starting a full-scale war with The Empire right now, and Tianhong King wasn’t that foolish.

Besides these people, there were some others who knew Ian.

But these either didn’t know that Ian was an Inspector Knight and had participated in the Avak operation, or they weren’t close enough to hear about Ian’s current injury, so they didn’t visit.

After all, in today’s Imperial Capital, there are too many big news items.

Ian picked up a stack of newspapers from beside his pillow.

Just in this half a week, The Empire and Fiery Flame Land had been bombarding each other with threats, smears, and rumors at the pace of four full-frequency broadcasts a day, providing daily entertainment and explosive headlines.

Slogans like “Even if all the people in Duke Sorin’s Domain die, we will not retreat half a step!” and “Even if the Nemasases/Abassalom Alliance collapses, we must continue to fight!” were appearing several times each day, causing the people of the Terra Nations no end of amusement.

The propaganda battle between the two parties was clearly not meant to persuade each other, but to steer the mood of their citizens and strengthen their views.

The bordering war zones were on high alert, with Sky Armors from both sides rubbing against and colliding with each other in their respective airspaces every day.

Although no shots had been fired, close-combat skirmishes had already occurred more than a dozen times, with casualties on both sides and many combat heroes being celebrated.

Of course, all this was just the surface.

Through Master Gossay’s channels, Ian acutely sensed that the food prices in South Ridge were rapidly rising—although Fiery Flame Land’s biological warfare had been contained, food affected by it wouldn’t grow back so quickly.

The situation in the Western Territory was certainly worse, but as the main war zone, supported by the resources from the entire Central Great Plains, at least no one was going to starve to death.

Similarly, the situation on Fiery Flame Land’s side was essentially the same.

Despite Fiery Flame Land’s apparent role as some ultimate villain or arch-nemesis, in reality, to them, The Empire engaging in biological and spy warfare was equally the epitome of humanity’s evils—an ultimate villain, and they too were heavily afflicted by the harms.

The entire southwestern part of the Terra Continent was tense, and the trade route slowdown that Viscount Grant worried about years ago had now occurred.

His conjectures back then weren’t wrong; it’s just that as a frontier noble, he couldn’t grasp the most core intelligence and naturally could not come up with the correct answers and timing.

However, for the citizens of the Imperial Capital, even though war loomed close, it did not hinder their continued revelry and celebration.