Above The Sky
Chapter 769 - 769 22 Can Terra's Prophet Also Predict the Apocalypse_2

769: Chapter 22 Can Terra’s Prophet Also Predict the Apocalypse?_2 769: Chapter 22 Can Terra’s Prophet Also Predict the Apocalypse?_2 The leaden sky was oppressively gloomy, its weighty darkness spread across the heavens.

The faint rumble that came from the clouds inspired him.

“The lay of the land is no good… but the timing might be.”

The youth muttered to himself, “Lucky for us that South Ridge is often cloudy and rainy—there’s still room to maneuver.”

Ian suddenly smiled, “Not bad.

Time is on my side!”

—It seemed that he, the Prophet, was due for a bona fide divine revelation!

Green Tide didn’t understand what Ian was talking about, but he could tell that Ian had come up with a solution—this was how the other was, be it in the South Sea Great Labyrinth or at other times, he always found a way to resolve crises.

After a bit more reconnaissance, they were able to confirm through tribal insignias, racial distinctions, and behavior patterns that the Tiechen Tribe, Sheyan Tribe, and Zhenzhou Tribe had come to this place.

All were renowned large tribes among the Highlanders, said to possess parts of the Highlanders’ ancient inheritances.

Their supplies were transported via a hidden trail from the foot of the mountain—a covert route, but not covert enough to escape Ian, who had the Silver Chip and Foresight View.

Once they had collected all the information, the two returned to Leyan City.

Even with a Sublimator’s speed, it was deep into the night of the following day by the time they returned, but Scott and Adalbert were awaiting them—and even Ambur, the bald craftsman, was there, excitedly.

“What’s going on?”

Everyone else was one thing, but for Ambur to stay up in the middle of the night waiting for him, Ian felt he…

Did indeed have such a charm.

Clearly, though, now was not the time to leverage that charm.

“Sir!”

Ambur came over excitedly, pointing in Adalbert’s direction, “This Mr.

Gu Ying, from where exactly is he such a master?!”

“He just spent an afternoon and solved the issue of the high-energy crop cultivation base that has puzzled our Alchemy Workshop for two years!”

“Ah?”

Ian genuinely hadn’t expected such good news—he turned his head to look at Adalbert, the Deceased Monarch disguised as one of the White Folks with his white hair and skin, who timidly scratched his cheek, “Happened to have encountered a similar issue before, so I attempted an answer…”

“And Mr.

Ambur is intelligent!” He emphasized, “Of all the people I’ve met, Mr.

Ambur is definitely one of the most eager to learn, with a fast comprehension!”

“I’m not surprised by that.” Ian glanced at Ambur, whose complete lack of political savvy and technologically wired brain still landed him the position of the workshop director, proving his technical excellence.

The technical difficulty of cultivating high-energy crops had clearly troubled Ambur for a long time.

Now that Adalbert had just arrived and solved it, Ambur felt not a hint of jealousy but only joyful excitement, with gratitude for having learned something—such a mentality was rare.

Ian turned his head back to Adalbert, “What puzzles me, Mr.

Gu Ying, is that this isn’t your field of study, right?”

“A little, a little.”

Adalbert modestly replied.

He did know a bit because his main work involved Bio-Alchemy and Spirit Energy Alchemy, but since his projects were related to so many things, currently, in the backwaters of Leyan Territory, he could entirely play the part of a universal genius.

Ambur reported to Ian the latest progress on the Magnetic Storm Armor: the armor was now ready for actual combat, and its cooperative function with the Magnetic Storm Coil had been initially completed with Electric Blue’s assistance.

After finishing this report, the bald technician joyously went back to the workshop to continue working.

Ian had an idea why the other was bald.

For the Terra People, who theoretically shouldn’t lose hair due to male hormones, being naturally bald certainly had a reason.

After Ambur left, Ian’s team held a small meeting.

“Only three tribes have come.

The military forces of the other two tribes must be with Elder Mantle.

Of course, there are more than just five tribes among the Rebel Highlanders; the forces coming our way are also a major contingent.”

Ian spread out the map and pointed in the direction of Leyan Territory and Yasteel Mountain, “The Rebel Highlanders cannot afford to concentrate all their forces to attack us.

This advancement of the Armor Troop is probably their most vigorous first wave, and the only one at that.

If we can hold them off and eliminate their manpower, then come next spring, the Rebel Highlanders will no longer have the strength to attack us again.”

“Sir.”

Scott was very serious; his brow deeply furrowed as he looked at the map and the intelligence reports, “Based on the intel you’ve gathered, the Highlanders have brought over a thousand soldiers this time, three Armor Suits, and more than three hundred elite mountain hunters… As for us, including the White Folks Guard Squad, the mercenaries I’ve brought, and those sent from Nauman City, we have just over a hundred and ten people in total.”

“And we only have one Armor Suit.”

“The enemy’s numbers are more than ten times ours, and in terms of military strength and equipment, they’re not even on the same level.

Even if we were to successfully hold Leyan City… it would likely be a pyrrhic victory.” He concluded thus, sounding almost like a defeatist strategist, nearly uttering the decisive words ‘We are sure to lose!’

“Indeed, our military force is at a tremendous disadvantage.”

Ian did not contradict, for what Scott said was the truth—but at that moment, he looked out the window, where he could see the Magnetic Storm Coil far to the north of the city.

The youth smiled, “But not necessarily in terms of equipment.

Especially not the Armor Suits.

My Cyclops Giant, with the aid of city defense facilities, can handle three Ordinary Fifth Generation Armor Suits alone.”