Above The Sky
Chapter 788 - 788 30 I Announce That I Have the Bloodline of the Mountain People!_2

788: Chapter 30: I Announce That I Have the Bloodline of the Mountain People!_2 788: Chapter 30: I Announce That I Have the Bloodline of the Mountain People!_2 Nemo turned his head and stared coldly at the head of the Fiery Flame Land Intelligence Department, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

The golden-haired head of the department wiped sweat from his brow and spoke softly, “The beam weapon briefly surfaced at the Imperial Capital’s new generation Armor Suit exhibition, named ‘Prism Weapon,’ officially known as the ‘Prometheus Lens’…

We do not know the origin of this name, but it is likely a new type of weapon independently developed by the young lord.”

“As for the electric weapon, it is somewhat similar to the Steep Ridge Fortress Sky Armor’s ‘Flashthunder System,’ but the Flashthunder System is a zero-gravity electromagnetic suspension flight system, not at all like this crude electric current attack system.

We still believe it is a brand new weapon independently developed by the target, Ian.”

“Did you use the investigation funds for whoring, or did you gamble away your brain?”

Nemo looked at the intelligence officer with the eyes one would use for an idiot and growled, “A single person—an Alchemy Genius—developed armor and two sets of defensive and offensive systems—and the individual is even at the Second Energy Level!

Sixteen years old!”

“Do you think he’s Grand Artisan Friedrich?” Nemo had already raised his sword.

“We trust the reliability of our spies’ intelligence…” Watching the sword, the intelligence officer struggled to explain, “But it’s also possible that the technology belongs to the Ellen Family or Michael Setar—Ian’s been close with them, but we cannot be certain…

Ah!!!”

“Do not insult my intelligence with such nonsensical talk in the future!”

Since the intelligence officer was from Fiery Flame Land, Nemo simply beat him severely with the scabbard of his sword.

“Huff…”

Finally calming down, the captain, now sitting behind his desk, frowned and stared at a photo of Ian.

In the picture, the white-haired lord stood at the center of a plaza, floating mid-air, delivering a speech to the residents of Leyan Territory.

The scene was fervently enthusiastic, and as the spies reported, his speech was highly provocative.

Even he didn’t understand why he started cheering along, as if under some sort of Spirit Energy influence.

“The feeling was just…

joyful.

Whatever he said, I felt happy about it, overjoyed.” These were the exact words of the spy, “Even…

a stirring feeling?”

“It was probably just beguiled by that face, occasionally the Fairy Bloodline will provoke such a reaction, inexplicably making someone liked.” That was Nemo’s assessment, aware of the special aspects of the Fairy Bloodline—an attraction rooted in the soul, “Now it’s impossible to incite the Mountain People within Leyan Territory to oppose this lord.

With his victory, he has won the heart of the populace.”

“With the amount of our weapons and equipment confiscated, it would only take a month for Leyan Territory to muster nearly a thousand fully armed militia.”

“By next summer, we will not have the strength to launch an attack on Leyan Territory.

Things are not looking good within The Alliance; meetings are constantly being held in Nemasases, unknown what is happening.

The promised aerial support hasn’t come through.”

“Contraction is our only recourse.”

He could only issue this helpless command, “Hold the gorge, ensure the stability of Midra Autonomous Region.

Also, cease all combat plans and stabilize the situation with the Mountain People now that Ronggang Tribe and Jiamu Sect have returned from the Dragon Worship Cult.”

Nemo was beginning to suspect a traitor amongst the Mountain People—Ian’s actions and counterstrikes clearly anticipated the Mountain Tribes’ movements, as though guiding troops from a high vantage point.

Someone had leaked the information.

The deceased couldn’t be the traitor, which meant among those who survived, whether part of large tribes like Ronggang or Jiamu, or the smaller ones, careful screening was necessary.

Until they found the traitor, it was better for the Mountain People to refrain from participating in combat plans to avoid leaking intelligence.

“Furthermore,”

Nemo looked towards the head of the intelligence department, and the captain with gray eyes made a throat-slitting gesture, “at all costs, understand?

He is too young.

In five years, we won’t be able to deal with him anymore.”

“Understood.” It was an opportunity to redeem themselves, and the person in charge solemnly bowed in response.

Then, Nemo turned to the emissary of the Mountain People.

“Your Excellency.”

Even with one ear lost, the emissary still spoke with neither servility nor overbearing pride, “In fact, the situation is not as bad as you think—our chieftain is close to advancing to the Third Power Level.

By then, the observing Mountain Tribes will join us of their own accord…

In reality, it is precisely because Ian’s side, as pure Imperial People, has occupied the Holy Ground of Dazzling Lake that there have already been many dissatisfied voices among the Mountain People.”

“This is an opportunity that can be exploited.

The Empire does not have the capacity to negotiate a second Baron Leyan with the Mountain Tribes…

As long as Fiery Flame Land is willing to offer support, I believe many more tribes of the Mountain People will be willing to join the flag of rebellion against The Empire.”

“Of course, we are willing to support.”

Nemo’s tone calmed down at this moment as he spoke evenly, “But in reality, you already have quite a lot.

A production chain for Elemental Crystals, two processing workshops, and a military equipment production line with an investment of over thirty thousand Ori (the currency of Fiery Flame Land, approximately twenty thousand Talle).

Of course, this is not much for us; we have even more.”

“But—you can’t handle more.”

“Make some moves.” He said, “Whether it’s getting research material about the Dragon God’s Holy Ground from the Dragon Worship Cult, or finding the ancient texts you’ve hidden away who knows where—we need an excuse to be able to help you.”

At that moment, a knock on the door was heard, and Nemo signaled for the person to come in with a slap on the table.

A soldier from Fiery Flame Land handed him a document.

As Nemo reviewed the document, his brow furrowed at first, but then he began to laugh—it was a laugh of disbelief coming from the special warfare director of South Ridge of Fiery Flame Land.

“Excellent.

Very good—although Mr.

Ian is only half your age, if not a third, his intelligence is at least three times greater than yours.”

Nemo slammed the report on the table, gritting his teeth as he gestured for the intelligence head and the emissary of the Mountain People to pick it up and have a look: “See how long it took him to realize what the Mountain People really care about!”

The Mountain People’s emissary, confused, picked up the document first.

He read a few lines, then with eyes wide open exclaimed in disbelief, “Impossible—how can he say that?!”

The intelligence head walked over with a puzzled look to see the document in the hands of the emissary.

And he, too, was bewildered.

Because the intelligence written on it was simple.

[The temporary Lord of Leyan, Ian, claims to have Mountain People Bloodline, identifying himself as the legitimate heir of the Dragon God.

Tiechen, Sheyan, and Zhenzhou Tribes were struck by heavenly thunder as punishment for angering the Dragonization successor.]

[This claim is supported by the Dragonization Organ, and the most ancient Priest Tribe of the Mountain People, the Avode (Beloved by the Dragon God) Sect, has also provided proof, confirming this point.]