Above The Sky

at the same time.

Ian has opened the armored cockpit.

Because of the scanning of the silver chip, he can be said to have a designer-level understanding of the design of the armor, and even many designers do not understand it, because there must be many designers, and it is impossible for every designer to rub it with his own hands. Get out each armored part, and deeply understand the effect of each inscription circuit on the armoring as a whole.

And Ian can.

The scanning of the silver chip is at the microscopic level, and it restores the design drawing, which allows Ian to rub the parts by hand bit by bit to form a monkey version of the armor when conditions permit.

Therefore, he easily found the armored emergency external manual switch, and by indirectly triggering the inscription circuit, turned it on from the outside,

When the cockpit was opened, a large amount of air bubbles were expelled from it. Ian lifted Yisen and Master Gesai from the back of the shark, stuffed them into the cockpit, and sat directly in it.

A fainted purple-haired elf was in shock in the seat, and he didn't even have to think about it. It was the driver's seat. Ian pulled him away - he planned to throw the enemy directly, but after thinking about it, he was not dead after all. As much as it can provide some intelligence value, he threw it next to his feet and used it as a human flesh cushion for Master Gesai.

Da Da Da - He skillfully manipulated the armored control panel, and the cockpit door that was opened immediately closed again, and then with a 'bang' sound, the cabin filled with seawater began to drain and emptied.

Soon the entire cockpit was filled with breathable gas.

"I, Ian...you can manipulate the armor?!"

Finally able to speak normally, instead of relying on the blisters made by Ian, Isengard looked at his peers who were now almost omnipotent in his eyes with a look of astonishment. He felt that he might not be what his teachers and relatives and friends said. , what a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years.

"I've been learning about ether weapons - Viscount Grant's ether weapons are repaired by me and Elder Pude."

Ian didn't answer the question directly, he was paying attention to the familiarly shaped metal connecting wires in the armored cockpit, and then asked thoughtfully: "These connecting wires are inserted into the cartilage tissue above the spine. ?"

Isengard glanced at it and confirmed: "Yes, the 'Bone' is a natural EEG signal transmission structure. You only need to align the data socket and insert it, you can perform neural synchronization with the armor."

really. Ian nodded - when he dissected Orsenna, he was puzzled. Even if it was to stabilize the spinal structure, there was no need to build such a set of cartilage tissue with built-in nerve clusters in the upper half of the entire spine, right? Now it seems that it is actually a general-purpose data port that can be directly connected to some equipment with nerves.

"I won't," he said briefly. "Set me up."

"no problem."

Isengard also knew that the situation was urgent, so there was no nonsense.

He seemed to be a professional in this field, and immediately started to connect the signal cable for Ian.

The white-haired boy lifted the hair on the back of his neck, and the fair skin looked quite tender and soft, and Ethangard couldn't help but be a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to actually never control the armor... As long as the signal cable is connected, the back ridge The cartilage tissue and skin harden into solid ports close to the enamel structure... eh?"

The blond boy wanted to use some force to connect the cable, but he didn't expect that Ian's fair skin was harder than he imagined. Instead, it was distorted.

It felt as unbelievable as hitting a soft cream pudding with a punch, only to be hit with a left hook by the cream pudding backhand.

Isengard looked at the connection cable in his hand blankly, and then looked at the smooth skin on the back of Ian's neck with no trace: "This... I haven't recovered yet, are my hands soft?"

"You try now."

Ian didn't expect that his passive defense was so strong for a while, he took the initiative to withdraw some of the Origin Quality - now Isengard can continue.

The three signal lines are connected in turn, and the armored signal is faithfully fed back.

The cable was attached to Ian's neck, and he felt a familiar feeling...invisible information and electricity flooded through his body, and then fed back to a larger body.

Gently raised his left hand, outside the cockpit, the huge metal wrist also raised.

"Six years... I didn't expect that it was the armor that gave me the feeling of controlling large-scale engineering equipment again."

At this moment, Ian opened his eyes, and there seemed to be light flowing inside his iris, which was the scene fed back by the armored observer, and the scene seen by the pupils other than his eyes.

The long white hair was scattered behind him, and the slender teenager sat on the precise metal driver's seat. The three cables extended from behind his neck to the depths of the armor, and in Ian's eyes, the silver-blue halo became brighter and brighter.

hum... hum hum!

The sudden sound of the engine running made Isengard, who was a little stunned watching this scene, suddenly startled. He heard the heart of the element furnace start rapidly, and the energy was instilled into the humming of the upper and lower armor... But how is this possible?

Can ordinary people really ignore the dissonance of an extra body and the incoming video signal when driving the armor for the first time, and directly control this huge machine like an arm?

The answer is not the first time.

Ian is very familiar with the feeling... this, the feeling of having a second huge body.

In the deep sea, the light blue outer armor of naval battle armor lighted up slightly again, and above the head, a dark red one-line observation port lit up.

Immediately afterwards, it moved, moving its arms and legs in the shape of crab thrusters.

"If I had known that I could take prisoners, I would not have ordered Master Gosser to paralyze his right arm."

Perceiving the damage to the armor, Ian felt a little emotional, but things are unpredictable, and even a prophet can't fully predict everything: "Shark, get ready to go!"

"Behind us, the pursuers will arrive soon!"

At this moment, Ian can directly see without any other medium, there is a huge dark purple mist chasing from a distance.

It was one of the indigenous Tide Tide Spirits, the overlord of Odell Reef for a century, and the giant beast that ruled the entire South China Sea—if it weren't for the appearance of the Zhanhai Crystal Dragon, there would be no aquatic beasts in the entire southern region that could challenge them.

Neither the original boy nor the ironclad shark could escape from the hunt of this giant eel while carrying Isengard and Gosse.

But now...

"Shark, let's go!"