Pillar of Yita

No matter the method, at least within this phantom, she could crush them like bugs.

”I, I think we need to notify the Artisan Association,” Hansen stammered, agape at the scene.

”Let’s talk about that once we get out of here alive,” Fang Hong turned around, noticing a young Gunslinger whose reaction seemed abnormal due to fear, instinctively raising his Magic Guided Gun aiming at Nikopolas.

The scene immediately triggered some unpleasant memories for him, and in one swift move, he knocked the gun out of the other’s hand and snapped, ”Start running in different directions now!”

The realization seemed to hit the young man, who instinctively turned and ran, but it was still a bit too late.

Not far away, Nikopolas lightly stamped on the ground, and his figure swept past Fang Hong like a gust of wind, catching up to the young man and piercing his chest with a claw from behind.

The young man grunted, and his body was thrown out by the Dark Giant Dragon.

Then Nikopolas circled back mid-air, unfurled his wings, and faced Fang Hong directly. Facing those somewhat icy golden-red eyes, Fang Hong couldn’t help but feel a chill, wondering if the Dark Giant Dragon had taken a liking to him, always targeting him first.

He touched the back of his right hand, where last time at the Traveler’s Rest, he could say it was the Crown Mark that drew the attention. But this time, the mark on his hand had no reaction whatsoever.

As for anything unusual, he suddenly recalled something—

At that moment, Nikopolas’s Shadows of the Past abruptly stepped forward, claw aimed at his chest. The others were too slow to react, only Tianlan and Atira managed to utter in alarm:

”Brother Ade!”

”Ade!”

But at that moment, a miracle occurred.

Nikopolas’s sharp claw halted just before his chest, less than half a centimeter away. In fact, the sharp claw had already sliced his long robe, revealing something wrapped in oilcloth.

Nikopolas’s Shadows of the Past slightly furrowed her brow, a complex expression appearing in her golden eyes as she looked at the parcel. After a short pause, a hint of fear appeared on her face, and she took a half-step back.

She raised her head, her expression icy as she suddenly said, ”Hand it over to me, little one.”

Fang Hong blocked the parcel with one hand.

He finally remembered what it was, like two overlapping scenes in his mind.

In one scene, Mazak had gravely handed him the parcel, telling him:

”Help me deliver this to a person in Golande. Do not open it before you get there—”

And in another scene, in that bizarre dream, the girl placed the object on his chest and earnestly told him:

”Take it out, correct the past, Luen. The mistakes we made, we must correct them ourselves. I’m sorry, Luen, you are the only person I feel sorry for. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, but you’re the only one I can trust. Remember, hatred will only perpetuate endlessly, only love and forgiveness can end it all.”

Fang Hong was slightly shaken—was it a coincidence?

He looked at Nikopolas, cautiously taking a step back.

”Hand it over to me, little one, and I can grant you one request,” Nikopolas advanced, repeating sternly.

But Fang Hong shook his head.

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