Pillar of Yita

”My name is KUN.”

There was a pause on the other end.

And on this side, it was completely silent.

A moment later, that voice resumed rustling: ”I am currently at the Silverlight Bastion, the time is 9 AM on October 19 in the GMT+8 time zone, authorization was given a quarter hour ago, under the command of the Stargate Port Union Combat Command Center—”

”Lastly, thank you all for your trust, dear friends of Silver Weslan. In this battle, the entire Third Combat Zone will be with you, and I will be your temporary commander—”

Terrible silence.

Everyone looked at each other—All-Seer?

What in the world was happening? Why would the All-Seer of the Silver Forest Crown be commanding them? Could it be that the guild had reached some secret agreement with the Silver Forest Crown? That wouldn’t be surprising; after all, it was well known that there were undocumented dealings between Silver Weslan and the Silver Forest Crown given their shared fondness for the color silver.

Fortunately, the two guilds’ styles were not identical; if Silver Weslan were a shimmering sword, kings of the battlefront, then the Silver Forest Crown would be the crafty silver fox, cunning and ever-changeable.

And at this moment, the kings and the sages, the sword and the fox, seemed to become one.

But the surprises were far from over.

Suddenly, another somewhat unfamiliar voice entered the channel:

”My location is aboard the Biho, 9:01 AM on October 19, GMT+8, authorization was given ten minutes ago, under the command of the Stargate Port Union Combat Command Center—”

The voice belonged to a somewhat cold and lofty woman, and she spoke much more concisely, ”I am Virus, your temporary analyst.”

Dianmo Ran Qingzhu’s mouth hung open, his face turning bright red, looking almost suffocated.

The Chief Natural Historian of Elite, the top professional in the country, their archrival—but also his personal idol and goddess, Goddess Virus, not only one of the founders of Elite but also the top ice queen and the country’s foremost Master Shipbuilder. The legendary flagship of Elite, the ”Biho”, her most famous creation, was the only Floating Fortress in the country.

”What’s happening? What’s happening? Why has she come too? What in the world is going on!?” Dianmo Ran Qingzhu’s mind was swamped with countless questions.

But then, a third voice joined the channel:

”My location is the Gods’ Bastion, 9:01 AM on October 19, GMT+8, authorization given a quarter hour ago, under the command of the Stargate Port Union Combat Command Center—”

The voice was steady and serious, yet ended with a joke, ”I guess, I do not need to introduce myself, do I?”

”Chairman!?”

The voices of the knights of Silver Weslan trembled.

Of course, no introduction was necessary; upon hearing that familiar voice, they understood that it was none other than the current legendary Chairman of Silver Weslan—the Sword of Dawn, the King of Orlis, the foremost among the four great knights—the Light Knight Chenxi.

”Chairman, what in the world is going on?” the others finally got a chance to ask.

”Don’t ask,” Chenxi replied, ”I am just here to supervise you. Follow KUN’s commands, and if the mission is successful, the guild will be proud of you.”

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately became exhilarated, even the normally silent Xi couldn’t help but grip her war halberd tighter. Though they were members of the Elite Corps and merely newcomers at that, entering the upper echelons’ field of vision like this was extremely beneficial for each of their futures.

Of course, these individuals were no fools; they naturally understood that their current mission was probably not that simple, and the princess herself hadn’t reconnected to the surface since the previous events, which likely meant that something dire had occurred in Fenris.

But how had all this come to pass?

Everyone couldn’t help but think of that boy who had just confidently analyzed the current situation.

Could it really be as he said?

As for Fang Hong, he was naturally entirely oblivious to all of this, having no idea that he was being watched by countless eyes as he navigated through the alley, darting alongside Xiangzi into the side of the battlefield under the Flash from the explosive crossbow bolts, while simultaneously releasing the four Clockwork Fairies in his hand.

And this scene, naturally, was shown from multiple angles on several screens in the command center.

A group of soldiers clad in black coats watched this unfold, their Silver Stars shining brightly on their arms; here, the lowest rank was at least that of a captain, and most were young people under thirty.

Among the soldiers, there were a few holographic projections; the All-Seer KUN of the Silver Forest Crown was looking down, assessing the nearby terrain, his assistant Black Tea was by his side, frowning at another screen displaying Fang Hong.

On the other hand, the Chairman of Silver Weslan and a silver-haired lady were simultaneously looking up at the center screen.

The manipulation skills of the four Clockwork Fairies weren’t notable to these professionals—it was a basic technique expected of a Level 15 Combat Artisan; the Ice Queen turned to the Chairman of the Vislan Guild and said, ”Four-Wing Dance, elegant but impractical, is this a newcomer from your guild?”

Chenxi shook his head, aware that although her main profession was a Natural Historian, she was also a professional Alchemist and Combat Artisan, which had allowed her to become a top Master Shipbuilder. Sometimes, it was just unfair how some people could master multiple professions naturally, inspiring envy in others who struggled with just one.