Pillar of Yita

He looked ahead, his first choice naturally being the direction closest to the Salrutaka Temple in a straight line.

He lifted his hand slightly, weariness washing over him in waves, but still he clenched his teeth and held on, aligning the cold, luminescent glow of his metal gauntlet towards the front. His boots, covered in scratches, also took a small step forward, resting on the edge of the roof.

”Miss Tata.”

The Fairy Construct nodded slightly, unfurling its skirt and taking flight, leveling with him, its silver hair dancing in the sky.

And the crowd was taken aback.

What was he doing now?

They saw that in front of Fang Hong were enemies a thousand times his number, the ferocious Dragon’s Claw minions like a black tide, spreading their wings and taking to the sky in a menacing wave descending upon him.

That scene left everyone breathless—

Like a rising wall, slowly ascending, with thousands of Monsters side by side, densely packed, like a migrating swarm of bats or a forming black tsunami—destined to sweep away everything, with the young man standing alone before it.

In the Clockwork Fairy’s overseeing Vision, he appeared so minute, he seemed an insignificant speck before the tidal wave.

An ant.

What could he do?

Or rather, what could the Fairy Construct do?

The beautiful Fairy Doll, seemingly the work of a Master, its intricate metal face detailed with every stroke and chisel, depicting the youth and delicacy of a maiden, with brass roses, silver-embedded ribbons, and gemstone-adorned pistils, it gently hovered there, like a pretty doll.

So beautiful, everyone couldn’t help but let out such an exclamation, knowing all too well that such an Auxiliary Construct was extremely rare, and a Fairy Master was one of the Combat Artisan’s strongest supporters.

But however strong the support, it was still support, and in the present situation, what could it really achieve?

People were filled with expectation.

They seemed to hope that this young man, who had always surprised them, could pull out some other ability to cope with the current predicament.

Everyone was behind him, and at this moment, no one had gone further than him, the road ahead seemingly leading to Fenris’s ultimate salvation. But the outcome appeared to hang in the balance, and it seemed Fang Hong did not have many choices left.

He simply extended his hand, holding Miss Tata’s hand.

A silvery radiance emanated from her intricate body, radiating from her chest cavity, forming a luminous, galaxy-like ribbon of light connecting with Fang Hong.

This was—

”That’s the Ether Net of the Fairy Master!”

”Connecting to oneself?”

People were shocked.

Bearing in mind the renown of the Fairy Master, and with Alchemy being widespread in Eteliria, most people were familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of this profession—connecting a Fairy Master to themselves was pointless! Because a Fairy Master’s abilities came from sharing their Calculative Power with others through a network.

But what difference did it make to share one’s own Calculative Power with oneself? It was merely an additional burden of a Fairy Construct’s computation load, surely a loss that wasn’t worth it.

Confused?

People’s hearts tensed, thinking Fang Hong had been scared witless by the current situation. Indeed, they suddenly recalled, the opponent was merely a teenager, not even Level 15 yet, and they had placed so much hope on him.

How many had faced such a scene before?

Who wouldn’t panic at the sight of such an overwhelming enemy?

”Calm down!”

The people couldn’t help but shout this in their minds.

But they also knew the chances were slim—

Some couldn’t bear to watch the next moment unfold, within the Royal Palace, the older Princesses involuntarily covered the eyes of their younger siblings.

But it was just then that those who kept their eyes on the scene unexpectedly noticed a change. They saw Fang Hong standing still in place, looking up at the ’Giant Wall’ looming over him, while a number of pale blue light points fluttered around him like fireflies.

The light points expanded two by two, pulling out a faint blue line from the middle.

”That is...”

In an instant, people realized that the lines were fanning out from the middle, forming shimmering pale blue Light Gates.

By then, people finally recognized what that was: ”That’s the informational Subspace!”

”He, he’s summoning Flexible Constructs!”

But suddenly.

They realized something was amiss because the blue lines were growing in number.

Reflected in their Vision, the multitude of lines made everyone’s jaws drop as they exclaimed, ”Wait, look at the number of these...”

The number clearly didn’t add up.

They doubled from one to two, then from two to four, becoming more and more, increasingly dense.

”Seven, eight, nine... eleven, twelve...”

”Eighteen controls!”

In the command center, the crowd burst into a shout, turning to find a closer, clearer image to verify if they had seen wrong. Meanwhile, in the Holographic Projection, Nether suddenly collided with the chair behind her, utterly unaware.

”How many exactly?” people asked each other to confirm the count.

But they hadn’t miscounted.

Eighteen controls.

Everyone was as if struck by a peculiar magic, standing still.

He still had cards up his sleeve.

How much more did he have?

But right then and there, the unmoving Nether saw beyond to something far greater, she saw the bright ribbon of light, emanating from Fang Hong, branching out to connect each of the light gates near him.