Pillar of Yita

This network!

Nether finally understood what it was, but his mind brimmed with even more incredible questions, ”So, how exactly did he do it!?”

More people were counting.

So much so that the sound of counting was like waves, undulating over King’s Square.

But when they finally counted the number, it echoed in each person’s heart like a magic spell powerful beyond belief, leaving an indescribable feeling in their hearts. On an ordinary day, during a match, the sight of such a scene would likely have triggered screams of excitement, celebrating the birth of a genius from their country, from their competition region.

But what they saw now, emerging from behind the Light Gate, were clearly Clockwork Fairies.

The brass spheres lined up in a neat matrix, flapping their wings in unison under Fang Hong’s command, flying out from behind the Light Gate to hover midair.

But what use were Clockwork Fairies?

Against the thousands of Dragon’s Claws in front of them, the sixteen Clockwork Fairies seemed as insignificant as a grain of sand in the sea. In terms of combat strength, the Clockwork Fairies were merely Scouting Mechs, possessing some capability for harassment, but what good would that do?

Compared to the silent crowd, however.

Only Sophie, in that moment, seemed to grasp something, exclaiming with an involuntary ”Ah.” The cry took Su Changfeng by surprise, and he asked his daughter, ”What’s wrong?”

Sophie shook her head, having promised to keep Fang Hong’s secret, naturally she wouldn’t speak too freely, ”Nothing.” But she watched the scene within the picture with a clenched jaw—though the image was severely disrupted and distorted, she could still make out what Fang Hong was planning.

That guy, he really had an ace up his sleeve.

Just then.

The Silver Weslan Princess found herself pondering a bizarre thought and murmured something under her breath.

”What did you say?” Su Changfeng asked curiously.

”I said,” Sophie shook her head, ”maybe he really has a chance to save all this.”

Su Changfeng looked at his daughter strangely.

He had no idea where this girl’s confidence came from, as he saw no good in the situation from any angle, even feeling sorry for the turn of events.

Though a military man, the interests of the China Competition Region also represented national interests. With the older generation of Invokers retiring, the new generation seemed incapable of bearing the current situation, and it was precisely at such times there was a need for more such new generation geniuses to support the future horizon.

But who would have thought, this bright rising star looked promising, only to seemingly falter and fall immediately.

He couldn’t help but let out a soft hmpf.

The Blood Oath Alliance was certainly finished, but compared to this young man, they were nothing. The Jiefulite Red Cloak Team might even suffer a stripping of layers—whether it be the Silver Forest Crown or the other ten Grand Guilds, they would certainly not pass up this opportunity to strike a blow, and even the military might get involved.

But what of it?

The next moment, however, he froze.

And he wasn’t the only one, everybody couldn’t help but rub their eyes, doubting if they’d seen something amiss.

Because in their sight,

Fang Hong was pointing forward, seemingly a Commander—the array of Clockwork Fairies suddenly dispersed, tracing golden paths as they plunged headlong into the Giant Wall advancing upon him.

What was this?

They only saw Fang Hong lightly snap his fingers, uttering something.

Only a few people managed to read his lips:

”Fire Giant, attack.”

And then, in a moment,

Sixteen dazzling light spots flickered, and the next moment, sixteen brilliant new stars exploded into being before everyone’s very eyes.

The bright halos in the depths of darkness, like the birth of the universe itself.

”Let there be light,” and there was light—

The core of the Fire Giant, aside from the closed-loop construct, solely focused on the Explosive Crystal.

This particular crystal’s progenitor was invented by a Royal Alchemist named Colin Ishurian three hundred years ago, and up until its superior products, the Fire Crystal and Thunder Crystal were conceived, this initial crystal continued to shine brightly in multiple areas such as firearms, propellants, and explosive projectiles.

Even today, among adventurers, under level 15, the crossbow skill based on its principle—Explosive Crossbow Bolts, remains one of the top damage-dealing abilities in its field.

Perhaps even without equal.

The epicenter of the explosion can theoretically reach up to 1000 points of damage, albeit this theoretical value is difficult to achieve due to many flaws in the Explosive Crystal’s delayed fuse, and the rapid attenuation of the blast wave—beyond three to five meters from the epicenter, damage reduction can reach over forty percent.

Typically, only the top crossbowmen can harness this skill, achieving an average damage of four to five hundred, which seems trivial compared to the top abilities of same-level Magic Guided Conductors and Elementalists.

But the Fire Giant is a different story.

Under Fang Hong’s command, it flew straight towards the target with a clear tracking trajectory, detonating precisely at that spot with little deviation.

At the explosion’s center, any non-elite creature below level 20 could be instantly vaporized; within the three to five-meter range, even the minions of Dragon’s Claws would turn to ashes. Slightly further away, if one relied on evasion value, one might narrowly escape with their life, but not without suffering severe injuries.

Beyond that, the damage might seem limited.

But don’t forget the shockwave—Fang Hong didn’t plan to kill all enemies, but the secondary blast wave was sufficient to send the Dragon’s Claw minions tumbling in all directions, unable to regroup for a while.

Thus, in the explosion’s daylight-brightness, a huge gap appeared on the Giant Wall.

Seeing this, Fang Hong didn’t think twice before turning around, grabbing Hilveld, and saying, ”Stay close to me, don’t let go.”

Hilveld glanced at him and nodded gently.

Fang Hong, misinterpreting her demeanor as worried, said softly, ”Don’t worry, when the Energy Angels activate, I will have them protect you, just like before.”

Hilveld gave a small smile, suddenly curious, ”But what if I accidentally fall, would the Captain come back to save me?”

But Fang Hong, not realizing the playful glint in the noble lady’s eyes and thinking she was serious, shook his head, ”Don’t think too much, Miss Hilveld, rest assured, I will hold you tight—”

Hilveld was briefly taken aback.

”Hold me tight?”

She repeated the phrase in her mind, then couldn’t help but laugh to herself, ”But how do you plan to hold on, Lord Captain?”

Fang Hong, observing the distant enemies, hadn’t seen this and simply asked back, ”Are you ready?”

Hilveld nodded once again.

And so, Fang Hong decisively activated the Energy Angels, and in an instant, the three of them disappeared above the rooftop—three streaks of silver light passed through the gap amidst the sky, in a flash.

Meanwhile, in the square and Dragon Horn Hall, everyone watched this scene in a daze, their eyes still harboring the flash from the explosion—as if the light halo of a new star blossomed within their pupils and slowly dispersed.

But what was that?

Clockwork Fairy?

Then, people began to realize another, even more inconceivable question.

And it was the very same doubt in the heart of Nether—how was he able to control the Fairy Constructs while also manipulating those Clockwork Fairies?

It was a sensation of overturned common belief.

Without the aid of Fairy Enginery.

Wasn’t it?

Except for the old man within the Colin Ishurian Artisans’ Guild, who suddenly leaped three feet high from his chair and exclaimed, ”Fire Giant!”

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