Pillar of Yita

If not for the two swordsmen supporting him from behind, he would have fallen flat on his back.

The Soul Spear, after being blocked by a shield, continued its path and struck a rock, turning into a puff of black smoke and disappearing. Miss Priestess was so frightened she nearly screamed, but still held back, instinctively wanting to cast a spell on Little Fatty.

However, the archer behind her held her back, preventing her from taking action.

Fang Hong witnessed this scene and could not help but raise his evaluation of them. If the priestess cast spells in the darkness, the glow from the divine staff might attract more attacks.

”It’s so cold, why is it suddenly so cold?”

The musketeer suddenly shivered.

At this moment, Gita completed her spell.

She placed her hand on the silver pages, lowering her eyelids behind the giant lens and murmured softly:

”The cold wind is biting—”

Fang Hong couldn’t resist giving Miss Natural Historian a thumbs up—an absolutely correct choice. The Anstalia Grand Glacier had various manifestations; she had previously cast this spell multiple times, but this time she only selected this portion.

A chilling wind seemed to blow between the group, and the temperature in the dark passage dropped drastically. The water surface crackled, and in an instant, a thick layer of ice formed, gradually extending downwards with signs of permeating the ground.

The five were shocked upon witnessing this. They turned around to look at the petite Gita and the silver book in her hand: ”Is this... a truth spell?”

”Magic Guided Book?”

”Natural Historian!?”

Fang Hong had already turned around, raising his metal glove.

In the darkness, the ice was extending forward—with the Clockwork Fairy’s vision, many of the black swordsmen were frozen in place below ankle depth in the puddle, rendering them immobile.

His palm sunk lightly downward.

A blue light unfolded at the maximum range of a hundred feet.

It formed a virtual construct, entirely engulfed in a dark blue light, draping like the light of a star on its slender body. With dual blades and dual feet, it seemed to hover in mid-air then plunged downward.

The blue light tightened, the construct materialized, leaving only a faint silver, a metallic sheen. The Energy Angel’s force-field ring finally took shape, hovering gently above the construct’s head.

Under Fang Hong’s command, it spread its dual blades, the dual feet braced on the ground, and suddenly thrust forward.

The first black swordsman was caught off guard, beheaded by a single strike. The second black swordsman tried to retreat but its feet were firmly anchored in the ice, losing balance, and was cut in half.

The subsequent black swordsmen mostly met similar fates.

In one-on-one combat, the Energy Angel is evenly matched with these undead, but now they were mere targets, and after a round of attacks, most were wiped out.

However, Gita’s level wasn’t high, and exhaustion of magic power meant the ice only lasted a few seconds. By the time the Energy Angel looked back, the remaining black swordsmen, mostly injured, were breaking out of the ice.

Still half remaining.

Fang Hong turned around.

And the five were already stunned, especially Little Fatty, stammering and pointing at him: ”You you you are...”

He barely managed not to utter the words Combat Artisan, because this scene was truly too bizarre, they dug out a door in the underground, and out came a Natural Historian, a Combat Artisan.

Moreover, both seem to possess considerable skill.

So, since when did Eteliria’s underground also produce high-quality oil-paper packages?

Fang Hong helplessly shook his head—a Combat Artisan is not uncommon, yet he knew his entrance was somewhat unconventional. But the battle wasn’t over and now wasn’t the time to discuss this.

He merely said, ”What are you staring at, get moving?”

Did these people really think he could finish the battle alone?

As expected by Fang Hong, the following battle was handled correctly by him; these five weren’t just dead weight, they had some skills. With their help, his Energy Angel finally dealt with the last opponent.

When the last black swordsman fell with a crash, the five couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, especially Miss Priestess, looking as if they couldn’t believe they had actually defeated their opponents.

Actually, Fang Hong had noticed that Miss Priestess should be the weakest of the five, though it’s not surprising, many teams and adventure groups have relatively low requirements for healers.

Having one is sufficient, and after all, they’re also a pretty young lady.

And Miss Priestess’s skills are only comparatively weaker than others; while in combat she occasionally lost form due to nerves, she didn’t cause any trouble.

She still accomplished her primary tasks well.

After the battle ended, they turned to him. The Imperial Guard Swordsman who had previously rebuked him felt a bit embarrassed and hesitantly asked, ”Is someone as skilled as you sent by the Artisan Association as an adventurer?”

”Artisan Association?”

Fang Hong was taken aback—thinking he indeed came from the Golande’s Artisan Association, but clearly wasn’t ’sent’ here. Moreover, what had happened here that required the Artisan Association to send people?

The last time the Artisan Association sent people should have been during the Dolifen incident, but he had already solved the matter over there before seeing the real veterans arrive.

Upon asking, he understood the situation.

Because they had jointly defeated the opponent, these people didn’t have any resistance towards him and Gita—in addition, the young Natural Historian girl seemed harmless compared to his image at the moment.

Therefore, when he asked, they didn’t hold back in answering. Except for the archer who was a bit cautious, there was generally no hostility towards him and Gita.

In the end, this matter was still related to the Troll BOSS, Mountain Kou Ke.

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