Pillar of Yita

”Boss!” he shouted.

The same voice simultaneously came through the communication channel.

The voice came from the Iron Guard in the team. Dark Fairy Tale got the hint, turned his longbow, drew the bow, and fired an arrow into the direction of the snowstorm - it was a blind shot.

But he had enough confidence in his archery skills; as long as Aille hadn’t misled him, this arrow wouldn’t miss its mark. And indeed, the arrow split into two mid-air, with a central rope glowing with purple light.

It wasn’t solid, but an Ether Magic Power-formed light rope, which was far more sturdy than an ordinary rope before the magic dissipated.

The two arrows passed through the left and right feet of the Knight Colossus, encircling them under the effect of the light rope and tying them together; it was like the final straw that broke the camel’s back. The enormous Knight Construct, already on the brink of the platform, lost its balance, and its last chance to resist vanished with this blow.

Thus, it could only fall heavily backward, like a massive mountain toppling down.

Blood Wings witnessed this scene and almost shouted in excitement - it worked. However, he was a bit puzzled that he thought the opposing Combat Artisan would at least attempt to salvage the situation — try to adjust its balance or grab something.

For this, the spell in his hand was already prepared, even though it was merely a first-circle spell, it was entirely sufficient to give the ’Person of Desperation’ a push.

But the opposing Combat Artisan didn’t react at all, or simply didn’t even think about resisting, the enormous Construct just toppled like Gold Mountain and fell like a Jade Pillar, crashing to the ground.

Blood Wings raised his Magic Wand.

However, in the next moment, his excitement was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, and in these subzero temperatures...

The ground trembled heavily.

But it wasn’t that the Giant Construct fell to the ground; at that moment, Blood Wings’ frozen eyes saw that the massive Knight Construct reached back with an unimaginable agile movement as it fell.

Propped a hand on the ground—

The other end of the snowstorm.

Fang Hong was equally bewildered.

”What’s this guy doing?”

The opposing party went through all this trouble just to make its Flexible Construct fall?

But how would this affect anything?

He merely shook the Reinforced Gloves slightly, making a somewhat peculiar control gesture; if someone present had witnessed the events in Fenris’ underground, they would surely recognize this action.

Rebalance in mid-air—

And the next moment, the Variant Fearless One rose off the ground in an inconceivable manner, executing a flip with one-handed support, its massive body vaulting into the air— within Blood Wings’ imagination’s limits, such a scene was never conceived.

He merely gazed upwards, staring blankly as the Giant Construct ascended, nearly flying in mid-air, before landing securely - when it heavily struck the ground, the Entangling Arrow between its feet had long disappeared due to the duration.

Rebalance technique—

Blood Wings’ mind was utterly blank, with only this word remaining.

But the next moment, after the ground quaked fiercely, the snow wave lifted by the shockwave rushed forward ferociously; Blood Wings was blown away in the snowstorm without resistance, and the Elemental Staff in his hand was knocked loose, falling into the accumulating snow.

Yet his mind kept replaying the previous scene, a single sentence:

”It flew up...”

”It flew up...” At the same time, the Iron Guard was also uttering this sentence to the Dark Fairy Tale in astonishment.

Dark Fairy Tale hadn’t witnessed the event in person, but he could imagine what happened. He waved his hand a bit powerlessly, momentarily unsure of what to say. ”Where is Blood Wings?”

”I, I don’t know...”

”Damn it!”

...

”He... hello everyone...”

”We meet again, I, I didn’t expect it to be you...”

The young Alchemist saw the three turn around in the snowstorm, looking at him simultaneously, and knew things were bad— and he was only an Apprentice Alchemist, unable to escape in front of a Combat Artisan, a Knight, and a Natural Historian.

His face was somewhat pale, and he instinctively blurted out. Although somewhat embarrassing, compared to embarrassment, Starlight was undoubtedly much more precious.

He hoped these people hadn’t realized he was the one causing trouble behind the scenes. Fortunately, the Ragnarok people had engaged due to the little girl, without much communication between both sides.

The only wrongdoing he had was not informing the Ragnarok people that the owner of this platform had once helped him.

Of course, at this moment, the young man calculated in his mind.

Sophie couldn’t help but find his look amusing— in fact, she really laughed out loud, pointing to Fang Hong beside her: ”Do you know who he is...?” The young man hesitated and instinctively shook his head.

The Silver Weslan’s Princess raised her Pale Flame, the bright blade reflecting her delicate profile with a faintly smiling gaze. She replied: ”It’s okay, one day you’ll know—”

The Alchemist suddenly understood her meaning, showing a horrified expression: ”Wait...don’t kill me, this thing isn’t...”

But the plea turned into a scream.

Sophie’s hand showed no mercy, thrusting her sword straight into the opponent’s heart, a clean and swift move. She lowered her eyelids, glancing at the Alchemist’s unseeing corpse in the snow, which turned into spots of white light, before withdrawing the sword, leaving a line of blood in the snowstorm.