Pillar of Yita

Sitting beside the Bishop, the Dwarf, if Fang Hong were here, would certainly recognize him as the Old Dwarf with the snow-white eyebrows he had seen at the Mountain Palace of Toragotos. This Steelbrow raised his thick eyebrows and gruffly replied to the Bishop beside him: ”What’s the use of having a thick atmosphere, for Tarot’s sake—I heard that their scores this year aren’t even as good as those of the Ancient Tower People, this disgraceful lot.”

The Bishop smiled slightly and comforted the Old Dwarf: ”As the Holy Choosers say, ’Friendship first, competition second.’ The existence of the Continental League is more to advance Mortal Alchemy through competition. With Ouli’s guidance, it brings us a brighter future, and as for victory or defeat itself, perhaps it’s not that important.”

But the Dwarf obviously seemed a bit disdainful upon hearing this.

The Bishop didn’t argue, but suddenly remembered something and couldn’t help but sigh lightly: ”However, if that young Alchemist were still here, he might have participated in this grand event.”

The Old Dwarf remembered the young man he had met in Fenris and couldn’t help but shake his head.

Sitting next to the two, in the shadows of a corner, the Tada Ritualist glanced at them, moved his thick lips, and said: ”Gentlemen, the Slates and Stars tell me that the Light’s Sea is not yet extinguished, and the Stars’ blessings won’t so easily perish.”

The Old Dwarf responded angrily: ”But we searched futilely for half a year in the Southern Region, without any clue. And now even Toragotos is dead, and there’s not a trace of the person.”

The Tada Ritualist turned his head back and slowly answered: ”The Dark Giant Dragon won’t die; it merely curls up in the Abyss.”

”Here we go again,” the Old Dwarf spread his hands: ”Alright, alright, I know more about this than you, Valit’s sword still bears the inscription ’The enemy of the past shall rise again,’ but what does it mean?”

He said to the two: ”The era of the Dark Giant Dragon is long over.”

But the Bishop shook his head: ”But before Toragotos, who could have thought there still existed a Dark Giant Dragon in this world?”

Upon hearing this, the Old Dwarf was stunned.

The two fell silent as well.

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”Mr. Diket!” Amidst the crowd, Tianlan was waving vigorously at the middle-aged knight, bouncing and calling out: ”We’re over here.”

Behind Diket still followed Tang Xin and Ai Xiaoxiao. When he saw Atira and the others, he couldn’t help but smile and walked over. And Ai Xiaoxiao grabbed Tianlan behind him, loudly asked: ”Has Mr. Ade’s match started yet?”

If she didn’t speak loudly, her voice wouldn’t be heard over the surrounding noisy discussions.

”The first match is already over,” Tianlan shook her head: ”We also came a bit late, Brother Ade and the others are at Field No. 3.”

Upon saying this, she also looked in that direction.

And on Field No. 3, as Tianlan said, Ragnarok’s match was coming to an end.

The whole process was almost without suspense, even though Ragnarok’s craftsmen training ranked at the bottom among the top ten Guilds, a starved camel was still bigger than a horse, so they wouldn’t be weaker than a team from an obscure little place.

Cui Yu and Liuli Yue both won against their opponents with big scores, their scores were both infinitely close to A Grade Quality, Cui Yu was B++, and Liuli Yue’s Walker was even A- Grade Quality, both leading their opponents by one segment.

As for the Magic Guided Conductor creation, which the other party was best at, Dill was actually also leading by one minor score, and when she came off the field with her work, they didn’t even need to compare average scores; the victory was already clear.

The young people from Eis came down with red eyes, obviously aware that the outcome was unchangeable, already having cried once before. Nevertheless, they still politely came up to shake hands with everyone.

Except for Cui Yu, who was a bit cold, the rest of the Ragnarok team warmly shook hands and hugged their opponents. Fang Hong, seeing this, went over to give Cui Yu a push from behind, making him reluctantly go up to shake hands.

But Liuli Yue, with a sullen expression, still stiffly shook hands.

”Your score is lower than mine.” Fang Hong reminded him.

”Hmph,” Liuli Yue snorted coldly: ”We’ll see in the next round.”

Hearing this, Fang Hong was delighted; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

But at that moment, a tall young man from the opposing team came up and shyly said to them: ”Hello, you are very impressive.”

Fang Hong recognized this person, who should be the leader of the opposing team, and coincidentally was paired against him in the match. Both were the highest scorers in their respective teams, but compared to him, Fang Hong was far ahead, leading by a significant amount.

The opponent’s work was B+ Grade Quality, while his was A Grade Quality.

He was being cautious this time, waiting a bit for others to reveal their scores before also presenting an A Grade Quality work as his final score. Because there had already been seven or eight A Grade quality scores, his score wasn’t particularly striking in the field.

Fang Hong understood that his real rival was that young man named Rolin.

Before the final match, he just needed to surpass his team’s highest score.

Therefore, to the other’s compliment, he only gave a modest smile. But he didn’t expect this young man to actually ask if he could have the Omnipotent Plugin.