Pillar of Yita

”Damn, why are there so many perverts in the Special Preparedness Division.”

”So the notion that talent is scarce in the China Competition Region is a fallacy. In fact, everyone is joining the military?”

”State advances, the private sector retreats, makes one sigh.”

”Mind your people!”

Following this comment, there was a moment of speechlessness from the audience, everyone admitting the upper comment’s angle was too sharp to refute.

Then someone shouted: ”That big guy moved!”

It was the Iron Curtain—one of the main war machines of Colin Ishurian—that was moving.

Its magic guided engine below began to operate at full power, clumsily turning amid the sharp whistle of the steam siren, emitting billowing white mist from the pipes. Inside the hemispherical shooting bunkers, rifles simultaneously flashed, accompanied by a rising white smoke, magically imbued bullets spinning towards the center of the square.

Glacier!

Gita shouted, and an ice wall rose up immediately.

But how could her defense block a professional gunslinger’s shot? Bullets instantly punched a series of fist-sized holes through it. A flurry of ice shards flew, and Miss Natural Historian’s frail body was thrown out.

”Gita!”

Tianlan, whom she had protected with her slender body, screamed.

She rushed two steps in that direction but slipped heavily on ice shards, falling to the ground.

”Luo Yu, Brother Ade, save Gita!” the little girl was almost crying.

Luo Yu, steadying himself, rushed toward that direction.

Phales threw a force field generator protecting Fang Hong and others, then turned back to say, ”Exit from the north of the square, that’s Elfendo Tower, their numbers won’t be too many there.”

But Fang Hong shook his head.

”Others are still here.”

”They’re coming for you.”

Fang Hong suddenly saw his communication crystal light up red. He opened the communication channel, and Tianlan’s teary voice came through:

”Gita, Gita is hurt, bleeding a lot, Brother Ade, where are you... help us, sob...”

At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed from the giant construct in the distance.

All magical communication on the square went silent.

Phales also stopped.

Everyone looked at Fang Hong—Ande, Zheng Yongzai, Phales, and Soul Fingerprint—as well as the other members of Ragnarok, all silently witnessing this scene unfold.

Meanwhile, Vikki ran over from afar, yelling at Zheng Yongzai: ”Yongzai, quickly leave, it’s not safe here.”

But the latter looked at her and shook his head.

Vikki was furious, but still ran over to grab his hand: ”What are you doing mixing with them? Big merchants hate it most!”

She especially gave Fang Hong a fierce glare.

But Fang Hong didn’t even look at her, just took out a small golden ball from under his coat, then looked at his teacher and Phales.

”I can’t leave.” He replied.

”My teammates are still there.”

Vikki was slightly stunned upon hearing this and suddenly stopped.

Phales and Ande exchanged a glance but did not speak.

Fang Hong raised his hand, releasing the Clockwork Fairy. It drew a beautiful arc, flying into the air.

When the giant construct began to move, Su Changfeng and his subordinates’ first attack was thwarted. Although the Black Coats immediately adjusted their strategy, starting to approach the giant construct, it yielded little effect.

Below it were guarding praetor’s trusted aides, and with the cover of the giant construct, how could it be easily approached?

Baijia and the young man tried several times, but unable to kill anyone, they remained restricted and couldn’t advance. While they were in trouble, Baijia suddenly saw a golden flash hitting the giant construct.

The next moment, an intensely dazzling explosion erupted.

This explosion did not damage the giant construct, but it was enough to push it into a tilt, causing the combat artisans inside to stumble all over.

The craftsmen tried to regain balance, but suddenly, they heard another thud.

With a heavy sound, like something small hit the lower shell of the giant construct. Everyone clearly heard this sound, followed by a ground-shaking rumble.

A series of explosions flashed over the square, but no one knew what happened.

The construct emitted a tooth-aching loud noise, finally slowing and stopping.

Chance!

Baijia and the young man simultaneously dashed forward.

Apparently, another giant construct also noticed the flaw exposed here, emitting creaks as it turned slowly this way.

But before it could turn halfway, a massive white light pierced its lower half and two forelegs. The Iron Curtain let out a terrifying screech, the sound of metal twisting and deforming, then slammed forward onto the ground.

It lost power.

And that white light almost dispersed half the square’s dust.

Everyone looked fearfully in that direction—only to see Su Changfeng standing there, clad in a black military coat, slowly retracting his hand.

He only then removed the cigarette butt from his mouth, carelessly tossing it on the ground amid clustered smoke. He then extinguished the glowing point with his boot, exhaled, and lifted his gaze to look at Count Roniel.

Behind him, the glow from the magic guided reactor gradually dimmed.

Count Roniel was both furious and anxious, raising the Elementalist staff and pointing at the other: ”How dare you—!”

Almost the same sentence rose from below the arena.

Pudra was loudly appealing to everyone: ”This is a great opportunity to mend relations with the North, we can stand with Count Roniel!”

But Sonan wasn’t interested in this proposal. The Old Dwarf didn’t even want to spare a glance at this Master of Magic Potion, only replied, ”Whether to mend relations with the North, let’s wait for Ye Hua to come back and discuss.”

”But,” Pudra was a bit at a loss: ”Wait, where do you intend to go?”

”This match is embarrassing enough, let them fight,” Sonan replied irritably: ”We’re going back to Elfendo.”

”But, wait,” Pudra was inwardly anxious, cursing his unreliable student for not yet dealing with the Spire’s defense, while racking his brains: ”This isn’t very appropriate...”

”Nothing inappropriate,” the Old Dwarf looked over the chaotic square and concluded: ”Those Holy Choosers are too few.”

As if to confirm his words.

A cry of alarm rose from the livestream room:

”That big guy is coming again!”

”It’s in the east too!”

Four giant constructs were striding into the square, their massive four legs thundering.

They turned with creaks, aiming at everyone in the center of the square.

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