Pillar of Yita

Oh no—

Fang Hong realized that Hilveld was sacrificing herself to save him.

Blood surged in his brain, and he used all his strength in the water to throw the Clockwork Fairy into the mist. The copper sphere traced an arc, turning into a Flash behind the mist. The creature’s head let out a deafening roar, suddenly twisted in pain, sweeping to the left.

It seemed to narrowly miss Hilveld at the last moment.

But at that moment, the mist surged in, obscuring Fang Hong’s Vision. He was pushed by the water in one direction, hitting a wall heavily. The rushing water made it impossible for him to change direction, so he looked ahead and had no choice but to move sideways into another alley.

The Communication Crystal was silent.

As he advanced, he loudly called out every name, but no one answered, including Baijia.

Only Su Changfeng was shouting to him, ”Ade, calm down.”

”I am calm!” Fang Hong shouted back.

He saw shadows of several Thornfish People emerging in the waterway ahead.

Waving his hand, two Silverlights flashed, and the Thornfish People were instantly beheaded. However, an Elite Warrior Leader blocked the blade of the Energy Angel with his spear. Without thinking, Fang Hong threw a Fire Giant at him.

After the Flash of the explosion, the opponent turned to ashes.

After catching his breath, he calmed down and asked, ”Why is Koras here?”

”Koras has the ability to traverse the mist, it should have found you, or perhaps Rolin sent it,” Su Changfeng replied, ”Give us your coordinates, hold on, we’re coming.”

”There’s no time,” Fang Hong replied, ”Rolin must have sent it to destroy the Array.”

There was a pause.

But moments later, a Knight’s voice came through:

”Ade, it doesn’t recognize the Array,” Diket replied.

Yes, Rolin could only give these fishmen a general location, but Koras, revered as the Deity of the fishmen, did not possess the Alchemy ability, nor did the fishmen.

Fang Hong completely calmed down.

But Koras would destroy everything here, he thought—

Yet before that, he still had a chance, and he had a unique opportunity to approach that workshop. He suddenly went silent, continuing to search ahead, remembering the location of the workshop in his memory and thinking, others shouldn’t die in vain.

Su Changfeng guessed his intention from his silence: ”Ade, calm down some more.”

”When you face Koras shortly, we have one chance to support you.”

Fang Hong was slightly stunned, then asked, ”What chance?”

”Look at the time.”

Fang Hong took out his pocket watch, the time was seventeen minutes, two minutes past the quarter-hour mark.

A deep light flashed in his eyes, understanding dawned on him. He asked, ”What should I do?”

”You must give the most accurate coordinates first and foremost — the more precise, the better—”

Su Changfeng encouraged him, ”Seize the opportunity, Ade.”

Fang Hong took a gentle breath.

The closest reference is Fanric Clock Tower five blocks away, and another reference to the north — the Alchemy Museum, and the key is to gauge their positional relationship, which is a specialty for a cartographer.

But for an Alchemist, it is the ultimate test of their spatial Perception ability.

Before the Westwood Sibika family’s workshop is a small square, and through that square, there is his only chance.

He looked around, the mist was quiet, as if everything before was an illusion. But quiet wasn’t a bad thing, he didn’t know if Miss Ship’s Officer had escaped, but at least the silence proved that Koras hadn’t been alerted.

She might be hiding somewhere.

The livestream silently watched this scene.

The Clockwork Fairy flew high, so they could only see the surging mist below:

Has the entire army been wiped out?

The previous terrifying scene stunned everyone, and the gigantic creature was still striding in the mist, swinging twelve massive heads, its mouth full of sharp teeth, occasionally casting a cold glance in this direction.

Across the screen, everyone could feel a chill.

This wasn’t a film, but a true existence in another world, making everyone feel uneasy, wondering how the mortals of that world could stand firm, even survive?

”Fly down a bit more,” the director kept urging.

But the staff was in a bind: ”It can’t go lower, any lower and it’ll be within attack range.”

”Just a Clockwork Fairy, let it be lost,” the director was exasperated: ”Give me the Control Gloves, let me—”

”Boss, you—”

The director snatched the Control Gloves, angered: ”When I was in the Super Competitive League, it wasn’t your business.”

He said, calmly putting on the gloves.

A man in his forties, now showing a sacred expression.

People in the live stream felt their Vision being pulled downward, entering the mist, passing through an opening, and seeing the wide view unfold.

They saw seven or eight beams of golden light flying from the mist, spreading in all directions, and the middle-aged man watched the scene in surprise, rotating the Clockwork Fairy. In the Vision, a line of Clockwork Fairies was neatly rising, floating above the ’Cloud Sea.’

What is he doing?

This was everyone’s shared doubt.

He’s measuring the distance.

But a thought suddenly flashed in the middle-aged man’s mind.

Those Clockwork Fairies rising into the sky, arranged in two straight lines, pointing southeast — like two intersecting axes in a coordinate system. Between those axes, the colossal creature was slowly emerging.

Fang Hong looked up at this scene.

The mist seemed to dissipate for a moment, allowing his gaze to pass over the plaza, seeing those twelve heads coldly overlooking this direction.

In the plaza, small as an ant, large as a mountain, everyone in the livestream held their breath, eyes fixed on this scene.

But Fang Hong was fearless, guiding his hand, a golden light twined around Koras. The fishmen’s Deity let out an angry screech, appearing to want to turn its heads to devour the small beam of gold.

It was at that moment, a ripple of Magic faintly spread.

”Distance from Fanric Clock Tower, five hundred and fifty meters.”

”Distance from Alchemy Museum, one thousand one hundred and twenty meters.”

Eleven kilometers away.

A wind-powered battleship hovered above the clouds, its slender hull glittering in the sunlight, the wing sails on its sides gradually retracting, revealing the dark cannons beneath.

”571 ship, level one combat readiness.”

”Coordinate marked, Fanric Clock Tower, A711314.”

”Coordinate marked, Fanric Alchemy Museum, A711327.”

”Fire data calculations completed.”

The captain in his gray-blue coat gently set down his pipe, saying flatly:

”571 ship, guns one to four.”

”Three-shot rapid fire.”

”Fire!”

A burst of golden light, dazzling to the soul.

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