Pillar of Yita

”Papa.”

The Little Black Dragon was also awkwardly adapting to her new body.

She tilted her head, inherently not too fond of this thing. In comparison, she preferred the arm armor that Fang Hong’s ’Dad’ specially made for her. But since Sister Tata had her stay here, she always tried her best to remain obediently quiet.

”Is there another way?” Fang Hong asked at last.

”There is another way,” Tata thought for a moment: ”Do you remember the abilities of the Fairy Master, Mr. Knight?”

Fang Hong nodded.

”Perhaps we can try to use the Fairy Master as a relay node, allowing others to share their calculative power with you,” Tata replied calmly: ”Simply put, it’s to reverse the Fairy Master’s ability, allowing you to coordinate the calculative tasks of different people within this network.”

Fang Hong found it unbelievable.

”Can this be done?”

”There’s a possibility,” Tata nodded: ”But how much can be realized depends on Mr. Knight’s abilities.”

...

Ande’s surroundings were quiet.

He opened his mouth and looked back. But everyone around him was almost the same, all wearing expressions of disbelief. In fact, some people looked as if they had seen a ghost.

”What did he just say?” Sonan asked exaggeratingly.

Ande also pressed his lips together, couldn’t help but ask:

”Ade, what did you just... say?”

”Teacher Ande,” Fang Hong replied calmly: ”I have a way that might make the Dragon Knight ’Xiuma’ move. I can control ’Xiuma’ to fight Nikopolas.”

”But I can’t do it alone, I need everyone’s help—”

Not just those around Ande.

Everyone in the live broadcast room at that moment also wondered if they were hallucinating.

The guest subconsciously gestured to the commentator, but the action was unnecessary. The staff had already turned down the other sounds, leaving only the somewhat quiet, rustling sound:

”Teacher Ande, please raise your head.”

”Next, I will connect each of you into the calculative network, but no more than fourteen people, so please mark for me those top artisans of Elfendo—”

Fang Hong paused: ”I need their help.”

Ande instinctively raised his head.

He only saw a silver light, like starlight shimmering, flying out from the seventy-seventh floor of the Elfendo Spire. But few could clearly see that at the center of that light was a silver puppet with long hair dancing.

”Ade,” Ande couldn’t help but speak: ”Are you sure?”

”I’m not sure,” Fang Hong shook his head: ”But I’d like to try.”

Ande only hesitated for a moment, then immediately nodded: ”Alright,” he raised his hand: ”Watch my gesture, I will point out to you the most outstanding Artisan Masters here...”

He couldn’t help but look at the others, yet before he could speak, Count Westwood Sibika, the Old Speaker, and several other Grand Artificer took a step forward. Old Copper Nose shouted loudly: ”What are you asking for, the Council has unanimously agreed!”

He shouted loudly again: ”Old Blacksmith, you better choose me, or this life I won’t be done with you!”

”Me too,” Phales also spoke.

Ande was taken aback, then couldn’t help but smile at his old pals.

Among the crowd, only Pudra, lying on the ground, watched this scene with a sneer, even sarcastically saying: ”Everyone, I think you should face reality sooner.”

”That’s Nikopolas, do you really think you’re Xiuyuede?”

He laughed twice mockingly.

In fact, since the moment the Dark Giant Dragon appeared, this Great Alchemist had fallen into a hysterical state, seemingly disregarding his own life and death.

But at this moment, no one spared him a glance.

In the hall, Fang Hong only exchanged a glance with Tata.

The two nodded together. Only then did Fang Hong raise his hand, with his left palm facing down, and strands of silver light stretched out from Meimei, crossing a distance of a hundred meters in an instant.

And connected to every Artisan Master at the base of the tower.

At the instant the calculative network was successfully connected, Tata changed the operation of the Fairy Master. When she opened her eyes again, a silver flame was burning in her gaze.

”Are you ready, Mr. Knight?”

The voice of Miss Fairy seemed to carry a rationality beyond emotion.

Fang Hong nodded.

At that moment, he felt a flood of information rush into his mind, the sheer amount almost directly crashing his brain. It was as if someone was driving a red-hot awl straight into his brain.

An unbearable sharp pain made him scream.

But at this moment, Fang Hong felt a cold little hand cover his hand, and he looked up in surprise to see it was Miss Tata’s hand.

Miss Fairy’s gaze landed on him as calm as water, like an invisible comfort, calming him instantly. The tumultuous pain in his head was also significantly reduced in an instant.

Then he saw the network.

That vast, boundless Ether Magic Network was spreading out in all directions, it existed by its own weight in a pitch-black spirit world, seemingly connecting countless individuals, with thousands of voices converging into his mind simultaneously.