Pillar of Yita

Only the craftsmen understand how to deal with craftsmen.

Thus, when the silver star rises, a barely noticeable wave of magic ripples through the forest.

”Go and disrupt him.”

”We absolutely cannot let him find our location.”

”That ranger is quite formidable.”

”No, that’s not a ranger...”

”It’s a Dragon Hunter—”

The construct on the battlefield suddenly paused, and one-third of the agile constructs at the rear instantly withdrew from combat.

And in the forest, the combat artisans also stood up at that moment, raised their hands, and directed the gloves glinting with metallic sheen toward a direction; it was a golden light rain, passing through the woods, across the canopy, as if swept by a whirlwind, carrying countless golden raindrops, piercing through from the forest above—

And that golden halo reflected only in Fang Hong’s eyes, following the curve of the iris, like a shimmering starlight spread across the night sky.

After drawing an arc in mid-air, they formed a massive array, pressing down over the two people’s heads.

Ye Hua and Fang Hong lifted their heads at that moment.

The prior silver starlight appeared somewhat thin before this golden celestial dome.

Just like a child, standing alone before a giant—

Only, this child maybe has a unique name at this moment.

Ye Hua turned around and looked at him: ”Need some help?”

Fang Hong gently smiled.

He raised his head, gazing at that direction, then silently lifted his left hand, pressed it beside his right shoulder, and from there, lightly drew forward.

A straight line—

Lines of magic power traversed through buoys, like invisible threads, connecting the night sky above and the forest below, and Fang Hong was the sole controller of those lines of magic power. As his gestures changed, the silver ’bee swarm’ unfolded its combat formation—indeed, no one was mistaken—the Clockwork Fairy crisscrossed, arrayed in front and back, forming an assault formation with combat depth—

Like a silver blade, exposing its edge in the night sky.

Below the forest, the craftsmen hidden among the bushes finally sensed something unusual.

They glanced at each other, somewhat at a loss. The light in the night sky seemed to enter their hearts at that moment, for they had never seen anyone use Clockwork Fairies like this—was this a new tactic? Or did the other party not truly understand Clockwork Fairies? Aren’t agile constructs like Clockwork Fairies supposed to bypass the opponent’s interference promptly?

But they didn’t understand—the era has changed.

And in Fang Hong’s heart, Miss Tata similarly gazed silently at this unique night sky, raising her little face.

Then the two of them, telepathically, exchanged glances.

”Miss Tata.”

”Here—”

Miss Fairy’s silver gaze, looked at her one knight, seemingly flashing with a gentle glow: ”My knight, what is your order?”

”Launch the attack.”

”Mm.”

It was the first firelight in the night sky.

One of the craftsmen felt darkness engulfing his sight in the goggles, losing one-fifth of his vision. He took a step back, somewhat surprised, and adjusted his goggles with his hand but still couldn’t understand what had happened.

And the silver bee swarm, silently and invisibly, had completed its transformation, revealing its menacing fangs. Golden and silver light intersected under the curtain of night, but what arrived first were lead bullets like a storm, explosions of firelight erupting above the forest, a cascade of light rain spanning across the night sky like fireworks...

The dazzling light seemed to be a gift from the ancient civilization, manifesting the birth of a unique class among agile constructs.

Or rather, a revival—

Its name is Combat Fairy.

And an increasing amount of vision in the goggles turned black from the craftsmen’s eyes. Those bewildered people had no choice but to remove their wind goggles, staring blankly at the spectacle unfolding in the night sky.

What is that...?

And someone was still shouting:

”Change routes, evade!”

But it was no use.

The silver bee swarm was flying around the golden clouds, appearing in the intersecting vision of Fang Hong, as if forming visible trajectories within the vast space—each fluttering Clockwork Fairy adhered to a fixed path, flying forward until it fragmented...

That wondrous sensation lingered within his heart.

Allowing him to seemingly foresee the opponent’s next action. Miss Sicape once jokingly said he ought to be a Gunslinger. But Fang Hong understood, this was what R mentioned—instinct; he was so familiar with Clockwork Fairies that he didn’t need to think.

And that feeling of space control further gave him a sovereign illusion over this expanse.

He extended his hand, as if he could seize all the opponent’s Clockwork Fairies in his hand.

And crush them.

One by one, the Clockwork Fairies exploded, while fragments of the golden shell fell like raindrops, scattered gracefully from the air.

Ye Hua watched the scene, calmly smiled and shook his head; he seemed to see a kind of possibility—long ago, such a possibility was known as Loofah.

But now, it might be gaining a new name. He turned back, drew an arrow, and strung the bow—the earlier shout already exposed sufficient information for a Dragon Hunter. The bowstring released, the arrow shot into the forest, and in the shadow of darkness in that direction, a pale red figure fell.