Pillar of Yita

In the expansive square, the wind and snow danced, as if a black and white army were entangled in a fierce battle. Although one side only consisted of three people, the seven constructs exuded the grandeur of a thousand troops.

In the chilling wind, Princess Rupert’s brown braids cascaded like a waterfall as she raised her head, watching as the giants passed by her side, their dark blades dragging a trail of sparks.

The silver hands of the Axinman Witch crossed under Miss Tata’s gaze like silver fire, as a metallic forest grew from the slates, piercing towards the sky. It was like two rows of thorns, separating this path ahead for the Princess.

She held her longsword with both hands, lowering the blade in the snowstorm, stopping her steps, and turning back to look. Fang Hong held the collar of his trench coat with one hand, walking up from behind, the lantern on his shoulder already lit, its orange glow slicing through the snow like a sharp sword.

A low rumble came from behind, as the towering construct walked forward with heavy steps, semi-kneeling amid the metallic roar, laying its gigantic right hand before Princess Rupert.

Rupert looked at the tall, silent machinery, then turned back to Fang Hong.

”Princess,” Fang Hong gasped, looking at her.

He had previously joked with Ye Hua, but his heart wasn’t light. Placing the life of one person against many on the scales—it was his choice, but it also weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain.

He roughly understood the feelings of the Grand Princess, but at this moment, everyone played a crucial part, and he did not wish to see anyone crushed by a heavy psychological burden.

Previously, it was Miss Sicape who played such a role within the team, and now, it was his turn. He breathed out gently, white mist puffing from his mouth: ”From here to there, it’s seven hundred and sixty meters. I’ll take you to Dika’s side and try to get you a chance for an attack—

The Grand Princess paused, gently nodding at him. She didn’t say much, merely reversing the grip on her longsword, using her hand to step onto the cold construct.

Once upon it, she turned back again, looking at Fang Hong, speaking softly, ”Mr. Ade, do you remember our first meeting?”

Fang Hong looked at her, unexpectedly.

”You all are the most different Holy Chosens I’ve ever seen.”

”...Some people are for duty, some for profit, but some are born to be heroes,” she smiled lightly, a rare gesture: ”But you all are different from them, you are forever friends of the Istania People, remember the commission in Tansnier...?”

”Let me commission you once more,” she paused, the soft white mist shrouding her face, her eyes slightly warm, ”Help me, help us all, save Quistack.”

Fang Hong was slightly taken aback.

He stood amidst the snow, finally nodding silently.

The Princess said no more, merely picked up a strand of braid with her white teeth, turned back, one hand gripping the longsword, lightly resting it on the construct’s palm.

Amid the great roar, white cooling smoke ejected from the pipes behind the Earth Shaker, rising straight from the ground.

And Fang Hong also turned, using his teeth to pull open the strap on his glove, watching the ’Pride of the Lonely King’ loosen from his arm, then fall into the snowflakes.

The metal glove turned into blue smoke, disappearing into the air, he gently clenched his left hand, looking ahead. Since this is the Spirit World, there’s no need for such cumbersome methods—

Let imagination decide the outcome this time.

His gaze followed the Grand Princess departing, as rock layers surged beside him, under the earth’s roar, like basalt pillars that in an instant rose, extending forwards, catching up with the Earth Shaker in that direction—

Layer upon layer, the rock elevated the charging, towering construct from the ground, connecting directly to the main hall at the square’s other end, as if creating a path through the monster horde in an instant.

The Grand Princess held her breath, eyes fixed on the path ahead.

The rocky bridge stretched hundreds of meters; on an ordinary day, Fang Hong could never create such a thing, but in this world, with Miss Tata’s calculative power’s help. The power of Ancient Alchemy appeared magnified a thousand times—

Fang Hong himself looked on, even slightly shocked, pondering if one day in the Material Realm, his calculative power reached this level, could he also realize such a scenario?

Of course, he understood that reaching an attribute on par with a Dragon Soul in the Material Realm was nearly impossible for a mortal.

”Creatogenesis,” the girl licked her lips with her tongue, speaking softly, ”Interesting.”

The Blind Followers’ fanaticism for Alchemy sourced from their deities; in terms of understanding Creatogenesis, she believed he was simply showing off in front of her.

She pointed out with her hand.

Like an invisible giant pressing in the void, the rock bridge leading to the main hall collapsed midway, the entire back half completely collapsing.

The Earth Shaker also fell from the bridge.

Fang Hong seemed to have anticipated this, directing with his hand, forming a slope from the collapsing bridge, allowing the Earth Shaker to land steadily.