Pillar of Yita

He looked ahead, the captain was turning around, taking a deep breath: ”Maintain the line.”

The latter’s voice wasn’t loud, seemingly uncertain whether this battle would be fortunate or dire. Yet he stood like a solemn statue, his gaze indifferent, body upright, regardless of the outcome, he had already made a decision - the rest would be determined by the sword in his hand.

The flames on the Ancient Treant had extinguished, and the severely injured it silently looked at the humans before it, as if, as the Heart of Tree said, among them there was righteousness and greed, cowardice and bravery, good and evil all together. The previous moment they were henchmen of demons, but in the next moment they faced the strong enemy directly, wielding the sword and the truth.

Holy Choosers, truly a complex group of beings.

The people still had one last hope, that the other half of the team at the valley mouth could arrive in time, though it seemed unlikely. Then there was only the unknown ally remaining.

At that moment, Time Reflection heard that familiar sound again.

It was like the division of darkness -

It was a gunshot.

To be precise, it was the second gunshot.

The man quickly realized the issue, possibly having made an erroneous judgment. The firepower from behind was stronger than he imagined, bullets striking the shields the Magic Guided Conductors held up turning into a golden light rain, flying sparks were taking away the shield’s durability, the hexagonal grids shining brightly but fading layer by layer.

The Magic Guided Conductors almost screamed in succession:

”The attack power is so high!”

”Can’t hold on much longer.”

Two constructs with heads flickering dark red glowed alternately shot, advancing, slowly emerging from the forest, almost needing no time to reload, shooting interweaving white smoke moving forward, mingled with golden flames. Almost like two top gunslingers, level equal to or even higher than theirs, fighting against them, calm and unaffected by external influence -

”Stop them quickly!” someone shouted.

But the Magic Guided Conductors were powerless holding their magic wands. Most of their spells were ineffective against the constructs, the mental ones were completely devastated, any talismans and bytes related to life ceased to function, and a limited range of spells that could be effective were almost entirely in the hands of the Elementalists.

The Elementalists sequentially tried Acid Rain, Dissolving Ray, Metal Fatigue, and Ether Shock, but all spells sank like stones into the sea, until someone shouted in a stunned voice: ”High magic resistance!” This sentence seemed to have magic power, at that moment silencing all spells.

Their gaze involuntarily fell on that man.

The man opened his mouth.

At this time, one construct finally stopped, after a round of six shots, half-kneeling on the ground, beginning to reload. Although another construct was still shooting, the ammo mustn’t be much. Just then, in the forest, two more dark red lights appeared. That moment, the members of Twilight experienced the full fall from Paradise to Hell.

Someone finally realized what it was: ”Combat Artisan!” But this voice brought a shiver, what level of Combat Artisans in the forest were engaging with them, and where did the opponent come from? Among them was a Combat Artisan, that Alchemist realized, hurriedly releasing the Clockwork Fairy. When fighting Combat Artisans, finding the opponent’s location was far easier than solving their constructs.

He released a total of seventeen Clockwork Fairies, the gold light dancing across the sky was almost his limit. To those below the Holy White Stone on the high ground, this scene was like a spectacle - their guild didn’t have such a high-level Combat Artisan, unable to imagine who the opponent was aiming at with full strength.

Yet Time Reflection seemed to have figured it out, a flicker of ecstatic light in his eyes, they had come!

Twilight’s Combat Artisan raised his right hand, letting the Clockwork Fairies ascend into the air, but his control wasn’t precise, more than half were managed by the system’s calculative power. The golden Clockwork Fairies turned into beams of light, rushing toward the forest.

The people looked up at this scene.

But few noticed that the Dragon Hunters at the forest edge stopped; at that moment, they seemed to hear a faint, piercing buzzing sound, initially not realizing where it came from, but it grew larger, clearer.

Fang Hong gently rotated his wrist, his gaze underneath the Wind Goggles flickering with a calm light - no matter how many times, every time Alice watched his operations like this, she felt a hint of incredulity.

Although she knew, the opponent was the hero who saved Fenris Isle, once slain a deity - no, two. But the opponent’s overly youthful appearance and always half-step slow reactions, these two different attributes mingled together, always filled with astonishment and complex emotions.

The forest’s shining light array was projecting silvery constructs, they glittered together, hanging beneath the tree canopy, like a galaxy in the darkness.

When the golden Clockwork Fairies flew over the forest, people saw the rising of a silver cloud layer from the canopy. Heaven knows what the Combat Artisan saw, he almost screamed as if he was about to throw his Control Gloves away.

The next moment, countless golden lights flickered within the silver cloud layer, those lights were extremely chaotic - but they were dense enough, like a web of fire, filtering through the golden Clockwork Fairies repeatedly. Though some were fish that slipped through the net, the Silver Bee’s shooting precision had always been criticized, let alone countering such agile targets like Clockwork Fairies.