Pillar of Yita

It was far more than that, though; that was just the tip of the iceberg on the form, a comprehensive list of monsters and various opponents, even including some general data about well-known Invokers, arranged clearly like a vast database.

Her Majesty might have been modest, speaking lightly, but one could only imagine how much of her sweat and wisdom had crystallized into these contents—although Fang Hong noticed right away some of the Invoker data was clearly outdated, which was evident from the levels.

But he understood why, assuming that the form hadn’t been updated much since she joined the Godslayers, but that was enough; his heart felt far more touched than just that, the form seemed light but was actually as heavy as a thousand jun.

”Thank you, Lady Nether.”

Lady Nether was somewhat displeased, ”Call me big sister, little guy.”

Fang Hong smiled; calling someone he had never met ”big sister” was something he truly couldn’t muster, and even forcing a smile wouldn’t do it, but in his heart, he preferred to call her ”teacher”. Many people had taught him many things, for which he was always grateful to those selfless Pioneers in the community, including Lady Nether, who though not named as such, truly were like his teachers.

”Are you ready?” Lady Nether asked him.

Fang Hong nodded, ”Watch me, I won’t disappoint you.”

”That’s some confidence.” Lady Nether said, somewhat amused, thinking to herself this guy still had a rebellious streak, which gave her a sense of kinship, though she somewhat disagreed, imagining that this young man’s limits were probably just as she had seen.

He was just stubbornly naive, which was rather endearing.

Meanwhile, whispers were passing between people in the hall; unlike Lady Nether’s view, the crowd was more puzzled, not understanding what Fang Hong was doing—the Dance of the Clockwork Fairy was beautiful, but seemingly pointless. Maybe he could perform flawlessly, but what was his purpose?

Of course, military personnel weren’t fools; Fang Hong was testing the reactions of the Night Lizard People, and the military’s own host of analysts and intelligence officers were also diligently recording data, their insights keener than Fang Hong’s, yielding numbers even more accurate, almost as precise as those collected and repeatedly verified by Lady Nether.

”0.17 seconds.”

”Thermal sensing, weak.”

”Minimal airflow Perception skills, weak.”

”Scouting Skills 44.”

The territory of the Night Lizard People in Fenris, just a corner on the edge of Eteliria, hadn’t attracted much attention before; some scattered data existed, but it wasn’t interconnected, and it wasn’t until this moment, under Fang Hong’s leadership, that a detailed update was performed.

But the military didn’t need this; at this critical time, Fang Hong was engaging in these antics, even causing some irritation among them.

”Don’t we have intelligence support?”

”What is Lady Nether doing?”

”Why let him mess around with these inexplicable things?”

Only in one corner of the hall, Virus, also a Combat Artisan and Alchemist, spotted some clues, not because of her professional sensitivity but due to her familiarity with the opposition. She glanced at the Chairman of Silver Weslan beside her and asked, ”See what’s going on?”

Chenxi nodded, one of the top Invokers from the national top ten Grand Guilds, who often competed direct or fought side by side, knew each other perhaps even better than friends.

”What’s Lady Nether doing, teaching this kid her tactics at the last minute, will it be enough?” Virus frowned.

”She’s taken a liking to his talent.”

”Talent?”

Virus shook her head; she hadn’t seen any talent in the Free Summoner depicted in the footage.

The military personnel naturally hadn’t seen it either, they only felt anxious; Fang Hong’s choice might be right, and as soldiers, they understood the importance of intelligence—but it was just too slow, they complained not only about Fang Hong but also about Lady Nether.

What exactly was that woman doing, hadn’t she told them what the situation was?

But suddenly, all the whispering stopped.

The hall went silent.

Everyone seemed spellbound, gazing at the screen.

Fang Hong seemed to realize too, his probing actions were significantly slowing down the Clockwork Fairy’s speed; at this rate, by the time he finished his inspection, he’d likely be far behind the advancing Night Lizard People. The people of Silver Weslan were waiting for his signal to counterattack, not to mention the countless dangers lurking in the darkness.

Fang Hong’s solution was as straightforward as ever, so on the screen, people saw him release the fifth Clockwork Fairy, then the sixth, the seventh, and finally, he reached out again and grasped at nothing.

”Damn, used them all up—”----

Fang Hong’s face darkened, only then realizing his Clockwork Fairies were indeed consumable; despite the ample preparations and the supplies from Silver Weslan, they were all used up again, even a mountain of gold and silver wouldn’t last through such expenditure.

Not to mention there were specials like the Fire Giant.

But of course, no one knew what he was thinking.

”How many?”

Everyone was asking this question.

”Six controls?”

”Six controls.”

”But wait, they’re still moving, this...”

”Is this guy a reservist trained by Silver Weslan?”

Even Virus looked at Chenxi beside her in surprise, but the Chairman of Silver Weslan didn’t notice her; he was busy flipping through his contacts, trying to find out what number belonged to the Little Princess of Silver Weslan.