Pillar of Yita

The Lizard Warrior Leader was not alone; he was accompanied by two or three attendant warriors. When they sensed someone approaching from behind, they immediately spread their head crowns, emitting a warning hiss, and dispersed to the left and right, arranging themselves into a combat formation.

And a similar scene —

— was being reflected on the giant screen at the command center through the video feed sent back from Xiangzi — Odin’s location. The military personnel tilted their heads up, holding their breath, and someone immediately turned around to deliver the intelligence to the command analysis center at the other end of the hall.

And far off, commands and reports being issued simultaneously from that direction inadvertently revealed one fact: the Night Lizard People were regrouping.

KUN stood cold-faced at one end of the hall, glancing in that direction as if somewhat aloof from the world, and he had just issued his final order: for the Silver Weslan to switch from defense to offense and firmly bite into the tail of the Night Lizard People.

Yet not many understood the significance of this action. Unlike his perpetual poker face that revealed no emotions, everyone else was filled with trepidation. They understood that clinging to a corner of the frontline battlefield would not help change Fang Hong’s situation — just a small squad of Night Lizard People slipping through could deliver a fatal blow to his plan.

The opportunity seemed slim, and success or failure hung by this single action.

Military commanders frantically shouted over the channel, ”Nether, if you hear this, respond. Have your assistant wrap it up quickly, do you hear?”

”The signs from the perimeter indicate the Night Lizard People are regrouping; you don’t have much time left — ”

”Nether, if you hear this, please respond!”

Lady Nether quietly opened the communication channel, listening to the voice of the military commander and the noise in the channel, but she stood still, gazing at the boy in the screen, seemingly unblinking for a moment, her long eyelashes motionless, yet she did not speak.

”Nether?”

”Lady Nether, did you hear that?”

The military personnel repeatedly confirmed.

So much so that Fang Hong also heard the voice and curiously asked during a lull, ”What is that?”

”It’s nothing,” Lady Nether whispered, ”it’s nothing you need to worry about, focus.”

Fang Hong acted like an obedient student, acknowledging with an ”Oh.”

Lady Nether glanced at him, then suddenly asked, ”When did you start learning this tactic?”

Fang Hong noticed she didn’t use the nickname ’Big Sister,’ a thought that flashed briefly through his mind. Regarding her question, he was slightly taken aback. Memories of the past seemed to surge up all at once, reemerging little by little in the darkness within him.

It was like a gently flowing river, silently narrating yet flowing through his heart.

When did it start?

He paused for a moment before responding, ”Probably before I entered here?”

And he thought, those who made me aware of this world were people like you.

Lady Nether stood still, glanced at him as if she caught the subtext, uttered an ”Oh,” and uncharacteristically remained silent thereafter.

The brief exchange between the two.

Meanwhile, the military’s repeated confirmations still continually emanated from the communication channel, like background noise.

But inside, Fang Hong felt unusually peaceful; he even felt that he had never been so clear-headed before — in the clarity of his mind, the thought processes of the Construct Queen were being reconstructed, unraveled, and then reenacted under her descriptive language.

That feeling also bridged the gaps between him and his past — including his journey to become a Chosen, repeated failures, relentless efforts, and starting from the first time a Clockwork Fairy took flight, it was like drawing a bright golden line in the darkness.

And that golden line —

— seemed to split all the scenes in front of him far apart.

In Fang Hong’s eyes, that was a clear divide, with him on one side of the line and the Lizard Warrior Leader and his attendants on the other. The temporal scale between the two seemed stretched, magnifying every weak link in the coordination of the Night Lizard People.

But perhaps it was not an illusion, for behind all this were the real data on the forms and all the feedback obtained by Fang Hong himself through the Clockwork Fairy.

He raised his right hand and pointed forward.

Lady Nether silently observed the paths of the two Energy Angels.

She slightly raised her eyebrows, as if letting the military personnel’s noise buzz by her ears without a word, even finding it somewhat amusing. Those unreasonable doubts seemed just like back in the day, as if she still stood in that arena facing those incredulous stares and whispered gossip.

But the Queen just smiled lightly, wishing to tell these people, just watch.

See how he will solve your questions.

She watched every maneuver by Fang Hong, every detail deconstructible and pleasing to the eye, flawless like a textbook demonstration — it was as if she herself stood there, not yet at her peak but a new star, already rising.

She still remembered that era that was hers.

And that era was now reemerging in the hands of this young man.

It was not just a golden line cutting through the darkness — it was more like the dawn on the horizon, a golden-white light dazzling the heart.

That was the blade of the Energy Angel’s arm, cutting straight forward, creating an illusion in everyone’s mind — how fast, but it wasn’t the blade that was fast, here every professional could instantly recite the standard data for the Silver Weslan Variant Sword-Bearer: