Pillar of Yita

Without a second thought, he began to summon his Energy Angel—but just at that moment, a sudden loud crash erupted, and Fang Hong turned his head just in time to see the glass curtain wall of the Holy Sanctuary collapsing inward.

Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone in the grand hall, a towering Iron Giant burst through the window, aiming a punch at the man who was sprinting forward.

However, the man seemed to have anticipated the attack, his figure subtly shifting, moving aside from the punch with an afterimage trailing behind him, like a weird slide to the right while seemingly continuing to sprint forward just moments before.

Intuitive Dodge, Fang Hong immediately realized what Skill it was.

The threat level of the man in his eyes shot up. Although Intuitive Dodge is a Level 16 Skill and the Nightingale and a few other professions could achieve its prerequisite at Level 15, it was clear from the man’s movement that he was a Strength System character.

The unintentional display of strength that almost knocked him to the ground also served as evidence of this.

This meant that the man’s Level could be very high—

”Iron Golem!” A few Guild Invokers inside the hall clearly hadn’t noticed this, and could only cry out in shock at this moment.

Fang Hong turned back to see the Iron Golem that had broken through the window, shrouded in a black, fog-like aura, covered with Magic Runes, and approximately two and a half men tall with a massive build—this was a Magic Guided Conductor’s Level 25 summoned Create, the Iron Golem.

And the Iron Golem was a specialized Skill of the Epasen Steel Council’s Magic Guided Conductors. Not every Invoker had the privilege to join this elite Magic Guided Council. Fang Hong had thought that a native Magic Guided Conductor from the Steel Council had arrived, but to his surprise, a moment later, a Mage wearing a gray robe walked in, holding a staff in one hand and a book in the other, stepping over the shards of glass on the ground.

That person was very young, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. A Magic Guided Conductor of the Council of Steel at that age could only be an Invoker. When Fang Hong saw the other’s Magic Guided Reactor, his eyelids twitched.

Stardust-432, an SEM model Magic Guided Reactor, the ”Stardust” series from Sanxiak’s ”Night Sky Workshop” was among the topmost reactors, enjoying the same prestigious status in Magic Guided field as the ”Central Nerve” system did among Combat Artisans.

To put it simply, it was the most expensive model available on the market, and furthermore, it was military-grade.

The 432 series indicated this wasn’t some child’s toy reactor like his Emerald Bird αAE; this was a Level 30+ Magic Guided Reactor, which, in Fang Hong’s eyes, spelled out two words—exorbitantly priced.

And at the same time, it also suggested that the Magic Guided Conductor’s Level and strength were terrifyingly high.

Upon entering, the young Mage glanced at Fang Hong and the others before quickly drawing symbols of light in the air with his fingers—then pointed forward, and two beams of red light shot out from the metallic tips of his right hand, parting to form a Barrier top and bottom.

The barrier separated the Guild Chosen and others under the Angina Statue from the rest, but included Fang Hong and Hilveld within it. Then, the young man turned to Fang Hong and said, ”Help me block this man’s escape and protect the others from harm—”

Fang Hong was taken aback, his heart filled with astonishment. How had this man discerned he was the most powerful among them? But there was no time for him to reflect, as the Mage gestured to his chest, ”You’re a Combat Artisan, right?”

Fang Hong glanced at the Black Crystal on his chest and understood it was the Projection Crystal that had given him away; no one but Combat Artisans wore such things.

And since the Black Crystal was of high Rank, the Mage had likely judged his strength based on it, as in Eteliria those with a certain level of Equipment typically possess considerable strength.

He nodded, then extended his right hand to open a pale blue Light Gate; he had already planned to apprehend the man possibly connected to the Dragon Worshipper, and the Magic Guided Conductor’s proposal coincided with his intent.

Meanwhile, the Guild Chosen and bystanders were still coming to grips with what happened—why had he agreed so readily? They, of course, could tell the Mage was of high Level, not least because of the Iron Golem Statue, which said it all.

While the ragged-looking man didn’t seem like much of a threat, if an enemy that even the Mage needed help to stop, how weak could he truly be? They were only around Levels 14 and 15; this was a battle akin to deities clashing.

And to their eyes, Fang Hong appeared even weaker.

But as those people were gaping, hesitant about whether or not to speak up, they saw a blue Light Gate open, and a gracefully gleaming Construct appeared beside him.

”Energy Angel!”

The Variant Sword-Bearer of Silver Weslan was famously well-known; all—especially the Combat Artisans—recognized it, its reputation extensive. Even the Mage, evidently from the Steel Council, turned back to give Fang Hong a serious look for the first time.

Then he nodded to him.

Perhaps the surprise was that he encountered an affiliate of the Silver Weslan branch here, but it was a pleasant surprise. Although there were many Silver Weslan branches, their selection of members was extremely stringent, resulting in uniformly high-quality ranks.

He probably hadn’t expected that the assistant he chose randomly from the crowd would turn out to be someone reliable.

As for the wanted man, he seemed to sense the threat and took a step back, losing his rationality; he growled at the two like a wild beast. The sound was deep and hoarse, utterly unlike a human voice, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The others in the grand hall, upon hearing it, could not help but feel their scalps tingle.

What on earth was this thing?

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