Pillar of Yita

The Elfendo Spire is the invincible protector of this city; as long as the Alchemists are still here, everything will be safe and sound.

At this very moment, the people in the square are almost wholeheartedly focused on these final two competitions—or possibly the final one, as the points for the main match are calculated based on the lowest score.

The square is so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Tianlan clenched his fists, too nervous to even take a breath.

Amidst the crowd, Su Changfeng looked at the dwarf goblin squeezing beside him, smiled without speaking, and handed a note to the goblin before pointing to the competition arena. The goblin gestured back, patting his chest.

Su Changfeng nodded.

Only then did the goblin grasp the note tightly, turn around, and weave back into the crowd, disappearing from sight.

Su Changfeng looked up and glanced distantly at his daughter.

Sophie was whispering with Xi, and whatever was said, the latter only nodded lightly.

Meanwhile, the wandering horse clearly couldn’t notice these details on the arena—his gaze was fixed on Fang Hong. He seemed somewhat nervous, disturbed by the chatter in the live chat.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, reopened them, pondered briefly, then slowly tapped the screen, closing the live chat for the first time.

Inside the box, the craftsmen from Elfendo were still whispering:

”The girl from Ragnarok used Ancient Alchemy again.”

”But the other contestant didn’t.”

”Did you notice her creations are the same as last time, unlike Cui Yu?”

”Are you saying they only know how to create that one thing? How could that be possible?”

But their discussion was suddenly interrupted by a low laugh from the square.

Everyone turned their heads.

The laughter was coming from the Shadow Throne team.

The captain stood there blushing, unmoving.

Clearly, he had no idea how to make a dual-use Magic Guided Reactor. It’s not surprising, as large-scale Magic Guided Conductors are not typically accessible at this stage.

On the other hand, Golande’s team was slightly better; the craftsman of the Silver Forest Spear had already set up a frame, but progress was similarly slow.

Even the genius girl from the Ancient Tower, Vikki, encountered significant trouble. She was frowning deeply, attempting to recall and restore those techniques from memory. Unlike the others, she had learned some experience in making large-scale Magic Guided Conductors.

She just wasn’t very proficient at it.

Sweat quickly trickled down her cheeks.

The five arenas were arranged in a circular pattern, surrounding the statue of Angina in the center of the square; the Shadow Throne, Golande, and the Ancient Tower Artisan Guild were located at the northeast, north, and northwest directions respectively.

Facing the Elfendo Spire, the atmosphere on the east side of the square was somewhat eerie—a complete silence.

That was the arena of the Elfendo Council.

Sounds of gasping came one after another.

Meanwhile, more expansive vision in the livestream was filled with sounds of shock:

”Holy crap!”

”Are they cheating?”

”How can the speed be so fast!?”

”Is this guy a shipbuilder?”

On the stands, Lord Earl calmly watched as one component after another was produced by his prized student like an assembly line.

Even in slightly more complex areas, the student would only think briefly before proceeding with production. He employed a style vastly different from others, astonishing the craftsmen present:

”This technique...”

”Wait, is this truly the Ancient Tower School.”

”The Ancient Tower School is a very ancient school, hasn’t it already been lost?”

”I remember the Ancient Tower School was known for its expertise in large-scale Magic Guided Conductors.”

”No wonder he’s using the Dragon Strike Gun.”

All eyes involuntarily turned to Westwood Sibika, the Countess.

She merely narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled with satisfaction—her chosen student was certainly not ordinary.

Knowledgeable people were clearly not limited to the grand artificers on the stands; the murmurs in the square grew steadily louder—to the point that Vikki vaguely heard the discussion below. She paused for a moment, looked up—not wiping the crystal-clear sweat from her forehead—and just silently stared in that direction, instinctively biting her lip.

To reach this level was almost her limit.

The ’Ancient Tower School’ was a sharp reminder to her—as a Chosen from the Ancient Tower background, she naturally knew of this school. Over a hundred years ago, it was the pride of the Ancient Tower people.

If not for the calamity of the Dragon Witch.

Perhaps the Ancient Tower people’s Alchemy wouldn’t be what it is today.

She lowered her head again, letting the sweat slide down her cheeks.

But in that moment she dropped her head, her gaze suddenly froze in one direction—

It was to the southwest corner of the square.

Vikki nearly dropped her work as if she’d been shocked by electricity.

She stared blankly at that face:

”...How could it be him?”

Vikki seemed to have seen a nightmare.

Inside the livestream—

The wandering horse’s gaze also froze simultaneously.

Different from the others, he had focused only on Fang Hong and Elfendo’s Rolin from the start, and he was only slightly surprised seeing Rolin’s actions—only if Fang Hong starts crafting.

His gaze was already completely dazed.

Unlike others, Fang Hong’s first creation was the Main Core Crystal of the Magic Guided Reactor.