Pillar of Yita

”The first one.”

Someone nearby instinctively tried to come to the rescue.

The bow of the Ranger King immediately pointed in that direction, and the second red shadow fell.

”The second one.”

At this moment, a Construct broke through the defenses of the Imperial Knights on the battlefield.

Ye Hua once again turned his bow, drew and shot an arrow, which accurately passed through the dense Constructs, hitting the front limb joints of that Construct, causing it to crash down.

”This is the third one.”

Beneath the massive Construct debris, Gita was gasping, her little face pale as she watched the scene.

Behind her, Luo Yu pulled her back, shouting loudly, ”Gita, we’re ready to counterattack.”

Miss Natural Historian then exhaled lightly and nodded with effort.

But before that, she couldn’t help but raise her head to look at the night sky, where the sparkling Silverlight was reflected in her deep, dark eyes, like a fine line passing through the girl’s heart, slowly extending in the night sky—

”Captain Ade...”

...

The silver blade had already pierced through the heart of a Giant.

And the golden clouds behind were splintering, unable to muster a decent offensive anymore.

The craftsmen in the Forest seemed to have forgotten what was truly deadly for a moment, with only one thing left in their minds: directing their Clockwork Fairies to escape in all directions. This wasn’t because these people were too foolish, but rather because the ’Sword of Damocles’ hanging over everyone’s heads exerted tremendous pressure on them.

When did people last witness such combat?

The battles between Clockwork Fairies had long been sealed in the history of the Numelin Elves.

And Fang Hong’s gaze observed this scene unfolding through each Communication Crystal of the silver Bee Swarm from a high vantage point. Contrary to the craftsmen, he was so calm it was almost abnormal, realizing the opportunity’s emergence in an instant.

The silver blades did not continue the chase.

They moved straight forward, sweeping above the Forest—

The craftsmen hadn’t yet reacted.

But their astonished, confused expressions had already fallen one by one into Fang Hong’s eyes.

As the silver Bee Swarm dispersed and flashed past the treetops, Fang Hong had already marked each position below, each a dimly glittering red light flickering between the dark Forest. With a swipe of his hand, he transferred this image from his system to the floating window before Ye Hua.

The glowing light reflected on the Ranger King’s face.

Ye Hua gave a faint smile, looked at him.

Then, he gave him a thumbs up.

He drew out a somewhat special arrow. It was a cyan arrow, its point seemingly preserved within a crystal clear Crystal, though not an Explosive Crystal, but a type of Crystal Fang Hong had never seen before—the shaft forged with Cold Iron, the fletching inlaid with Pegasus Feather.

Ye Hua drew the bowstring, aimed in a direction, he only aimed for a moment, then released the bowstring. The arrow transformed into a blue light, plunged into the Forest afar, accurately hitting the first light spot, penetrating the latter, and after that, the light scattered, turning into shimmering raindrops, rushing into the dark Woodland.

Each beam of light opened, flew back, accurately hitting a light spot. In Fang Hong’s ’Bee Swarm’ Vision, every dim red light marked disappeared, just this one arrow wiped out nearly a fifth of the map’s light spots.

The craftsmen in the Woodland only watched as the dreamlike lights traversed between the trees.

Companions toppled over like dominoes, the soft sounds falling on their ears, only resembling the advancing footsteps of Death.

Only then did people awaken from their dream, realizing the true nature of Death.

”Don’t get tangled up with those ’Fairies’—” A voice came from everyone’s Communication Crystal at this moment: ”If they come down, use the Annihilator against them.”

”Dispatch a third of the forces to deal with those two people.”

”Especially that one...”

”...Dragon Hunter.”

An ancient and simple strategy: capture the leader first.

A third of the Flexible Constructs on the battlefield moved, turned towards Fang Hong and Ye Hua’s direction.

Ye Hua was ready to shift his target, to deal with the Flexible Constructs first, but Fang Hong reached out to stop him.

”Don’t worry about them, Great God Ye Hua, you go deal with those craftsmen.”

The Ranger King looked slightly surprised at his words.

But Fang Hong knew that the Flexible Constructs were just consumables to the craftsmen. He suddenly recalled that warehouse of Flexible Constructs he saw in Tansnier, though it had already been cleared by the Arcanists.

However, the Blind Followers’ preparations were certainly not limited to that place alone. Over ten years, who knew how many backup plans they prepared for this operation. Just from these suddenly appearing craftsmen, it could be seen that the attack from ten years ago was merely a rehearsal for today’s event.

If one only killed the Flexible Constructs, even if the mana of their Magic Guided Reactors ran out, they couldn’t kill them all.

Fang Hong turned back, meeting the other’s gaze, and answered firmly: ”I will hold them back.”

Ye Hua was taken aback, immediately asking: ”How long can you hold them?”

”About a minute.”

Fang Hong paused for a moment, asked: ”Is it enough?”

Ye Hua smiled: ”That’s enough.”