Pillar of Yita Chapter 1660 - 296: Change of Plan (Part 2)

After he finished making these crystals, he placed them one by one at their core positions, then took a step back. The entire process didn't take much ti.

Next ca another task—

The newly installed crystals were blank, and of course couldn't be activated directly; they needed synchronization and the infusion of magic power.

In fact, this process was where the trouble lay, because if done one by one, it would consu quite a lot of ti. Counting one machine per five minutes, more than ten machines would an spending one or two hours, which they clearly didn't have. This was also why Little Fatty thought Fang Hong was joking.

But of course, Fang Hong wouldn't overlook what even layn knew well.

Just when Little Fatty was curious about what Fang Hong had installed, a bluish light suddenly shot out from the latter's hands and ford a sowhat strange, gigantic spiral-shaped construct in front of him.

The construct was initially transparent, and then gradually beca solid.

The silver-white shell shimred faintly in the darkness.

Then Fang Hong raised his right hand—

His dark pupils showed a fleeting flash of golden light, like a spark flaring quickly at the bottom of his eyes. Deep within his eyes, his fingertips slowly traced an arc in the air, leaving a ribbon of dark golden light in its wake, like an alchemy array cast with starlight, suspended in the darkness.

Beside him, the spiral-shaped magic guided construct raised each of its tendrils, which shimred with light. In just a mont, three identical arcs of light appeared in the darkness.

As Fang Hong continued to write stroke by stroke, those three arcs of light also completed together, as if soone was simultaneously drawing three scenes, finally forming a complete alchemy array, flickering with dim golden light, quietly suspended in midair.

After Fang Hong finished all this, he gently pushed forward——including the array in his hand, four arrays overlapped and entered the main crystal in the chest of the 'Knight' construct. The non-attribute main crystal's transparent internal structure flashed briefly with a faint light and then subsided.

In his magic omnidirectional instrunt, four light points imdiately appeared.

That indicated he gained control over four more magic guided constructs.

After completing all this, he moved in front of the next batch of Mares Knights, raised his right hand, and repeated the process. In just a little more than a quarter of an hour, control over more than a dozen Mares Knights completely entered his world of consciousness.

"Miss Tata."

"Ready, Mr. Knight."

A silver puppet girl appeared in Fang Hong's arms.

'She' opened her eyes, and within her crystal pupils was a sea of silver light. 'ii' raised her head, her gaze sowhat gentle and approving as she looked at the 'Mr. Knight' who was holding her in his arms and allowing her to sit on his arm. Then she nodded lightly, indicating that she was ready.

From level fourteen to now, Fang Hong had nearly four hundred in calculative power (to be exact, 378), and even if he helped the system share so pressure——after halving the calculative power required for Mares Knights, he could only control six or seven at most.

Therefore, at this ti, he needed to leverage the power of Miss Dragon Soul's Fairy Master—

Quantitatively speaking, Miss Tata could enhance his calculative power by about fifty percent, nearly two hundred, so he could barely manage to drive these twelve Mares Knights away.

However, it would require so effort.

Of course, he didn't show this 'effort' on his face, only turning back to say lightly to Little Fatty: "Little Fatty, help close their shells."

Little Fatty stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape, seemingly still not quite understanding what was happening. He looked at the beautiful 'Madam' in the crook of Fang Hong's arm, then at Fang Hong himself standing there with his right hand raised and nodded instinctively: "Okay, okay..."

The other two also each wore expressions of surprise.

They didn't understand what happened yet, bewildered but following instructions, closing the Mares Knights' shells one by one.

In fact, Little Fatty had already realized sothing during Fang Hong's second round of drawing arrays, but it just wasn't quite clear yet.

He firmly sealed the Mares Knights' exterior armor, then turned back to see—Fang Hong nodded at him. Then Fang Hong closed his eyes, lowered his wind goggles, and with a gentle swipe of his right hand from left to right, with a rumbling sound, twelve Mares Knights simultaneously took a step forward and then turned to one side.

The uniform action of the twelve heavy constructs was so eye-catching that it drew the attention of nearly everyone in the warehouse.

"What the hell!"

Those two mbers of the Shield of Lufu nearly jumped at the sight.

Although Eteliria had no shortage of high-level combat artisans, not to ntion the Ten Kings or native artisan masters, Fang Hong's calculative power couldn't compare to those second or third-tier combat artisans of the Second World.

Although the mbers of the Shield of Lufu were not ignorant—we can hardly use that term for an official summoner—the flow of information in the community was so fast that almost no official summoner didn't keep up with the developnts in super competitive gaming.

They had seen top-level competitions, the Ten Kings level big shots, those were not unfamiliar sights. But the scene unfolding here was not just rare—it was a spectacle they had never seen before.