Pillar of Yita Chapter 1877 - 367: The Distant Horizon Pursued VI3

Fang Hong's unease in his heart grew more evident.

That is to say, not only the King of Sand, but Luo Yu, Xiangzi, and Gita were also in that direction. More than ten people couldn't stop the King of Sand and his nurous Imperial Knights. But what if hundreds, or even more, appeared at once? If the other side could teleport this many people to the battlefield, then they could project even more onto it.

If the opponents truly could accurately project their army to designated locations, this would be incredibly horrifying news.

However, His Majesty the King of Sand seed so caught up in the proximity of victory that he failed to realize this for the mont. But then again, in a situation like this, such an abnormality is hard for most people to associate.

But these Combat Artisans appearing out of thin air, Fang Hong always felt he had heard of such a thing sowhere. Right, the attack ten years ago, where Alchemists suddenly appeared within Istania's borders, and then disappeared as if they had never existed, leaving no trace.

How many Alchemists participated in that attack?

He suddenly realized a terrifying possibility, that his suspicions might be turning into reality.

Everything from ten years ago is reenacting.

This thought had just surfaced in his mind when he felt the Communication Crystal in his hand grow hot and turn red. Fang Hong shuddered, quickly pressed the crystal, and imdiately heard Gita's anxious voice from the other side: "Brother Ade, we were ambushed, there are hundreds, after the King of Sand divided his forces twice, we can't hold them now..."

Fang Hong hurriedly asked: "Gita, where are you?"

But the voice from the Communication Crystal suddenly vanished without a trace.

Fang Hong imdiately stood up.

But at that mont, a voice ca from behind him:

"Ade, don't worry, co with —"

Fang Hong turned to see that it was Ye Hua approaching him.

The Ranger King, the forr Chairman of the Southern Region Alliance, was looking aningfully at a row of corpses.

Then he turned his gaze back and extended his hand to Fang Hong: "Take my hand, I'll take you there."

Fang Hong's heart settled, knowing these powerful figures each had their own ans. If this Ranger King were not here, the situation might still be quite dangerous. But with his presence, those Fallen Alchemists were likely courting death.

He had always known that the Natives looked down upon the Chosen's 'self-indulgent' Ten Kings titles—perhaps in Seniman's view, Ye Hua's forr position as Chairman of the Southern Alliance far outweighed his Ten Kings title. But in the hearts of the Chosen and their fans, this ranking was naturally reversed.

Of course, the top combat power of the Natives was much higher than that of the Chosens, after all, the golden years for the Chosen lasted only ten years. While the Natives, although initially leveling slowly, can accumulate strength over ti, reaching the level of Kalatu, making it difficult for the Chosen to match.

But Ten Kings, after all, are Ten Kings.

He looked to one side at Luo Hao and said to the latter: "Protect Princess Afeifa."

Luo Hao nodded slightly.

Fang Hong then turned and reached out to shake Ye Hua's hand. Not far away, the Imperial Knights of the King of Sand had obviously heard the voice from the crystal before, turning their horses toward that direction and galloping away.

anwhile, the light on Ye Hua's armor faintly flickered, resembling the luminescence produced when the Energy Angel blinks—a Light Gate appeared in front of the two, sweeping forward and back, making their forms pass through the glow, disappearing instantly. In that mont, Fang Hong felt endless streaks of light flashing past his eyes, until after the lights faded away, his vision seed to pass through a stretched tunnel.

In an instant, returned to normal—

What appeared before him was the chaotic scene of a battle.

First, he saw the King of Sand and Count Nulman, surrounded by more than a dozen Imperial Knights in the center, amidst a sea of Constructs, Overlords, Chasers, Juvenile Dragons, and, in the distance, Annihilators. Beams of fire pierced the night, disintegrating on the Imperial Knights' shields, leaving only dark red spots.

Although the defense line had not yet broken, the situation was precarious.

The next mont, the deafening sounds of battle reached his eardrums.

Then he saw the Miss Arcanist, protected by the King of Sand and Nulman in the center, Gita, Luo Yu, and others were there, both of them constantly casting spells. But their low-level spells were ineffective against higher-level Constructs.

Fang Hong could not either.

But Ye Hua could.

The mont the Ranger King landed, he calmly opened his bow—Fang Hong didn't even have ti to see how the arrow was shot, a dark flash, and a distant, towering Construct fell to its knees with a crash, toppling forwards. But that was not the end; along a straight line behind that towering Construct, dozens of Constructs simultaneously fell in an identical manner.

Ye Hua turned back: "Ade, help locate them."

Fang Hong understood.

He initially thought he should feel excited, being able to fight alongside one of the Ten Kings.

But at the mont of truth, his heart was calm, like a mirror-stilled lake. He raised his right hand, and with a buzzing sound, a silver light rose from beside them, spreading wings, flying in all directions, like stars rising into the night sky, and in an instant, filled the entire sky.

The Alchemists hidden in the woods raised their heads, sowhat startled at this scene.

How many Combat Artisans did Barbaltan bring here?

Was Seniman's information incorrect?

Ye Hua also looked up at the star-like lights, a bit surprised.

He suddenly turned and asked:

"Ade, what level are you?"

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