He did not understand the ancient oaths between the Dragon Knights, but at this mont, he gained so enlightennts.
It seed that Tata sensed what he was thinking, but she rely nodded gently at him, then turned away. In that mont, in the bright gaze of Miss Hilveld, one could see a faint silver network between them, signifying the power of the ancient Dragon Soul.
It could establish such a connection only among those with a bond in their spirits.
It was one of Eteliria's highest oaths.
Seeing such a young Dragon Knight, Hilveld couldn't help but smile lightly, her lips curling up.
In the distance, the Annihilator's dark shell was healing, then they turned in another direction. The Dragon's Claws had almost crossed the last barrier, flying up the fault zone and gathering in this direction.
A circle of black light rippled over the Annihilator.
Wide-area Gravity Trap.
At that mont, the ordinary craftsn realized what it was and uttered an old term: "Overload Stream."
"Overload Stream?"
That was such an ancient tactic. People almost paused before recalling it, but Overload Stream was often used on individual Mana Storage Flexible Constructs. To calculate the thermal capacity of multiple Constructs simultaneously—how massive would that computation be?
But as soon as people finished speaking, they saw the glow of the Soling Matrix—the Annihilator's most powerful Attack Mode—the Overload form of Spear of Magical Power. Streams of aqua beams shot towards the pitch-black mid-air, converging into a single point, then refracting vertically in a myriad of radiance.
The Dragon's Claws, restricted by the wide-area Gravity Trap, were instantly caught in a catastrophic disaster, countless radiances piercing through them, turning them into ash. He intentionally reduced the numbers of the front line Dragon's Claws, and people quickly realized this. Although this loss was minuscule compared to their total number, it effectively halted the enemy's advance.
At this ti, Ambassador Liao was quietly asking others, "How long can we hold?"
A few top Invokers gathered and calculated briefly.
"About, less than half a minute," they responded.
Ambassador Liao pursed his lips.
The two torrents were still converging irresistibly toward the center.
The ti was one minute and twenty seconds.
As if to prove everyone's thoughts, the first batch of Dragon's Claws and the Night Lizard People approached near the drop point, where there was a smaller pyramid. They spread out near the pyramid and set up the first encirclent in this direction.
Then the Dragon's Claws launched the first wave of Attack Arrows.
Under the sowhat anxious gazes of those present, the remaining Clockwork Fairies in front of Fang Hong dwindled to less than a quarter of their number.
Tata changed tactics, using scattered scorching beams to attack the nearest enemy, and employed Gravity Traps to split the enemy formations, but it was still sowhat futile against the overwhelming number of attackers.
It was not until the Energy Angels, perched quietly on the rooftop, moved. They blinked once, like a silver line streaking horizontally through the approaching lines of Dragon's Claws, leaving three or four headless corpses to fall simultaneously.
Everyone drew a sharp intake of breath.
People found that they had not even seen the Energy Angels' Attack Movents!
What did that an?
The Energy Angels Fang Hong had controlled earlier were at best described as smooth-moving, but now, in everyone's eyes, they were more like two lethal Swordsn—
As if sensing sothing, Fang Hong looked up and glanced at Tata nearby—ever since that ti at Traveler's Rest with the Clockwork Fairies, he had always known that Miss Tata's control over Flexible Constructs was far beyond his own.
And she had ntioned before that Fairy Dragon Soul's control over Flexible Constructs was inherently different from that of a Combat Artisan; to them, it was as natural as moving their own limbs.
"Miss Tata, don't overdo it," Fang Hong couldn't help but silently remind himself.
He hadn't forgotten that he was currently doing a live broadcast—although he hadn't yet realized how wide the broadcast's reach was, Miss Tata's showcased skills were perhaps a bit too striking under the watchful eyes of everyone.
"The Annihilator is about to enter thermal overload, Mr. Knight," Tata explained very calmly.
Fang Hong understood her aning.
He simply shook his head lightly, setting down the last of the Clockwork Fairies in his hands, then stood up from the ground and softly replied, "No worries, leave the rest to —"
Under everyone's gaze, Fang Hong then raised his hand, and in a dazzling flash of light, all the matrix-aligned Clockwork Fairies were digitally stored into the crystal subspace.
He turned to Miss Fairy standing by his side and said, "For the upcoming battle, you'll support , Miss Tata."
Tata was montarily startled.
Then she nodded gently.
"Miss Hilveld," Fang Hong then turned to ask: "How are you feeling?"
Hilveld nodded lightly, indicating she was unhard.
"Follow ," Fang Hong replied.
He then looked forward, raising his right hand with the palm facing up.
A small toe appeared there, and on the round-headed leather shoe, decorated with flowers like stars, gently stepped into his palm.
Then ca the beautifully unfolding skirt like flower petals, the delicate waistline adorned with brass buttons shaped like roses, the girl's shoulders above, and silver tallic hair, evoking the Victorian Era with its ruffled, long cap.
And—
a pair of eyes filled with silvery luster, slowly opening.
It was a sowhat peaceful gaze that involuntarily cald people down.
An indescribable silence, at this very mont, swept across King's Square—
"The heavens above, what is that...!?"
People on the square felt their scalps tingle.
And everyone's mouth grew wider because they had of course heard of that legend, that most legendary profession among Combat Artisans.
And in the command center, everyone looked as if struck by Petrification Magic at this scene.
No one was unaware of what this symbolized.
Fairy Master.
He was also a Fairy Master!
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