Four minutes and forty-seven seconds.

Fang Yu turned off the main communication channel, leaving only the vision of the clockwork fairy in mid-air. The crowd looked down on him through this fixed perspective—neither near nor far, just watching him unfold more than a dozen flexible installations of all sizes in the rain of light. The high and low constructs are like quiet sentinels, and the alchemists who surround them reflect the cold light of metal on the outside.

Fang Yu held a clockwork goblin in his hand, looking at the matrix floating in mid-air, it was a golden clockwork goblin, he gently turned his right hand, let the palm up, and the gears and meters on the metal gloves rotated.

On the other hand, countless golden balls undulated, and the threads of the ether that people could not see were connected to the main crystal of the Fang Plover Demon Guide Furnace, and to the main control crystal of the Clockwork Fairy Cluster.

And in between, leave a mark on each other.

Fang Plover activates every clockwork elf. People saw the dark red matte light up and out in turn under each brass shell, like a sea of light, most people understood the meaning of this move, but their hearts were full of doubts, why do you activate so many clockwork goblins, is it really useful?

Fang Yuan silently flipped his palm, severing the connection between the clockwork elves and the teleportation crystals, allowing them to fall to the ground one by one.

Then he looked quietly to the side, where, in the space beyond the view of man, there was a little lady, with four feathers as thin as the wings of a cicada, long hair as green as a waterfall, and the quiet light in the pupils, like an ancient well, unaffected by the external tide of enemies.

"Miss Tata."

An imperceptible silver light flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes, Tata nodded, the two didn't need to communicate more, a thousand words, all in a flash, flowed in their hearts at the same time.

Both of them stretched out their hands, fingertips and fingertips, a pair in mid-air. In the eyes of others, they only saw Fang Yu stretching out his index finger, and in the void in front of him, a faint silver network was centered there, spreading out in all directions.

But what it is, people don't know, even the underworld and Virus have no answer in their hearts, the two only feel a slight surprise, but they didn't speak, the alchemists have too many secrets, maybe it's some kind of enhancement plug-in, but it may be something else, everything is inconclusive.

Only the Stygian felt a little familiar—it was like a transfer of the elf's computing power, forming a network of the system's computing power and sharing it with others, but the thought only flashed through her mind: where did the elf envoy come from? Where did the others come from?

And in the headquarters of the Kaulin-Ishurian craftsmen, in the office of the minister of the crystal department, there was a loud bang at this moment-

Fareth Tongwan slapped the things on the table almost to the ground, and the little old man leaned back in his chair and couldn't help laughing:

"That's it, Guardian of the Tower of Silver, I found you, Miss Five——!"

That's the dragon soul.

But it's not a dragon soul in the ordinary sense.

He was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up, tears and snot.

But smiling and smiling, the old man's face darkened a little, only his eyes were red, and his white beard was still shaking: "Look, look, that guy succeeded, he proved that you and I were all wrong, ridiculously wrong——"

He couldn't help but sigh, and under the snow-white eyebrows, two cloudy eyes looked fixedly at Fang Yu in the communication crystal: "Work hard, Ms. Tata......"

Three minutes and fifty seconds.

Two black tides had already overflowed the nearest street, and there was a last barrier between them and the square plover, that is, the rift formed by the previous earthquake, and the collapsed and fractured buildings formed a natural barrier.

And people only expected Fang Yu to quickly pack up his supplies and leave this place, because the encirclement had not yet been fully formed, and there was still a glimmer of life before the two tides converged.

But to their surprise, Fang Yu appeared very calm and did not move.

The glimmer of light in the darkness only reflected the young man's focused expression at the moment, exhaustion and old wounds, so that his face was no longer as healthy as before, showing a pale color, and his forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat at this moment, and only the dark and dull eyes still reflected that little flickering light.

At this distance, it was even difficult to see the movement of his hands at the moment.

Only Sylvid sat weakly on the edge of the crystal beside him, watching the big boy's serious moves, watching as Fang Ou held each clockwork elf in his hand, so that a phantom of the shell was overlapping the brass orb, and the silver glow flashed on the orb, and then he turned his hand and set it aside.

But in the eyes of others, Fang Yu just gently picked up a clockwork fairy in his left hand, and then put it down again.

This strange behavior made them both anxious and puzzled:

What the hell is he doing?

Why don't you leave this place yet?

This is a question that people have in their minds at the moment.

"Mr. Ambassador?" Inside the command center, the military personnel also turned around with some puzzlement.

But the ambassador only shook his head slightly.

"Trust Mr. Char."

There was silence.

Perhaps, at this moment, they can only choose to trust.

But people naturally couldn't see the eyes of the calm fairy lady who was hanging in the air at the moment in front of Fang Ou - under Tata's long eyelashes, her light green eyes were staring at the two 'storms' in the sky.

But it was as if she had only seen two gurgling and gentle rivers, which seemed calm and harmless.

Then she raised her hand and stretched out her five fingertips in turn, slender and delicate.

"Silver Tower, listen to me—"

The next moment, people watched the scene with their mouths wide open, in disbelief.

Beside Fang Yuan, the outermost four Annihilator QV700 flashed a dull red light inside at the same time, and at the same time swirled and rose, with him/her as the center, they jointly opened their main panels, facing the enemy in the distance, revealing the hideous main crystal.

"What!"

A commotion swept through the crowd.

The thought flashed through their minds at the same time—did he intend to stand here and fight, and defend himself against this monster that was pouring in like a tidal wave? But how is this possible, how is it possible, and what is the point?

Crazy?

But what's even more surprising is that-

Who is controlling these flexible structures at this moment?

Tata only gently swiped his hand down from left to right.

"Magic Spear."

There was a dead silence in the square.

The light that suddenly lit up in the darkness was like the light in everyone's eyes.

The light was fading away, like a meteor in the sky, cutting through four bright lines into the dark cluster of the night lizardmen.

The beam of light lit up a dazzling flash of light from front to back, and the aether magic was compressed into one point, which produced an explosion when it hit the obstacle, and the bright brilliance, the strong air flow blew the night lizard people to the side, and four huge gaps were created at the front of the front of the line in an instant, and the attack momentum of the night lizard people was stagnant for a while.

They seem to pause, looking to see what is attacking them.

But all they can wait for may be a call they don't hear:

"Overload, light rain."

Miss Fairy's voice was soft and soft, but word by word, and the words were clear.

The crystal inside the Annihilation QV700 instantly became extremely dazzling, like a spinning star, radiating incomparable light and heat, and its tilted panel opened up again, spinning obliquely into the air, radiating a rain of light to the dark underground world.

The golden-red beam, one after the other, like an arrow off the string, lit up the black and dull metal shell again and again, and shot into the distance in the direction her fingertips were pointing under Tata's calm command.

Sixty-four successively.

In the darkness like a golden rain fell, the front row of the night lizardmen fell in unison, this time, the night lizardmen had to disperse, avoid those collapsed and broken buildings, they are fearless, but they are not stupid, until they find out the frequency of the enemy's attack, they will not rush forward - to seek advantage and avoid harm, is the instinct of biology.

Three cents.

"The offensive has slowed down!"

The crowd was talking, and the tone was full of incredulity.

Everyone watched this scene, and they didn't understand how Fang Yu was controlling these annihilators, although the other party's right hand had been pointing in that direction (it was actually the direction where Tata was), but all the time - he didn't look up at the outside world around him!

Is it through a clockwork goblin?

All eyes are on the Virus.

Virus's cold expression froze for a moment, and although she was reluctant, she still looked at the underworld on the side.

"He's modifying those clockwork elves......" It took a moment for the Makeover Queen to tell a somewhat unbelievable truth. Even her own tone became a little strange at this moment.

"Wait a minute," Dawn asked, hearing the meaning of her words, "You mean he's using the Craftsman System?" ”

KUN was handing over his work and walked over from the other side, and he was stunned when he heard this.

Ming hesitated for a moment, and replied with an embarrassed but polite smile.

"But he's still controlling the Annihilators?"

"Almost, that's ......"

"So, have any of you ever heard of such a thing before?" Dawn turned around and asked everyone else.

Everyone in the hall shook their heads.

People have even forgotten the fact that Fang Ou Quadruple Annihilator QV700 is not much different from the Dual Control Energy Angel - of course, in the eyes of ordinary level combat craftsmen, it is already a fantasy ability.

And except in the command center.

Elsewhere, there was some uneasiness among those who followed the scene.

Hindering the opponent's offensive for a while is at least far from repelling the enemy. They also didn't believe that Fang Yu could repel so many enemies with the strength of his previous attacks, and judging from the strength of his previous attacks, it was far from enough.

But Fang Yu was concentrating on the clockwork fairy in his hand from beginning to end, which only filled people with puzzlement.

What the hell is he doing?

Isn't he aware of the danger around him?

Two minutes and thirty seconds.

"And half there."

Fang Yu said to Tata in his heart.

Miss Fairy was indifferent and only nodded, and Fang Yu naturally felt the other party's thoughts from his heart: "I will do my best, Mr. Knight." ”

He paused for a moment and looked up, "Don't force yourself, Tata," he gestured to the work at hand, "Actually, a little more of these would be fine." ”

But Tata only shook her head calmly, and she replied, "Mr. Knight—"

"The soul of the dragon is born for its knights."

"And we, always give it our all—"

Fang Yu fell.

He opened his mouth and looked at the other party, as if there was something unspeakable in his heart—he suddenly had a thought, between Miss Tata and him, between the dragon knight and the dragon soul, it seemed that it was not just a contract.

He didn't know the ancient oaths between those dragon knights, but at this moment he had some more understanding.

Tata seemed to feel what was in his heart, but only nodded to him slightly, and then turned away, and at that moment, only in the bright eyes of Sylvid on the side, a faint silver network could be seen between the two, which was the power of the ancient dragon soul.

It is between people who have the same heart and soul that such a connection is established.

It was one of Aitalia's high vows.

And for such a young dragon knight, Sylvid couldn't help but smile lightly, the corners of her mouth turned up.

In the distance, the dark shell of the Annihilator was healing, and then they turned in the other direction, the dragon's minions nearly past the last barrier, and they flew up the fault zone, hugging in this direction.

A circle of black light rippled above the Annihilator.

Large-area gravity traps.

At this time, the more ordinary craftsmen present saw something, and spat out such a somewhat archaic word from their mouths: "Overload." ”

"Overload current?"

What an old tactic it was, and people almost remembered it for a moment, but overload is often used in a single flexible configuration of the storage system, and the heat capacity of multiple structures must be calculated at the same time - how much computation is this?

But as soon as the words fell, they saw the light of the Thorin phalanx—that was the Annihilator's strongest attack—the overloaded form of the Magic Spear, and the cyan beams of light were shot into the pitch-black mid-air one by one, converging into one point, and then refracted vertically in a thousand brilliance.

The dragon's minions, confined by the massive gravity trap, were instantly plunged into a catastrophe of annihilation, and countless radiances pierced through them and turned them into flying ashes. He was deliberately reducing the number of dragon's minions in the front row, and it was quickly apparent that this loss was a fraction of the total number of them, but it was effective in stopping the opponent's progress.

At this time, Ambassador Liao was asking others in a low voice: "How long can it be delayed?" ”

A few top Electors gathered together and did a little math.

"About, less than half a minute."

Ambassador Liao pursed his lips.

The two torrents are still irrepressibly converging towards the center.

The time is one minute and twenty seconds.

As if to confirm what the crowd thought, the first group of dragon minions and the night lizardmen approached the drop-off point, where there was a smaller pyramid that spread out to the left of the pyramid, spreading its first fence in this direction.

Then the dragon's minions unleashed their first wave of attack arrows.

In the somewhat anxious gaze of everyone, there were about a quarter of the clockwork goblins left in front of Fang Yuan.

Tata changed his tactics and used scattered scorching rays to attack the closest enemies, and gravity traps to split the enemy's attacking formation, but it was still somewhat useless in the face of such a large number of attackers.

Until the energy angels that had been resting quietly on the roof moved, they each flickered once, like a silver thread running left and right between the queues of approaching dragon minions, and three or four headless corpses fell at the same time.

Everyone gasped.

People found out that they didn't even see the attack of the Angel of Energy!

What is this concept?

The Angel of Energy controlled by Fang Yu before could be called smooth at most, and at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the Angel of Energy was more like two deadly swordsmen-

Fang Yu seemed to feel something, raised his head, and looked at Tata not far away—ever since the Traveler's Rest manipulation of the Clockwork Elf, he had always known that Miss Tata's control of flexible construction was far beyond his own.

And she also said that the control of the fairy dragon soul for flexible construction is actually different from that of the combat craftsman, and for them, this is just a matter of fingers.

"Miss Tata, don't be exaggerated."

Fang Yu couldn't help but whisper a reminder in his heart.

He hadn't forgotten that he was doing a live broadcast - although he hadn't expected the scope of the broadcast to be extensive, but in front of everyone, Miss Tata's skill was a bit too much.

"The Annihilator is going into thermal overload, Mr. Knight." Tata explained very quietly.

Fang Yu could understand what she meant.

He only shook his head slightly, and was putting down the last clockwork goblin in his hand, then stood up from the ground and replied softly, "It's okay, I'll leave it to me next-"

Under the eyes of everyone, Fang Yu raised his hand at the same time, and in a dazzling flash, all the clockwork goblins arranged in the matrix were stored in the subspace in the crystal by him.

He looked at Miss Fairy on the side before saying, "You will assist me in the next battle, Miss Tata." ”

Tata was stunned.

Then he nodded slightly.

"Miss Sylvide," Fang Ou asked, turning back, "how are you recovering?" ”

Sylvid nodded slightly, indicating that she was fine.

"Keep up with me."

Fang Yu replied.

At the same time, he looks ahead and raises his right hand so that his palm is up.

Where a small toe appeared, on top of the round-toed leather shoes, inlaid with star-like flowers, gently stepping on the palm of his hand.

Then there is the ornate petal-like skirt leaves, the delicate waist, the brass buttons inlaid like roses, and the girl's shawl, silver metal hair, and a long ruffled hat full of Victorian style.

and—

A pair of eyes full of silver that are slowly opening.

It was a somewhat calming, involuntarily calming gaze.

An indescribable silence, at this moment, swept over the whole of King's Square—

"Saints, what ......!?"

In the square, people are feeling their scalps tingling.

And everyone's mouths opened wider and wider, because of course they had heard of that legend, the most legendary profession among the battle craftsmen.

And in the command center, everyone watched this scene as if they had been hit by a petrified magic.

No one doesn't know what that means.

Goblin Messenger.

He's also a goblin messenger!

……