In the picture, the battlefield showed a one-sided trend, where the magic furnace structures on the empire's side surged toward the position like waves.
It seems countless, but it will eventually come to an end.
The players of the Lavender Craftsmen Guild could hardly understand what was happening in front of them - why did their opponents use flexible structures so much?
The strangulation in the sky has long ended. The banshee structure that covered the sky like dark clouds turned into nothingness. The airship in the sky was also on fire and burning, falling with thick smoke. From time to time, a ball of flame rose up, emitting a dazzling sound.
, the explosion of fire.
The battle on the ground has no need to be described in detail. Those mysterious dragon-hunting cavalry-specialized structures considered by the imperial people firmly occupy the shooting position, and the magic furnace creatures can't even break away from the first enemy in front of them.
A line of defense.
In the defense line there, complete structures such as Walker K-2/K-3 could be seen at the beginning. They were thrown into the battle against the magic furnace creatures regardless of losses. The Imperials used their strength in numbers.
Swarm up and start the battle with more people surrounding you and less people.
In the past, the opponent would always be in a situation like this, and would quickly lose its fighting chance due to the deformation of tactics. However, after being broken through by the black tide-like magic furnace army, the players of the White Tree Society retreated in such a desperate battle.
of.
But this time the Imperials encountered an unexpected situation. The Dragon Alchemist didn't seem to care about the flexible structures in his hands. Those K-2/K-3 walkers were like magic furnace creatures.
He gave up easily and cheaply.
They don't seem to be the backbone of this level of constructs, but just cannon fodder. The difference is that the Imperials use magic furnace creatures as cannon fodder, while Fang Plover uses third-level constructs, and the basic level is close to level 20 walking
K-3 as cannon fodder.
It was the same cannon fodder, but there was a difference in quality - this really made the people of the Empire feel a little overwhelmed.
Normally, one K-3 can deal with three or even four magic furnace creatures. Then it is surrounded by those spider-like structures, swarmed up and torn into pieces. The Imperial people can also accept such losses.
Because their magic furnace creatures are more than ten times the level three flexible structures owned by normal players.
Even if the battle loss ratio is exchanged, they can easily win every battle. The art of war has basically lost its meaning on such a battlefield. The breakthrough on the battlefield is that the density of constructs invested on one surface exceeds the exchange ratio.
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Then just wait for the opponent's front to collapse.
This is what the Imperials call such tactics - Tide of Steel, or Meat Grinder. It was some kind of verification after their technological innovation, and it was also their first public performance in front of the world.
It would have brought about an era of change.
And slowly opened the curtain on the future promised by the empire.
It’s just that at this moment, this revolution seems to have hit an impenetrable iron wall from the beginning - the players of the Lavender Craftsmen Association chose to give up the good battle loss ratio and chose to use industrial power to defeat cleverness.
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But they soon discovered that their opponents were no coincidence at all. Behind the constantly melting Walker K-3 was a continuously replenishing front line. As many Walkers fell, as many Walkers came out of the forest to fill their original positions.
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The magic furnace creature's ice and snow melted, and the battle line remained motionless.
The long front is like a thin wall under the torrent, seemingly crumbling, but always maintaining flexibility.
Looking from above, the audience's view was even more suffocating. What the Imperial people saw was just a corner of the battlefield, and in the forest, more than twenty Kraken constructs were continuously spitting out like a complete production line.
troops.
The shaped walkers K-2/K-3 were stacked aside like standard parts in a large factory, forming a huge array in the forest. They just lowered their heads, rows and rows.
Silent.
Quietly.
As silently spectacular as the Terracotta Warriors and Horses.
It wasn't until a corresponding number of constructs were consumed that a corresponding number of walkers were awakened. Red light flashed in the sophisticated visual devices. They raised their heads and walked forward, walking out of the forest and joining the war.
That silent and strange scene was in sharp contrast to the fierce fighting in the valley outside. The empire's persistence and what they thought was hope were like a clown in the eyes of many people watching this scene.
Outside the arena, many imperial nobles looked at this scene with pale faces. They had never seen such a one-sided scene in a similar competition. Maybe there was, but the empire should also be on the side with the absolute advantage.
Many images flashed through the minds of those older nobles, including those bloody battlefields. They may have been on the enemy side of the empire for the first time in their lives, imagining those mountain people and barbarians - witnessing the rise of the stars of the empire.
The surprise and despair in my heart at that moment.
Those old veterans of the empire even cursed, holding the canes in their hands tightly, veins sprouting, and leaning on the ground with force. Many people just woke up from their dreams and protested to the organizers of the event in their capacity:
Is that country bumpkin from Kaolin always cheating?
Did he grasp a loophole in some rules in the sea of trees?
Otherwise how could it be so?
Everyone says that magical skills create miracles.
But when the real miracle is born, people only have fear in their hearts.
Just like those dirty workers in lower Manchester centuries ago, they were looking at those roaring steel giants from the permeable steam. The power blooming from the coal and flames would definitely change a world.
era.
But before that era came, the first thing people felt was that they were at a loss as to what to do.
That was not the first time that humans feared their own creation.
What is shown behind it is a picture of the future that is unfamiliar to them and cannot be fathomed. In the vast and majestic tide of the times, the power of individuals seems so small.
It's like a great voice echoing in everyone's heart - all the stability and established things about the past will be broken.
People can only drift helplessly in the unpredictable torrent. Social changes are just around the corner. The originally fragile relationships will be broken again and again, but what the world sees is not only joy.
More of a feeling of uneasiness and confusion.
The Imperial people are in such confusion.
That seemed to be the first time in sixty years that they felt real threats and stings. The tide of the magic furnace that was being submerged was just like the future of the empire they saw, which seemed to be prosperous.
In fact, it is falling apart.
But those high-ranking traditional supporters, the established defenders of the empire's interests, and the high-ranking nobles were still looking forward to the final verdict, but they were already shattered - a response came from the Silver Tower quickly.
The game continues as usual——
Many people's faces turned blood red, got up angrily, cursed and left, no longer watching this 'ridiculous' scene - it was a scene that could never be staged in reality, and naturally it was just a scene in this game.
a joke.
The authority of the Silver Tower will inevitably be shaken by this 'joke'.
The hearts of those who left were full of hatred.
But there are still rational people who stay, carefully watching Fang Plover's operation, trying to find loopholes, and guessing how long it will take for this technology to be born in the real world?
And that short period of time should be the opportunity the empire still has.
Regardless of which state of mind, the entire arena was completely silent. In the past, the great arena in Appenande was often filled with the sounds of roaring mountains and tsunamis, but today it was rare to hear a needle drop.
Guland looked at this scene in disbelief. He opened his mouth to ask something, but he did not dare to disturb Fang Plover, who was deeply absorbed in his mind at this moment.
But at the center of the storm, the person involved yawned - and soon felt that he had delayed the time for too long, and that such a show of skill was of little significance to him -
Because staging this good show relies heavily on the power of several secondary mechanical artifacts in the world of the sea of trees.
In the real world, Kraken is subject to many constraints. There are limits to computing power and magic power, at least relative to the limits of craftsmen. However, the support for multiple parallelism in the world of the Sea of Trees has actually reached its maximum limit.
This greatly reduces the pressure on the calculation itself.
It is not impossible to say that he is exploiting a loophole, but this loophole is the same for everyone. Its essence is the analysis of multiple parallelisms, but he happens to have different skills.
He happened to go deep into it, and began to study the structure of the Siren's structure in Instania.
All the efforts in the past have become part of this shocking experiment at this moment, but the exquisite skills of the craftsmen——
It comes from daily accumulation.
The Empire's magic furnace construction did not take advantage of this rule. Fang Plover was actually quite curious about the magic furnace creatures. He didn't know how far the Empire had gone in researching the star device behind it. If possible -
—He doesn’t mind exchanging opinions with the Imperial people.
But that was after the game.
Fang Plover decided to speed up the process.
After all, Xiaoyao could only delay the pace of the Imperial Workshop at most. To stop the two Imperial Twins, plus a student of the Gray King, even if he added the 'Valkyrie', it would be too much for him.
What he really relies on is Gulland's potion science, which is his trump card. Although active metals are prohibitive, for real geniuses, it is not an unsolvable problem. It is just a matter of how much time it takes.
News came from Shui Wuming that the northern battlefront has entered the final stage. The Grande Craftsmen Association, the Kapka Craftsmen Association and the Guta people already have the advantage in a three-on-three situation.
What's more, he was helping behind the scenes.
Then the next step is the current battle.
On the flickering light screen, Vikki was sending him a message asking: "How are you...how are you over there?"
But what followed was another piece of news: "Ed, we have arrived at our destination." - Teague Arkansas. His eyes glanced over the two pieces of news and he didn't answer much.
Fang Yu only flicked one of the light screens, and then sent a picture to the latter - the picture was the location where the attack was scheduled to be launched. It was photographed by the 'Fairy Wall' that was constantly monitoring the entire battlefield. The forest and
The battle lines are clearly visible.
The outstanding craftsmen of Tigue can see what he means at a glance. In the disputes between craftsmen, whoever occupies the sky will have an absolute advantage. He still has the ability to monitor the battlefield, which is enough to explain everything...
What's more, those imperial airships billowing thick smoke in the sky are enough to guide the Lotao people.
At the same time as this news was sent, the situation on the battlefield changed again.
The Imperials of the Lavender Craftsmen Association soon discovered that Fang Plover's tactics had changed. The batches of K-2/K-3 no longer appeared, but were replaced by an incredible construct.
That construct was like the opponent's 'Lancer' described in the data, but it only had a propelling wind element nozzle, and half of its body - even one arm, holding a long knife.
Those incomplete constructs rushed into the tide of magic furnace creatures, often only launching one attack, either exchanging one with the magic furnace creatures, or falling apart after missing a single hit.
If Tianlan or other people on the Seven Seas Traveler were in this place, they would definitely recognize these strange-shaped structures. When Fang Plover first put the Kraken into actual combat on the Seven Seas Traveler, he made many such one-time ones.
Construct?
It's just that the experiment at that time was not very successful.
In fact, the empire is also very happy at this moment. Could it be that their human wave tactics finally worked and the Dragon Alchemist finally couldn't support his huge consumption and started to use these shabby gadgets?
But as soon as this thought crossed his mind, Repens' expression changed behind the crowd.
He just had an idea and started an interaction to save all the Imperial people, turning the situation around and making him a temporary hero in the team. However, this title of hero did not last long because he suddenly realized that what he did was meaningless.
It's not just him.
Everyone's expression changed.
Another wave that was exactly the same as the magic furnace structure appeared in the forest, a white wave that hit them head-on. The wave was almost filled with disposable structures like that. They attacked and were scrapped.
Then, under an invisible force, it is restructured in place, and the 'dead' are resurrected.
An extremely ridiculous idea arose in everyone's mind - to construct the undead.
But the scene that was happening also destroyed the psychological defenses of everyone present. These geniuses from the empire could defeat everything they could understand, but they could not understand the scene in front of them.
The dark tide wavered for the first time.
Even retreat.
No one ordered them to retreat, but they had to retreat under the frontal impact. The black and white battle lines were melting away little by little, and the tide of constructs behind them had grown to twice or even three times the size of the entire front of the battlefield.
That's one person.
Command an army.
A large army that does not care about losses and life and death not only has no morale, but also does not even have the concept of death. Fighting such an army is difficult for its opponent.
It's purely mental torture.
But Fang Yu is actually a bit boring, because this is probably a bit bullying. He has fully utilized the support for multiple parallelism in the sea of trees to the extreme, but such an environment cannot exist in the outside world.
If the previous technology was still possible, then all this is a bit bullying now.
If it were at other times, he might not be so victorious, but in fact the battle has entered garbage time. The Imperial people have been planning for a long time, and he can't do it without being disrespectful.
At this time, the insertion of the Lotao people was somewhat unnecessary. When they attacked the Imperials from behind, the defense line of the Lavender Craftsmen Association had actually completely collapsed.
Repens even glanced at the Lotao people with a half-smile, shook his head and raised his hands, he tore off the line on the magic furnace and disappeared into a stream of light on the battlefield. Since victory and defeat are no longer the same.
Meaning, then he might as well make a dignified exit.
Maybe there will be another chance after that.
But he was not sure whether the geniuses of the Imperial Workshop would make it to the end.
Teague and Anat looked at this scene in bewilderment. There was only a mess left in the forest. Most of Fang Plover's constructs immediately turned into dust after breaking through the empire's front lines, disappearing like gravel.
The remaining K-2/K-3 walkers are just sweeping the battlefield, but in appearance, at least they are no different from ordinary structures. The remains of the magic furnace creatures scattered throughout the valley have almost completely destroyed this place.
It turned into a huge mechanical cemetery.
On the cemetery, only the winners with red eyes among the children are cleaning up the mess.
The Lotao people walked through the long battlefield with some disbelief, stepping on pieces of creaking machinery under their feet. They raised their heads and looked at the boy who walked out of the forest, and the other boy beside him.
"What about the rest?"
Anat couldn't help but ask: "You two will always be the only ones here in Grand Artisan?"
Fang Yu smiled awkwardly, scratching his head and not knowing how to answer this question.
"You are Ed," Teague finally recognized the other person, "Are you the Dragon Alchemist?"
Suddenly a look of shock appeared on his face, "You are the only one here. You alone defeated the entire Lavender Artisan Association, no... and the people from Silver Chain Island and Hanrui?"
"The people from Silver Chain Island and Han Ruina are not very strong," Fang Yu thought for a moment and said truthfully, "The people from the Empire are indeed much more troublesome."
Tig opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.
But the face of Anat next to him suddenly turned pale. She looked at him blankly, and suddenly realized that the other person had no objection when he said this. Then, wasn't the doomsday-like scene here created by the other person?
How is that possible.
…
There was silence in the main arena.
This moment is also reflected in Wandering Horse's live broadcast room.
The rapidly flowing barrage had completely gone silent a few minutes ago. It wasn't that people were so shocked that they forgot to express themselves, but that the traffic in the live broadcast room had been maxed out a few minutes ago.
The barrage system was immediately shut down, which was something that had never happened in secondary competitions since the Stargate era. Similar experiences almost all happened in the top competitions.
The wandering horse also remained silent and completely quiet. He seemed to have returned to that moment a long time ago, when he was sitting in the auditorium of the El Paxin competition, and his heart was filled with almost the same emotions.
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Is this the same as being proud?
Is it excitement?
Is it the excitement of witnessing the birth of a legend?
Maybe they are, or maybe they are not, that kind of complicated emotions flowed in his heart - making him want to shout loudly, but he kept silent.
The silent feelings were only brewing a storm, which actually made his eyes feel a little dull. He pressed the corners of his eyes gently, and suddenly understood what happens when people fail in the turbid realm.
Why do I feel so lost in my heart?
They place their dreams on the players who carve out their futures for them, and the wonderful dreams they cannot achieve are realized one by one by the people they support.
They share excitement and joy, as well as regret and loss.
Is super competition just a game? Perhaps for many ordinary people, it is also a reflection of their dreams that cannot be realized in reality, allowing them to escape from the trivialities of life.
Be your own hero.
He sighed softly and suddenly realized that he might have embarked on a terrible path.
It may just be self-impression, but being moved itself is a precious emotion.
Just at this moment——
While nearly one-tenth of the ultra-competitive spectators on the entire planet were immersed in that sweet dream, Jerros hurried to the backstage with the staff. He glanced at his colleagues who were also shocked and couldn't help blurting out.
road:
"What's going on?" Jellos looked at everyone's face. "Is it a problem with the Kaolin people?"
A moment of silence.
"No," someone finally stood up and shook his head and said, "They are the people from the Giant Tree Hill. They have already passed the wall of darkness."
"How is that possible?" Jerros's first reaction was disbelief, "Aren't they progressing slowly than the Imperial people? The question is about active metals. How could the people from Giant Tree Hill pass it so quickly?"
"See for yourself."
The man moved the screen over.
Above the screen was the ruins of a broken wall. A huge gap opened in the towering black wall, leaving only the scattered remains of machinery. The roots of a growing giant tree spread from the entrance of the hole.
It seems that what happened before was not a war between craftsmen, but a unicorn girl from the sacred forest who came here.
"Inspiration from the giant tree," Jerosh recognized the thing at a glance, "Isn't that the forbidden technique of the White Tree Temple? It has not appeared in the world since the era of fairies. How...?"
"Have the fairies found an heir?" Jerros was a little disbelieving, "A new leader of light was born?"
There was total silence backstage.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at him, and the meaning in their eyes was already clear - all this might be true.
Jeroshi's heart thumped. The goblins have chosen a new light leader, which means that someone must have participated in this competition in violation of regulations. If this matter comes out, it will be a huge scandal.
