The brass nameplate that has remained unchanged for thousands of years on the site of No. 14 Street is one of the symbols of this city's identity. It is the seat of the Federation of Corinthian-Ithurian Craftsmen. The history of that ancient building with a crystal dome
Second only to the Royal Post Office, the Caulin-Ithurian Chamber of Commerce Agency, and the Saint-Laurent City Hall, it was established before the glorious era, and its reputation even surpassed the ancient royal city itself.
The huge difference engine is making a deafening roar under the crystal dome. Every gear is running nervously, spitting out long paper tapes from each bayonet. The little monsters from the lowlands - they can be orderly because of their size advantages.
Although this is not safe, the Craftsmen Guild does not care about this.
They hired these lowlanders to operate these machines - the little gnomes pulled off the paper tapes, rolled them into bundles, sorted them and sent them to different departments.
The atmosphere in various departments has long been like a tinderbox, and it only needs a spark to ignite. The big craftsmen's faces were as dark as water, and the people in charge below were all furious. The clerks were shuttled back and forth in various departments, and there were constant arguments.
Everything except No. 4 is clearly audible:
"Recheck again, where are the crystals of Elpaxin and Gula Port on the crystal network, and why are there abnormalities in the data? As for Kapka, there is no news at all? The Defense Department of Killing Thousand Swords, and those fighting craftsmen
Can't you help me at this time?"
"The data is still abnormal, are you just doing it for free? Doesn't every node in the North have a magic check valve, how could it leak out? There is an unknown authority in the crystal network, check it out, find it out for me!
"
"The third crystal is not in the territory of Kaolin-Ithulian, so don't worry about it for now. This also requires my authorization? What do the departments below do? Please ask for instructions and call your person in charge. If he doesn't want to do it anymore
, just ask me to resign and go home!"
The heads of the departments responsible for maintaining the main crystals were all glaring, but they were helpless to deal with the anomalies in El Paxin, Gula Port, and even the entire northern crystal tower. Remote maintenance had not been considered since the crystal tower was first built.
, although each of them has been famous for a long time, they still have no way to fly to the north.
The president of the Craftsmen Association, Falaise, is frowning his snow-white eyebrows. In the past, this short president might have been the loudest one here. But since he took on the responsibility of leading the craftsmen,
He has become much more restrained than before.
"Mr. Falaise, what is the situation in Elpaxin? Does the Artisan Association have total control over the crystal network? Can we first cut off the supply of magic power to Elpaxin and Gula Port?"
The person standing behind him and asking questions was obviously a person dressed very differently from the aborigines. There were several people in black coats behind him. At a glance, it was clear that they were people from the Stargate Foreign Affairs Agency, or even military attachés.
"No, I don't know." Falaise tugged at his long beard and answered resolutely. Compared with his calm appearance on the surface, he was even more anxious in his heart. No one knew the current situation better than him.
Those who killed a thousand swords——
Could it be that he has become the first craftsmen president in the history of the Craftsmen Association who will be ousted less than half a year after taking office? Moreover, how should the Craftsmen Association explain to the royal family what happened in the North and how they lost that place?
of?
There's still big trouble on the Treasure Stick Coast.
And the newly crowned King, His Majesty, does not seem to have a good heart.
But what he was more worried about was actually something else——
The short president was frowning and staring at the huge crystal on the tower, but at this moment, an accident happened again. Suddenly a burst of exclamation broke out not far away, and the crystal on the tower
There was a burst of intense, flickering light.
"No, the flow of magic power has accelerated!"
Falaise was taken aback and immediately rushed to the railing and shouted down: "Let it stop -!"
The craftsmen in various departments below are in chaos.
In the chaos, someone rushed to the crystal tower.
But it was a step too late, and the flickering light on the crystal was now woven into a dazzling light. It even seemed to have cracks in it, as if it was going to explode in the next moment.
Falaise was stunned.
But the visitor from the earth behind him reacted quickly. A man in a black coat rushed up and grabbed him and dragged him backwards. Falaise felt like he was being pulled backwards like a piece of wood, and he just stared blankly at the
The flash seemed to have exploded.
Behind that lies the miserable future of the North and what will happen after he steps down.
But at this moment, what he was shouting in his heart was another line——
No, Dragon Soul No. 5!
That boy who killed a thousand swords!
Falaise closed his eyes, but the earth-shattering explosion did not happen the next moment. The light seemed to disappear, and there was silence in the hall.
The 'black coat' protected him under him, and he waited for a long time before Falaise realized what he was doing. He was filled with doubts in his heart. He even forgot about his self-restraint as the president, and did not express his gratitude to the other party.
He just quickly got up and looked outside——
But where is the big explosion outside?
The tower is still standing there safely, and the giant crystal on it is still intact. The previous scene seems to be an illusion.
At this moment, not only Falaise, but every craftsman still here seemed to be under a restraining spell. Except for the little monsters who were so frightened that they hid under the table and shivered, everyone was looking at each other.
The deputy stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
"What's going on here?"
"The magic in the Ethernet has dissipated!?"
After a long while, someone below exclaimed.
"What just happened, Mr. Falaise?" The consul from the Stargate agency asked: "What is going on? The magic has dissipated. Is this good or bad?"
But the short president acted as if he had not heard anything and shook his head dully:
"How would I know?"
"How am I supposed to know what's going on?"
He stared at this incredible scene and murmured to himself.
…
There is a ‘click’ sound.
It's like breaking some kind of silence.
The stagnant time in Crown Square was shaken at a certain moment, and a crack grew from the gray world.
Under the icon of Malan, the tall figure with leaping flames and shadows suddenly let out a howl similar to that of a wild beast. It was raising its head in pain, covering its face with its hands, purple flames
In an instant, it spurted out from between his fingers, swallowing up his long sleeves and robe.
The raging flames ignited its entire body in an instant, turning it into a twisted flame that burned like a torch, causing it to kneel on the ground, wail and writhe.
Above the square, the gray world is being fragmented, and the people trapped in it seem to be sleeping in a huge piece of amber - and the amber is cracking, growing dense cracks, and the people sleeping in it are blinking lightly.
Check your eyes.
The first time.
Then the second time.
Finally someone slowly opened his eyes.
The gray cracks are widening, and a certain link in the stagnant time that imprisons the entire city of Elpaxin has finally broken.
The stagnant world is fading away little by little.
And the same scenes were also staged everywhere in El Paxin City.
From Block 9, to the inner and outer ring road, from the commercial street to the craftsman area, from the upper and middle city areas, all the way to the outer city ring belt at the bottom, the lower city area, and the civilian area.
The city guards gathered here, the knights from the Oak Shield of Tapolis, the Sword of Quilin, the Spear of the Silver Forest, the Whistle of the North and other dozens of guild selectors, even listened to the call,
A militia organization formed spontaneously in the city, as well as a backup force from the craftsmen's association.
Some of them are occupying the twelve city gates of Elpaxin, some have already entered the inner ring road, some are breaking through the defense lines from the lower city, and some are fighting against the Gray Knights and the believers of the Crow's Claw Temple.
Battle for control of seventeen skyblocks.
But without exception, they are all imprisoned in a certain moment in time.
Until now——
Everyone wakes up from their dream.
Everyone is watching this scene happening in front of them with some strangeness:
The silent city of Elpahim, with its background densely covered with dark red clouds in the sky, where on the spiers of the high city, a purple halo is shrouding the sky over the city.
In the halo, a beam of silver light shot straight into the sky, piercing the clouds. Above the clouds, a slowly rotating exit like a black hole opened.
The confused sky seems to have been divided into two. Near the exit are scattered the fleets of the Shadow Man, the Silver Alliance fleet, the Stargate fleet, the Giants' descendants' fleet, and the Aboriginal fleets, all intersecting with each other, but the fighting has already begun.
stop.
Because everyone is only watching that scene quietly at this moment:
A dark red star is hanging high on the top of the deep sky, flickering and extinguishing like a heartbeat. Every beat of it breaks away from the original illusion and becomes more real.
Get closer to this world.
Every time the dark red light flashes, everyone's heart sinks a little.
What's wrong?
People were at a loss.
Teleport is on?
We...failed?
Viewed from the ground, the towering spire of El Paxin seems out of reach. There is silence in that direction, as if the offensive has failed.
Standing there quietly, there was only a small icon, the Lady of War of Etalia, the giver of justice and judgment, the compassionate lady, but she was just silently watching the city that was heading towards destruction.
Until, a flash of light lit up.
It seemed like a faint flame flashing across the dark sky.
The tiny red flames that flickered at first were just passing through people’s peripheral vision——
But some people still noticed:
"what is that!?"
Someone said something.
People raised their heads and looked at an insignificant firelight rising from the dark clouds against the sky-high silver light.
It is like a fleeting dark star on a summer night. It is not bright, but it is enough to leave an eternal light in people's eyes.
A small flame plummeted down from the dark clouds, and its flickering light seemed to draw a bright line between this collapsed world. One end of the line was pointing straight in a certain direction...
That's on top of El Pasin's spire.
The crown of this city of craftsmen.
Silver Hall.
…
Fang Yu gently took away the paw of the tall figure with dancing flames and shadows from around his neck.
He just stood there, watching quietly as the other person wailed and knelt on the ground. Flames were shooting out from all over his body, swallowing him up in an instant. The purple fire like claws could burn everything along it.
Something spread until the flames had time to touch his fingers, and he gently let go of his hand.
As if what was loosened was not the body of a tall creature, but a section of charcoal. The tall figure knelt down, and then broke in the middle. The entire body became torn into pieces and rolled down on the deck.
Fang Plover watched the flames burning on the deck and then gradually extinguished. After the sparks dispersed, only a human-like wreckage remained - the sparks dispersed farther away, igniting more places in the cabin.
Turn the entire remaining floating ship into a beam of torch.
But Fang Yu seemed to turn a blind eye to this scene. He only picked up his magic gloves, put them on again, turned around, held the cabin with one hand, and looked down through the raging flames.
.
The shadow there is the city of Elpaxin.
The port leaning against the cliff is now almost clearly visible, and the starting point of the Twelve Ring Street Block floating in the air is just a line of silver, and it is also zooming in the field of vision at this moment.
But in the center of his gaze, what was really flying towards him was the silver tower.
The square under the tower.
Icon with Marlan.
The strong wind howled, Fang Plover stretched his hand back, like a silver thread leading a lion not far away, and the gun flew to his hand. He shook his hand, and then two clockwork fairies emerged from the darkness, one on the left and the other on the right.
It flew out and stopped behind him.
Fang Plover held the lion gun in his mouth and stared at the silver tip of the tower that was getting closer and closer. While adjusting the winch on the magic glove, he said vaguely:
"Ms. Alessa."
"Listen," the roaring voice in my mind sounded, "that guy's body is in the crystal tower. It suffered a big loss from me in the world of your will, but I have been dormant for a long time, and now
It’s not powerful enough to kill it directly.”
She paused: "You only have one chance to take action."
Fang Plover did not answer.
He has experienced too many similar situations, and it has already forged his heart to be extremely firm.
Compared with him, those chosen who entered this world at the same time as him may not even have left the novice stage.
He didn't even think about the battle in front of him. Instead, the scenes he had seen before flashed through his mind. Those scenes he saw in his hallucinations, that girl, where did they come from? Why did he have relevant memories?
?
Why do you feel familiar?
He was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly:
"Help me, Ms. Alessa—"
"That's a lot to say."
Alyssa snorted coldly.
…
The battle in the sky continues.
But at the edge of the battlefield, the aerial ship suspended here lost its power and became almost stationary.
There were still scattered fights on the deck. The boatswain was dealing with the nightmare furnace creatures that appeared from everywhere. He waved his scimitar and cut off the arm of a nightmare furnace, and then turned around while the opponent lost his balance.
With a flying kick, the opponent was kicked out.
The boatswain glanced at the Nightmare Furnace creature rolling down the sloping deck, then withdrew his gaze and looked toward the center of the battlefield.
"Mr. Baggins."
The voice of his captain, Lady Dragon Soul, suddenly rang in his ears.
The boatswain pressed his hand on the small crystal on the earring and turned his head.
"Mr. Baggins, Miss Silverade wants you to return to the Seven Seas Traveler immediately."
"What happened?"
"The order came from Mr. Knight, he told us to move towards Elpaxin immediately!"
"Captain," Baggins was startled: "Captain, is he okay? Where is he?"
"Mr. Knight is still on the Shadow Man's ship. He will soon arrive at the spire of Elpaxin and the Crown Square——"
The boatswain was stunned.
He couldn't help but turn around subconsciously, and his somewhat gray eyes reflected the firelight there that was as bright as a shooting star.
…
Above the sky, the red meteor was burning fiercely.
The closer it got to El Pasin, the brighter it became among the dim clouds, until finally a dazzling ring of fire seemed to spread out from the burning hull.
The expanding, scorching fire ring finally turned into a dazzling fireball, like the rising sun, which was enough to dazzle people from Elpaxin to the Wilderness of the Four Realms, the entire Floating Cloud Hill area, from Dolifen to
Everyone along the long coastline of Traveler's Swamp.
Those who responded to the Star Gate call and every one who was still on the road stopped on the avenue at this moment, raised their heads, and stopped to watch this wonderful scene.
The tall lion man was putting down the blood-stained giant sword in his hand.
It wiped the copper ring on its beard with its paw, and it made a 'ding-dong' sound, with a hint of red reflected in its green eyes.
The flames falling from the sky were pointed directly at the top of the silver tower.
The big cat man turned around and silently looked at the elf lady next to him——
"Ed said he was up there."
"Don't worry," Attila stared at the fire and said, her mouth and eyes full of blame and worry, "I will talk to him properly when I come back, he is always such a fool."
"That's not nonsense," the lion man grinned, "Attila, that's called courage. I remember that the commandments of the Holy Guard of Tanluo praise courage first, and he is really similar to us.
"So you still approve of what Ed has done."
"That's true--"
Etila glanced at the big cat man quietly.
"Should you call me Your Highness the Saint?"
"Ah?" The big cat man couldn't help coughing violently, and scratched his head with his claws: "Forgive me, I know I was wrong..."
…
In the hall, the tall figure with dancing flames and shadows had not moved for a long time.
The flickering purple flames had burned through every part of his body and spread out from under the black robe, but it could still suppress the all-devouring flames, but it was completely unable to make any sound and he was trembling all over.
This horrific situation shocked everyone present.
Someone wanted to get closer, but as soon as they caught a little of the spark, they were burned to ashes by the sweeping flames. This tragic end successfully frightened others from further action, making everyone stand still.
In situ.
The same was true for the young man not far away. He originally wanted to speak, but almost bit his tongue.
"Your Mightiness?"
After a while, he asked tentatively.
But didn't get any response.
At this moment, the officials of the ACE Alliance were stunned, but the people of the Dragon Fire Guild reacted much faster and rushed everywhere to block the doors to prevent anyone from breaking in from the outside.
The young man looked back at these people, secretly dissatisfied with the slowness of the fat-bellied officials. Their pampered life seemed to have blunted their ability to do things, but those who were elected were much more reliable.
"These guys..."
The young man was secretly disdainful.
He originally looked down on the so-called 'chosen people', but looking at it now, these people are more reliable.
While he was distracted, the tall figure with flames and shadows suddenly raised his head.
The hoarse voice under the shadow was speaking in a tone of pain that was trying its best to restrain: "Hurry up -"
At the same time, the tall figure raised his hand and shot a purple light from his fingertips, flying towards the direction of the young man.
It's the key——
The young man immediately realized that that was where the 'anchor point' was. In fact, the Crystal Network had already completed the final step of preparations. If the other party had handed over these two anchor points to him early in the morning, there might not have been so many complications.
things happen.
Without thinking, he reached out to catch the purple light.
But at this moment, there was a loud bang, and the entire hall seemed to overturn - the ceiling of the hall collapsed. In the horrified eyes of the young man, there was a section of the wreckage of the shadow man's giant ship burning with blazing flames.
It penetrated the outer wall of the tower and penetrated straight in.
Because everything happened so suddenly, he didn't even have time to react before he was hit head-on. Before he could hear the sound of bones shattering all over his body, his vision went dark and then disappeared into a white light.
A little further away, the people of the Dragon Fire Guild only reacted after a moment and subconsciously fled away.
At the moment when the wreckage of the giant ship crashed into the spire.
Fang Plover had already jumped out of the cabin. His body was flashing with white light, wrapping him like a sphere. The huge impact of landing had almost no impact on him. He only hit a few hits on the ground.
Then he stood up and looked around immediately.
The first thing he saw was the tall figure with flames and shadows standing not far away from him, and then he saw the purple light flying towards him.
But at the same time that Fang Plover captured the creature leaping with flames and shadows, the other party also discovered him at the same moment.
The tall shadow creature covered his face with one hand, and without caring about the young man who died unexpectedly, he immediately shouted to the people of the Dragon Fire Guild who had reacted not far away:
"catch him!"
But it's too late.
Fang Yu reacted faster than him, pointed his hand directly, and two golden lights flew out from behind him and hit the tall figure directly.
The golden track drawn by the clockwork fairy disappeared in an instant, and then there were two dazzling flashes. The fire caused by the explosion instantly engulfed everything nearby, followed by the roaring sound and the rushing towards the face.
Strong air currents.
Fang Plover narrowed his eyes.
The purple light passed by his cheek, hit the burning bulkhead of the giant ship, and then fell to the ground with a 'ding' sound.
Fang Yu was startled when he heard this voice. He originally thought that the light was some kind of attack method. When he looked back, he realized that they were two crystals that had fallen to the ground, about the size of a thumb.
He was wondering what it was, but members of the nearby Dragon Fire Guild had surrounded him from all directions, and two of them blocked him one after another.
However, Fang Yu didn't even look at these people and opened his mouth.
He raised his hand, and the lion handgun fell directly from his mouth into his hand. He turned around without looking in the direction over there - he had seen the crystal spire countless times, and the layout of the tower by the Craftsmen Association.
Much the same.
Fang Plover raised the lion gun and pulled the trigger directly in that direction.
"No--!"
The tall figure, who had been blown up by the clockwork goblin and was reduced to a human shape, and whose whole body was wrapped in purple flames, separated from the mist. When he happened to see this scene, he couldn't help but let out a shrill roar.
But it was of no use. The people of the Dragon Fire Guild only had time to see the fire erupting from the lion gun raised by Fang Plover and the fleeting golden light of the ballistic trajectory. Their eyes barely had time to catch up with the line of sight.
The remaining gold thread in the.
The other end of the golden wire hit the tall ether crystal standing there.
On the crystal surrounded by silver light, the intense light shrank suddenly.
Then it expanded, and endless silver light bloomed from a certain point, forming an artificial sun directly in the center of the hall that temporarily blinded everyone.
The white light further spread in all directions, even directly penetrating the leaky outer wall of the tower, and formed a huge, silver halo, against the background of the purple-red sky, throughout the entire city of Elpaxin.
Among the twenty-three blocks from top to bottom——
In the entire outer city ring, the suburbs of this huge port.
In the entire four realms of wilderness.
And all over the sky.
Everyone looked at the magnificent and breathtaking silver halo, which was slowly floating away in all directions.
As if for just a moment, the silver beam of light across the sky and the earth, after flickering twice, disappeared without a trace——