Pillars of Ita

Chapter 1179 The Prophet of the Stars

The Star Weaver looked up at the sky, but the night sky did not give him any response.

Those dark pupils were completely obscured by shadows, like a dark vortex leading to another world, even the light was being drawn into it.

AshClaw also subconsciously avoided looking at him. Those eyes gave him a very strange feeling. He only looked at the dead, gray forest and asked, "Well, did you find out his trick?"

"No," the Star Weaver shook his head and said calmly, "There is nothing in the sky."

AshClaw clicked his tongue. "It seems that your previous move alerted them. Clockwork fairies are most afraid of large-scale detection spells. They are very experienced."

The Star Weaver turned around and cast his gaze from the shadows at the one in front of him, but did not answer.

AshClaw drew his sword and swung it lightly, "Now that they're here, it's time for me to set off. You should attack from the front and stay far away, preferably where they can't find you."

His last sentence was full of sarcasm, but Star Weaver didn't buy it and just nodded silently.

The Hellhound assassin snorted coldly and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

……

"This is Team Bastion, receiving a response."

The reply from the crystal was clear, proving that the communication was in good condition. The warrior put away the crystal and nodded to the others.

The captain in front of the crowd raised his hand and asked everyone else to stop - the enemy was right ahead, hidden in the impenetrable darkness. It was the quietest moment before dawn.

Even the moonlight disappeared.

He looked towards the crystallized land. It really didn't take them much effort to find this place. Broken crystallized branches were everywhere. The opponents either didn't have time to cover them up, or deliberately led them here.

  But for the advance team with two Silver Ranks, this is not important. The other party's intention to lead them into the depths of this gray matter area is obvious, so what?

The advance team has more people and has already surrounded the valley. Several teams are advancing along the valley. We just need to wait for them to reach the designated location before launching the attack.

The scouts on both flanks marked the dangerous areas for them, and the opponents wanted to make them make mistakes, but that was wishful thinking.

But some people are always a little uneasy.

The wizard picked up a crystallized dead leaf from the ground. Before he could bring it in front of himself, the dead leaf had already broken at the stem. The crystallized leaf fell to the ground and split into several pieces.

He stood up and looked around. Such scenes could be seen everywhere. The forest had turned gray, and white spores were spread all over like dust. The river water was like black pus, like a scar on the earth. In the distance of the valley, gray and white disaster branches blocked out the sky.

"I always feel something is wrong," he said to the others, "the other party seems to have the ability to avoid the gray matter creatures. Even if the other party teleported, it would not be so much faster than us."

The captain slapped him on the shoulder. "Relax. They have them, but our scouts are not bad either. Besides, they don't have the clockwork goblin as their eyes this time. They are like blind people in the dark—"

Although they did not have any craftsmen, they still had three teams of scouts.

The two Silver Ranks shared some information with them, which made them certain that those people were the Korlins, and that the Korlins could not fight without the Clockwork Fairies.

Most people think so.

The captain wanted to say something else, but a beam of dazzling light rising from the woods interrupted him. He looked in that direction and saw that it was the Falcon team on the flank that launched the first attack.

The captain turned around and punched the other man on the shoulder, "Stop talking nonsense and get ready for battle."

But the magician's words still caught his attention. He looked around and said to the ranger beside him, "You stay and protect Heinrich."

After saying that, he turned around and waved to the others, "The rest of you come with me. Let's get close enough to launch a charge. We'll cover each other as we leap forward."

The ranger didn't expect that he was excluded from the attack sequence. He sighed, put down the bow in his hand and shook his head.

But he was used to the wizard's cautious character and did not say much.

The wizard was still a little uneasy. He looked around and seemed to have discovered something. He picked up a stone and threw it in that direction.

The thing bounced up, and the ranger was slightly startled, then walked over and picked it up.

That thing looked like a crystallized product, with the same grayish-white appearance, but its shuttle-like shape made it hard to say that it was a natural product.

  The ranger picked it up and took a closer look. He found that there was even a mechanical structure at the seam of the shell. He threw the thing back and asked the magician:

"Take a look, what is this."

The wizard raised the magic wand in his hand and slammed the thing heavily on the ground with the end of the wand.

Under the invasion of external force, the thing immediately broke into several pieces, revealing the delicate spring and hinge structure inside, but those mechanical structures had already been shattered.

"What is this?" The ranger was surprised - even if he didn't recognize the structures, he recognized the core crystal.

This is a man-made thing.

The wizard's expression changed, he recognized this thing.

……

On the Falcon team's side, a scout team was also advancing rapidly in the shadows.

They were one of the four scout teams of this regiment sent out by the advance team, and since the Dawn team had withdrawn from the battle sequence, the main reconnaissance mission fell on them.

However, the four of them lived up to expectations and accurately located the position of the investigation team. They then continued to move towards the flank and rear of the investigation team under the cover of other teams.

Trying to coordinate with their real "trump card" to launch an attack from there -

This team is composed of two rangers and two nightingales. It is more flexible than ordinary teams. One of the nightingales also has a part-time level of arcane searcher, which makes the team more comfortable in dealing with various spell reconnaissance.

They were sure that the other party had not discovered them - there were no clockwork fairies in the sky, and the other party had not reacted at all when they approached for reconnaissance.

When the lighting magic started, several people subconsciously hid in the long shadows of the nearby woods.

The team responsible for the frontal assault finally launched the attack. The three teams of eighteen people were enough to attract all the attention of the enemy, which was more conducive to their next actions.

The team leader waited for a while, and when the lighting magic dimmed again, before the second flare was launched into the sky, he cautiously dodged and leaped forward.

But when he landed, it seemed as if his feet hit something, making a slight "click" sound.

The sound was so slight that before he could react, an arrow flew out of the darkness without warning and hit the shield automatically generated by his magic furnace.

The dark blue barrier only flashed slightly - the ranger's magic furnace's built-in shield was very weak - it could only be considered a comfort at best.

The next moment, the second and third arrows pierced through his shield and pierced his chest.

The three arrows hit the leader of the rangers almost at the same time, causing him to lose his balance and fall heavily to the ground.

About one hundred and fifty feet away, three Chosen Rangers who were outside the main formation of the investigation team were looking curiously in that direction.

Argen was lowering his longbow, unsure whether he had hit his opponent.

  But at the same time, a voice rang in his ears:

"Two o'clock direction, one hundred and forty-four feet, cast a spell."

He recognized that voice, it was the voice of the fairy maiden.

The wizard next to him raised his magic wand without thinking.

At the other end of the forest, the Nightingale was shocked to see the Ranger Captain fall to the ground - he didn't even see from which direction the attack came.

"Captain," he shouted, crouching and crawling over to try to rescue the other person, but as soon as he moved, he immediately noticed something unusual.

He tilted his head involuntarily, and an arrow flew silently past his nose and hit a tree trunk not far away, immediately making him break out in a cold sweat.

Nightingale looked at the balance value in the system that had dropped significantly and immediately guessed what had happened.

It was intuitive dodge—the system saved his life.

  But how did the other party discover them?

He was about to warn others when a heavy feeling of restraint immediately enveloped him, making him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire, and his movements suddenly slowed down.

At the same time, another spell fell on him, marking him out from the darkness and causing a circle of fluorescence to emanate from his body.

  At the last moment, Nightingale finally realized what was happening. He turned his head with all his strength and shouted to the others in almost slow motion:

"There's something wrong...on the ground!"

A feather arrow pierced his throat, and the huge force even sent him flying like a piece of wood, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Not far from him, the remaining arcane thief immediately realized the problem - they were exposed, but the exposure itself was not the key.

  But what happened to the captain and his companions?

He thought for a moment, and without any hesitation, he pulled out a scroll box from the magic furnace, inserted a crystal into it, and made the scroll box emit light.

He swung his sword vigorously and threw the scroll box out.

But at the moment the scroll box slipped out of his hand.

A hail of arrows flew over, and in an instant he was shot into a hedgehog.

"Hit!" Not far away, the ambush team was shouting excitedly, and Argen on the side couldn't help but wave his fist vigorously.

Just before the arcane thief threw out the glowing scroll, they saw clearly the results of their three rounds of attacks, and since they were shooting at close range, almost all of them hit the target.

The scroll that was emitting light drew a parabola and fell to the ground, rolling a few times.

The last remaining ranger was hiding behind a crystallized tree trunk, not daring to move. He still didn't know how the other party had detected his group.

However, the scroll thrown by the arcane thief is not meaningless.

It finally allowed him to see the situation outside clearly from this angle. Under the dim light, there seemed to be something unusual on the crystallized ground nearby—

"That is……"

The ranger's face suddenly changed as he realized something.

A terrible thought was born in his mind, causing him to take out his communication crystal from his arms with a trembling voice.

……

AshClaw was lurking in the darkness as a shadow.

But this cold and arrogant Silver Step certainly could not open his law field from such a distance. He maintained a semi-solid form, but suddenly his feet sank slightly.

Then came that familiar, subtle, crisp sound—

With a "click" sound, it was as if someone stepped on a mirror and the glass shattered into pieces in an instant.

At this time, panicked shouts came from the communication crystal:

"Be careful on the ground, there are things placed by the other party!"

It's just that people seem to have discovered it a little late.

AshClaw immediately realized that something was wrong, and he didn't even need to react. The power of the law surged in all directions like an instinct.

The dense sensation spreads out like a spider web.

Everything within a radius of thirty feet fed back into his conscious world, including the crystallized ground, withered leaves, twigs, even gravel, and—

A strange creation that is completely different from its surroundings.

It was a palm-sized silver shuttle, lying motionless among the mycelium and the dry gray bushes.

And if that in itself wasn't a big deal, there were more than twenty-two of these things within a mere thirty feet of him.

One of them was right under his feet.

For the first time, AshClaw felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

Within the investigation team, Fang He and Cui Xisi could clearly feel that the number of copies of the 'Silver Bee' connected to their network was decreasing -

Most of the reductions occurred in the front, with some scattered on the flanks. Cui Xisi was responsible for marking the locations of these reductions, then accurately locating them and sending them to others.

But Fang He was not concerned about these.

He is waiting for his prey to step on the spider web -

At that moment, Fang He suddenly realized that a copy of the Silver Bee had quietly lost contact with him behind the Seven Seas Brigade. He turned around without hesitation, pulled down his goggles, and connected the visual crystals of more than a dozen Silver Bees nearby to himself, allowing them to restart.

And what AshClaw saw at that moment was - a strange construct immediately made a buzzing sound, flapped its wings and flew up from the ground.

They pointed their dark red visual crystals in their direction.

His face was as gloomy as water, and without thinking, he swung his sword. The dark sword light struck down all the clockwork fairies at once, but it was meaningless -

From the moment he drew his sword, Fang He had already confirmed his identity.

"At six o'clock, directly behind, one hundred and twenty meters away," Fang He immediately gave the order in the team channel, "Silver Steps."

"G672N320, N181°, three hundred and sixty feet."

Miss Tata gave more detailed coordinates.

Not far behind him, the Paparar turned his magic crossbow in that direction without thinking, and his two short hands quickly tightened the capstan alternately left and right, and then pulled the trigger hard.

A beam of silver light flew out in that direction. Because its speed was so fast, it looked like a long silver arc was drawn in the forest.

One end of the arc was connected to the magic crossbow that the Papara people had purchased at a high price and was modified by Fang He, while the other end - accurately hit the open area three hundred feet away.

He did not hit AshClaw, and Fang He did not need Parker to defeat the enemy in one blow. The moment the silver line fell to the ground, the explosion immediately lit up the crystal forest in that direction.

Explosive Arrow is one of the most unpretentious skills of a crossbow shooter.

The explosion didn't even need to affect AshClaw, as the flames had already completely exposed his figure.

The last time AshClaw launched a sneak attack, he almost went directly into the Seven Seas Brigade's cordon, forcing them to fight hastily and unable to display their full strength.

Therefore, Fang Que does not intend to suffer the same loss twice. Now that he knows the opponent's ability, it is time for him to think of a solution.

Using constructs to perceive the situation on the battlefield is the basic understanding of the Kaolin people about combat craftsmen.

But clockwork fairies don’t necessarily have to be in the sky, and they don’t even necessarily need to be started.

AshClaw's face was gloomy, and he had realized what was happening. Before he used the power of the law, he naturally could not detect those motionless dead objects.

But the other party had expected that it would be impossible for him to open the realm of law at such a long distance. If he was not careful, everything would be lost.

  But what are these constructs?

Clockwork goblin?

  But how far have they been spread?

If the entire battlefield is filled with these damn things within a range of two or three hundred meters, with this density, how many of these things has the enemy deployed on the entire battlefield?

Tens of thousands?

AshClaw thought it was a fantasy. How could a madman bring so many clockwork goblins? And even if they did bring so many, how would they have the time to set them up one by one?

Assuming they deployed ten clockwork goblins per minute, how long would it take them? A day? Two days? They had only been here for less than an hour.

But he didn't have time to think any more.

Because another crossbow bolt whizzed towards him, but AshClaw simply swung his sword and shattered it in mid-air.

The fragments of the flying crossbow arrows formed a cone-shaped shock wave with him as the center like shotgun shells, breaking a piece of the crystallized tree behind him.

"Ah, my dragon-slaying arrow!"

This scene made the Papara people's eyes almost pop out, and they couldn't help but scream in pain.

But AshClaw also snorted coldly. He did not intend to give the other party a second chance.

These people still underestimated the Silver Steps. They were just a group of guys who hadn't even touched the threshold of the Bronze Door. He never thought that he would lose.

Even after experiencing the previous battle, he still firmly believed that if the Star Weaver did not take action, he could still deal with these people even if both sides suffered losses.

Do you really think that this is all there is to the Silver Level?

A thick cloud of smoke was rising from under his feet, and pitch-black flames were coming out of his sword, body, limbs, and even facial features. He took out the communication crystal and spoke in a hoarse voice like a devil:

"Do it!"

The next moment, the crystal melted and cracked in his hand, exploding into pieces, while AshClaw itself melted into a shadow and merged into the black fog.

The black fog spread rapidly, covering almost half of the battlefield in an instant.

The outermost edge of the battlefield.

The elf wizard watched this scene from afar, without being too surprised. He just raised the magic wand in his hand and waved it lightly towards the forest.

He had been preparing this spell for a long time, and the hideous scar on his face seemed to come alive and spread out like a shadow.

At that moment, a beam of silver-gray light seemed to descend from mid-air, like starlight falling from the sky, and under his guidance, it directly hit the main formation of the investigation team.

Everyone heard a deafening roar, and the flash and shock wave of the explosion almost knocked the assault personnel of the nearby advance team to the ground.

Even so, they had to crawl on the ground, waiting for the strong wind to sweep countless crystallized dead leaves over their heads.

But when they looked up again, they were shocked - the silver-gray starlight was so powerful, but it seemed like it hit a mirror.

The world in the mirror has become fragmented. Countless crystallized trees have fallen to the ground and spread out into a huge butterfly-shaped pit.

And in the central area there, a deep pit was formed, with beams of silver-gray flames burning inside.

But the main base of the investigation team was unscathed, and it was even no longer in that place, but appeared on the other side opposite it.

Everyone was stunned.

The Star Weaver's gloomy eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly realized what had happened -

At this moment, two attackers from the Falcon team, a warrior and a knight, who were in charge of the main attack, crashed into a transparent wall.

The two men fell on their backs.

The wizard behind them suddenly realized something, raised his staff and shot a golden-red beam of light to the side while muttering something.

The beam of light passed through the transparent wall and hit an empty area nearby, but amidst the burst of sparks, a somewhat fragmented construct suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Mirror Image!"

Someone whispered.

The two attackers were pulled up from the ground in a daze, only to find that there was a thick earth wall in front of them hidden by an illusion.

And that earth wall did not look like a natural product. It was square, more than two meters thick, and nearly five meters high. It was not very long, but it just happened to block their way forward.

The wizard immediately retracted his staff, looked around, and cast another spell. A transparent ripple spread out in all directions with him as the center.

In a flash, earth walls appeared in their field of vision. There were as many as three of them within a mere 100 feet, almost forming an arc that surrounded the main position of the investigation team behind them.

And there is almost a Mirror near every earth wall.

"How many combat craftsmen do they have?" The leading warrior was confused. The Mirror Imagers were not motionless dead objects.

They must be controlled by someone to remain effective.

And where did these earth walls come from?

"Go tell Lord Star Weaver," the wizard suddenly realized something and immediately ordered, "Tell him to remove the illusion in this forest."

But he didn't finish his words.

The ranger at the side heard his words and just took out the communication crystal, when suddenly a fire appeared on the right side of the team in the darkness.

A silver bullet hit the communication crystal in his hand exactly, shattering it. The flying crystal fragments even splashed on Nightingale's face behind him.

Make the other person scream, cover his eyes, and roll to the ground.

But all this happened in a flash, and the sniper lurking in the dark was ejecting the bullet and placing the butt of the magic gun against his shoulder.

She gently brushed the hair by her ears with her hand, pulled the trigger, and fired the second bullet.

However, that bullet was not aimed at the Falcon team, but hit the earth wall not far away. The moment the bullet penetrated the wall, there was a somewhat dull sound.

Then there was a low mechanical sound.

Hearing that voice, the musketeer behind the crowd suddenly changed his expression:

"Detonate and shoot, fall!"

The wizard reacted quickly and subconsciously raised the magic wand in his hand, and a silver barrier appeared in front of him.

But it was still a little too late, and they were too close to the earth wall.

A ripple of ether spread out from the earth wall, almost stimulating all the gray crystals buried in it. The next moment, a horrifying roar spread throughout the entire forest.

The earthen walls crumbled.

The flames and shock waves from the explosion instantly engulfed everyone.

The wizard's shield only flashed for a moment before it was torn into pieces along with its owner.

But on the outskirts of the forest, the Star Weaver actually realized what he had encountered without anyone reminding him - there was a large area of ​​illusion in the forest.

He didn't think it was set by an opponent of the same level. When he rescued AshClaw, he had tested the opponent's spellcaster and concluded that the opponent had not reached the Silver Level.

The bronze door hasn't even been opened yet.

Although it is not clear why the other party can cast super-level spells, that is not important - besides, the super-ring spell itself has flaws.

The Star Weaver immediately thrust the Staff of Feiminas in his hand heavily into the ground and stood on the ground.

Then he took out a small silver knife from his bosom and gently cut his arm, letting the silver blood - representing Yasha's blood of disaster - flow down the wound.

  He watched the silvery blood dripping onto the ground, then he raised his head and silently said in his heart:

"Miriam, the ancient star of disaster and destiny, please give me eyes that can see through all illusions and unreality, and grant me the only truth in this world."

As soon as he opened his mouth.

In a corner of the forest, the naturalist lady who had her eyes closed and her hands on the magic book suddenly opened her eyes.

Her huge round-framed glasses were reflecting the magic light flying around on the battlefield, and a calm light was reflected in her eyes.

She had already seen the gray starlight across the sky and had begun to calculate the opponent's position, but when the opponent cast the second spell, she finally captured the source of the spell.

Jita's lips moved: "Ms. Alisa..."

Miss Nightingale beside Fang He suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared. Fang He looked in that direction and naturally knew where she had gone.

He also saw the previous powerful attack.

A beam of starlight drawn down from the night sky. Even he had never seen such a strange spell.

Has anyone seen——

  Fairy Lady and Jita spoke almost at the same time:

"...Brother Ed, I have captured another Silver Rank."

"Mr. Knight, that spell is——"

Because the communication channel was too cluttered, while Miss Fairy Yu Fangyu was talking, Miss Naturalist wrote down everything in the team channel:

"That should be the power of the ancient twelve stars. This law comes from the era of the Xinsas snake people, and there are almost no records of it in our era."

"That is the authority of Xochitl, the Lord of the Staff, the law of the stars—"

"That Silver Rank spellcaster should be a Star Weaver."

"I guess," Miss Fairy added, "the other party is a survivor of Yasha's injury."

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