Pillars of Ita

The battle was over, and the smoke dissipated from the battlefield like fog. The edge of the forest was full of fallen mountains, and there were seven or eight gray beasts that appeared in people's sight.

But they can no longer pose a threat to the Son of Light's defense line. To be exact, they are dead, leaving only a pile of rotten skeletons. But even that is tall and majestic, like a huge tomb.

Melfina squinted her eyes as she watched all this. The victors climbed onto the corpses of the beasts, and the elves raised their weapons and shouted loudly. The sound of the battlefield echoed through the mountains, like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

But that was not worth celebrating. The Gus Gray Region was more dangerous than they had imagined. The giant tree that brought disaster was staring at them like the cold god of death. They had not yet stepped into the real disaster zone.

Gus was the first of the three disaster branches to sprout, but it was not the most powerful. The tragic battle report came back from Ravenril, several major guilds suffered heavy losses, and even the dragon succumbed to the shadow of the disaster tree.

She looked in that direction, but actually could no longer see Fang He. He had already gone to the front line halfway through the operation.

Without that young man, it would be difficult for them to hold the line. Everyone would die here, although death was just a destination for the Son of Light, and even for her, a princess, it was no different.

If you hold power, you must take responsibility. This is what that person taught her. It is also the consensus of the autumn forest and the lesson that the elves have learned over a long period of time.

Mortals, however, often forget this point. Sometimes they are lucid and sometimes confused. Similar history keeps repeating itself in this short-lived race.

But what the elves saw was not just that. With extraordinary resilience, mortals continued to rise from the ruins, and used their enthusiasm and creativity to shape everything that followed the cycle of history.

Therefore, after a cycle of history, it often shows new vitality, which is exactly why the pioneers chose them.

Even the Yaoguang Royal Court would not deny this, let alone today, they have proved themselves once again.

Melfina was not sure what the situation would be like in other directions, but if the Disaster Branch transferred personnel to deal with them, she was afraid that except for Kellerfer's team, only this place would survive.

But that's enough.

The meaning of a plan is not perfection, but someone can complete it. The commander draws a line on the map coldly, one side of the line is life, and the other side is death.

This sounds cruel, but it would be especially tragic if they win, but if they lose, they will lose everything. It is not their choice, and it is not her choice either.

The elven female knight took off her helmet, without so many pretentious thoughts in her mind. She let the bloody wind blow her long silver hair. At that moment, she looked very much like her sister.

In other words, Princess Alsana looks a lot like her. After all, they both inherited the same blood, and she is more like a mature version of Alsana.

The chief warlock stood behind her. Melfina Quayya Miaoxing turned around and looked at Sylvie standing on the other side. Even in her eyes, she was a rare beauty.

The beautiful ship officer was holding a crystal in her hand. On the real-time map left by Fang He, the red dots were decreasing, and each red dot represented a nest builder.

When each Nest Builder dies, the Calamity Champion that is closely connected to it will fall down and become stiff due to the disorder of mental resonance. When a mountain collapses, it is enough for the elves to rush up, drill into its ear canal, attack its spinal brain, and kill it.

Melfina smiled and said to the latter: "There are eleven Nest Builders and eight Calamity Champions. Compared to when you killed the first Nest Builder, you completed the task much faster later."

"Perhaps it's because we are more skilled. After all, mortals are different from elves. We don't have the experience gained over a long period of time. We can only learn things bit by bit." Sylvie smiled and replied, "But we have a strong learning ability and can often master the trick of a thing very quickly."

"That's why the pioneers chose you. After a long time, the facts have proved that they were right."

The pioneers that Melfina mentioned are the Numelin elves. The elves of the Radiant Court believe that the Sun elves under the protection of the Two Sacred Trees are their ancestors, although almost all elves think so.

However, the elven female knight didn't really care about this and just used the traditional saying to continue the conversation.

She stroked the hair on her cheek and used her little finger to push the messed-up hair behind her ear. "With the help of my cavalry, it took you one Atariah quarter to kill the first Nest Builder. The time from the death of the last Nest Builder to the death of the previous Nest Builder was only three minutes."

Of course, Sylvie knew that the female knight had something to say, but she just smiled in response. She had always been here and had never left. Therefore, she didn't have to know what the elf commander didn't know.

As for the real truth, let the other party guess. For some things, as long as she doesn't speak, even if Melfina's guess is correct, it can only be a guess.

Melfina glanced at her gently and said, "I want to talk to you."

"Madam Commander," Sylvie replied with a smile, "We don't have any additional agreements."

"I understand," Melfina nodded, "It's not mandatory, so I'm asking for your opinion. I want to talk to your - lover."

Sylvie narrowed her eyes. "I can't answer for him."

Melfina nodded to her. Communication between smart people is simple. No objection means tacit approval. This girl was as shrewd as a fox, so she had no idea where to start, but she was confident that she could convince the young man.

The other party behaved in a relatively innocent manner, even having some young and unnecessary ideas, just like Alsana.

Melfina thought silently for a while. In fact, she and Alsana were not born from the same mother, but they had the same father. However, this did not prevent her from regarding him as her closest relative.

Arsana was too naive to notice the open and hidden attacks. She would always be hurt by the world if she treated it with tenderness. She believed that the other party would soon understand this.

And everything I do is just to protect the other person.

Her father told her the same thing.

As the female knight thought about it, she carefully watched the changes on the battlefield. There were gray tree people everywhere who had lost their command and were in chaos and disorder. Their number had not decreased much and they were still attacking the positions.

But in fact, such an offensive has lost its meaning. The elves' unicorn cavalry has already separated them, and it is only a matter of time to complete the final destruction.

“They actually won.”

The Night Walker craftsman said a little indignantly.

Cheers had already resounded throughout the battlefield, and some came from those who were traveling with them. The craftsmen raised their hands high on the slope to celebrate their victory. After all, no one wanted to lose the starlight here for no reason.

"Yeah, these fools," said another, "They don't know what we're really here for."

But the club's top management did not tell everyone the truth, and only a few confidants could carry out this task.

"You will also get a share of the benefits." The executive officer told them, "This is a joint decision of the alliance. We want to change our strategy in Etaria. It does not violate the Stargate Declaration. It's just that we choose which side to invest in."

"Division Three and we have a consensus..."

"Idiot, that's just their disguise. They have conflicts with the First and Second Divisions, so they have to maintain a righteous appearance. But it doesn't make sense to us. You are a member of the club, you only need to consider the interests of the club, which is related to your salary share and year-end bonus."

He then realized that their brief alliance with Division 3 had ended, or rather, ended again. But they formed an alliance with Division 3 because of a common enemy.

"Then the first division..."

"Division One will soon be overwhelmed, and there may not even be any super-competitive events. The league will present itself to the world in a new light."

"As for those, the Council will send someone to communicate with you separately, and you will understand then. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. There is no need for you to know this in the first place."

He put down the crystal in his hand. The leader took the crystal and turned back to look at the two of them. "You don't have to say that. The disaster branch that sprouted from the ashes of Terraka is not our ally. We are just relying on its power."

He was completely different from his previous impetuous look. He just looked at the crystal bridge in front of him with a heavy gaze, as if he didn't care much about anything on the battlefield.

"But the Court of Radiance is not our ally. We are even our enemy."

"The enemy of my enemy may not be my ally," the young man connected the last crystal bridge to the main tower. Everything fit perfectly, as if the task was accomplished. He clapped his hands and took a step back. "Even though they won the battle, it didn't hinder our plan, right? This crystal runs through the entire Ethernet. As long as they activate it, our plan will be halfway successful."

He raised his head and looked at the beautiful crystal tower. That person really did what he said and did not let the attack of the gray creatures affect them. It was a pity that if the other party knew the result of all this, they would definitely regret it.

The leader felt somewhat proud, even though the short few hours on the battlefield were not enough to complete it completely, the craftsmen had only built the most core structure.

But the prototype has appeared, and after the core structure is completed, it is just a matter of time.

In the past month, the elves seldom let them get close to the crystal tower, and they almost never let outsiders interfere with the construction of the crystal tower, but fortunately, the disaster branch launched an attack in time, finally giving them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The 'tower' had been completed, and the next thing was to see the astonished expressions on the faces of those people. But what surprised him was that the elves did not send anyone to take over the tower, and they did not seem to be in a hurry to call for help.

Could it be that, as my companion said, everything was going too smoothly?
He couldn't help but look back, but found that his originally indignant companion did not have so much anger and depression on his face, but was looking at him with some pity.

"Unfortunately," the other party began, "this tower will not be activated."

"What's going on?" He couldn't help asking, "Felger, what are you talking about?"

His eyes suddenly widened as he watched a row of stern-looking elf guards walk out from behind his companions. He immediately realized that something was wrong and turned around to escape, but he was only an alchemist after all.

Two strong arms pressed down on his shoulders from behind, one on the left and one on the right, while the other two hands grabbed his arms and twisted him backwards. Then a huge force came and pinned him to the ground.

The leader pressed his face against the cold ground and couldn't help struggling. He saw that his other companion was also pinned to the ground.

He tried his best to turn around and look at the remaining face. Suddenly he realized something, "Felger, you...are you from the Operations Agency?"

"We have been observing you rats for a long time." But his companion had completely changed his expression and was looking at them coldly. "How deep have you infiltrated the alliance? You even have people in the Council? If it weren't for the cooperation with the princess, it would be difficult to really expose your true colors this time."

He walked over and pulled the magic bridge off the crystal tower. "This is the work of the Silver Wind Watcher. We caught him red-handed. What else do you have to say this time?"

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The leader gritted his teeth and said nothing, but when the other party only pulled out the magic bridge, he seemed to be relieved, and a barely detectable glimmer of luck flashed in his eyes.

"It's ok."

The man seemed to have expected that he would not answer. After all, they had been tracking the mysterious organization for nearly ten years, and this was only the closest they had ever been. The people sent out to carry out the mission were just small fry. What really mattered was the magic bridge in his hand and the other party's action plan.

He turned around and handed the magic bridge to the elven guard, saying, "Please inform Her Royal Highness the Princess that this man must be handed over to us. We will use our own laws to judge him and catch those behind him."

"Also," he paused, "please thank Mr. Elwood for me. He went to Ravenrill and I don't know if he has returned yet. If he has, please tell him that there has been some progress in the case."

The elven guard said nothing, but Ferger didn't need a response. He knew that these Sons of Light would definitely pass on his words, and he didn't intend to have too much dealings with Her Royal Highness the Princess.

After finishing all this, he looked towards the battlefield. Although the angry tone before was just an act, the elves' victory was somewhat beyond his expectation.

Her Royal Highness the Princess didn't even make a move.

……

It's not just Ferger.

Many people on the battlefield are now looking for the team that will bring them victory.

After all, many people witnessed the huge construct falling from the sky, emitting a green light tail and crossing the battlefield. They still remembered the fairy elf, and at least one or more combat craftsmen participated in the battle.

What's more, Her Royal Highness the Princess asked them to bring the young craftsman back, and she wanted to reward him well.

And the creator of everything was currently sitting next to a mountain of corpses of the Disaster Champion, with clockwork fairies flying back from all around and landing next to him.

He looked down at his magic glove - it was just an ordinary magic glove with a magic meter and ether pathways on it, which looked complex and full of mechanical feeling.

Although the Lone King's Pride has been repaired, in order to avoid exposing his identity as much as possible, he usually does not use his exclusive magic gloves unless it is really critical.

But there was actually nothing different about this magic glove. Everything was normal, even the damage and scratches were rare. He was not looking at the sophisticated machines on it.

Instead, he thought of the scene he saw in that illusion.

What exactly is that strange image?
Why is it on par with time and space, knowledge, nature, ether and elements? He felt that he was actually inspired by the elements, but Ms. Roman had a scale blocking his way.

She told him that was not his path.

So what is his path?
Unfortunately, his level was still too low. He was able to push open the door only at that moment with the help of Miss Tata, but was dragged back to the battlefield because of his loss of concentration.

Such an opportunity is hard to come by. To enter it again, it should be time for me to have a better understanding of the world of laws and domains. Such things cannot be rushed, and I can only wait until then.

However, Fang He could clearly feel that the image did not disappear like an illusion, it also had an impact on him and left something behind.

But he turned over his gloves, but he couldn't catch the inspiration no matter what. It seemed to exist somewhere, but it was beyond his perception.

He looked at Miss Tata who was standing beside him. The fairy lady looked unusually tired and her face was pale.

Nini, with her flaming long hair, clung to her sister, sweeping her tail across the fairy lady's body, appearing to be very intimate.

As a tiny soul born from Nicol Bolas' power, she can feel "love". Although she still cannot understand such a complex emotion, she has vaguely understood the meaning of closeness.

"Ms. Tata, are you okay?" Fang He couldn't help but ask.

Miss Fairy shook her head slightly, "I just need to rest, Mr. Knight."

"Nini, don't disturb your sister."

“Papa——”

"I may not be able to help you for the next period of time." Tata said softly.

"It's okay," Fang He shook his head. "You should have a good rest. I'm not a loser who needs to rely on others for everything. The most troublesome stage has passed. Just leave the rest to me."

Tata looked at him and nodded seriously. She certainly believed in her knight.

Just like he believed her too.

Someone parted the bushes and walked over. The crystallized trees were dropping powder onto the ground. The moment Cui Xisi saw Fang He, she stopped involuntarily.

Tianlan and Luoyu were following behind her.

"Captain Ai...," Cui Xisi said involuntarily, "You...the dragon soul has awakened...?"

She looked at the other person with an indescribable look. In fact, Juno also had a natural dragon soul, but that dragon soul was inherited from a legendary sky knight.

The club...used some special means, but inherited dragon souls are often difficult to awaken. It would be better to say that Juno's ability to control that dragon soul itself is a rare genius.

That is the biggest secret of the Holy Order, and only a few people in the upper echelons of the alliance know about it. It is not without reason that the twin stars of the empire are led by Juno.

Naturally, dragon souls are too rare and powerful, and their awakened ones are extremely rare even in the history of the indigenous peoples, and they are often legends among legends.

There are many people who have possessed dragon souls, and that's not even a big deal.

But since the Dark Ages, even back to the days of the Numelin Elves, the Sky Knights have been synonymous with the top and most powerful fighting force among mortals.

To put it bluntly, the birth of alchemy in the past was just to mass produce and imitate such capabilities.

That is the ultimate wish of mortals, to one day be able to match the power of a dragon, but even today, it is still a long way from being truly realized.

Fang He looked at her, Luo Yu and Tian Lan, and nodded slightly, "I saw that door, but only once."

That is the door of law.

...(End of chapter)