The newborn dragon soul could not last long, so Fang Yu only showed it briefly before letting her return to the spiritual world.
However, this further confirms people’s ideas about the materialization of ether.
"Using ether to simulate the dragon soul, a wonderful idea."
"The design concept is actually the same as the dragon knight's structure, but what it lacks is just the dragon soul."
"So this is undoubtedly a main construct, or at least a part of it."
"To be precise, this is a dragon knight construction with nothing but appearances."
"But its significance lies not in its practicality, but in opening up a completely new way of thinking."
"Without joking, in the foreseeable future, Pseudo Dragon Knight may become a more genuine title."
"Incredible."
In the live broadcast room, the two guests were full of praise.
The eyes of both of them were actually shining with admiration.
Although they have long since moved away from that world, they now even have to perform poorly to make the audience laugh.
But who has a flash of the past in his heart?
As who could have imagined?
They once stood on the same stage and became the protagonists in people's minds at that time - who can reach the live broadcast room today, who will be an unknown person?
It’s just that the glory of the past has long turned into the waste of the present.
But time and years will not take away any of the glory above their heads. What they saw from Fang Plover at this moment was still not an emotion that ordinary people could understand.
That is a memory of past glory.
It’s just that Fang Yu didn’t think that much——
He won't tell others that it is actually the real dragon soul. Except for the two great craftsmen beside him, it was difficult for others who were a little further away to see the clues.
With the limit of imagination of those high-level craftsmen, they would probably not guess that it was a real dragon soul.
After all, in the first world, how could he bear the attribute contract of the Dragon Soul Crystal?
Dragon crystal without attributes.
That doesn't exist even in legends.
After a fierce argument, the staff finally gave the points to Fang Plover and Luo Lin.
In fact, there was no suspense about the result at all, but it just made Linn and others a little depressed - what the craftsmen were arguing about was not the result - but how many points they should score lower than Fang Plover in the end.
In the end, one group convinced the other group, and the craftsmen raised the scoreboards in turn:
100 to 64.8.
But the remaining people are actually still a little dissatisfied.
They believed that with such a stunning and stunning work, Elfendor's team should not have received a score above the passing line.
They think this is a conciliatory approach.
Craftsmen are probably the most demanding people in the world.
When the points hit the big screen in the sky. Tian Lan suddenly let out a sound. She stared blankly at the settlement result of her bonus, and almost fainted with joy.
But behind her, Jita's cold eyes were looking at her companions through the huge lenses of her glasses with a complicated expression, and she was thinking about a serious and ultimate problem of mankind in her heart.
Do you want to kill this European dog?
Can you win this?
Where is the law of heaven?
However, in the live broadcast room, what people are most concerned about at the moment is not the result of the game.
But there is a big question mark in everyone's mind:
Why is he so skilled at controlling and flexibly constructing?
Isn't this a craftsman competition?
After the score was announced, the staff came up to congratulate Fang Yu. Because the result was already clear, Fang Plover felt that he deserved this match. However, among the congratulations, someone inadvertently asked:
"Excuse me, Mr. Ed, what is the name of this legendary work?"
Fang Yu was startled for a moment, then realized that he hadn't thought about this problem yet.
However, legends and legendary works all have names that match their inspiration, so he doesn't need to think too much about it.
What's more, his previous two works were named "I am a Pigeon", which was considered the end of the bet between him and Liu Liyue. In this play-off, he naturally no longer has to be limited by this limitation.
In fact, during production, he had repeatedly tested this question - of course it wouldn't be a pigeon this time, at least it would have to be a sword plover or something. Therefore, when asked this question at this moment, Fang Yu was full of confidence and nodded immediately.
He didn't take a second look before announcing the name of his work.
This is the most important moment for a legendary main structure to become famous. Of course, the staff also showed the broadcast footage in a timely manner——
But the next moment, everyone in the square, including Fang Plover, was as silent as death.
Fang Yuan's face darkened as he looked at the illusory font that appeared on the gauntlet. There were five characters in total, simple and clear:
'I am not a pigeon'
Every word is filled with blood and tears, a silent accusation.
The next moment, a storm of laughter erupted in the square. Everyone was laughing so hard that tears overflowed. They thought that if this lovely young man had come to make them laugh, there was no doubt that he had achieved his purpose.
Even overfulfilled the task.
As for the live broadcast room?
The live broadcast room had already exploded. In fact, Ma Er was helplessly watching the screen of his live broadcast room go dark.
The above shows that the traffic is too large and the connection is disconnected.
But when he thought about the name he saw before, he felt a little dumbfounded.
…
Ender was looking at his disgraced student angrily, and the latter was so ashamed that he seemed to want to find a crack in the ground to bury himself.
In fact, after he got the answer he wanted from Fang Plover, he immediately understood the key to the problem based on his knowledge. Thinking of this, he glanced at Falaise angrily.
No wonder, this old guy keeps talking in a daze.
The legend of the Silver Tower is widely spread in the Southern Territory, and Ander naturally understands it well.
And as long as you understand the fact that the dragon soul exists.
He could easily deduce that conclusion - Fairy Dragon Soul - because only fairy gems without attributes can allow ordinary people to bear the dragon soul contract.
So he understood: the Silver Tower succeeded, and they really created the superior product of the Fairy Gem, the Fairy Dragon Crystal. And he, a foolish student, seemed to have unintentionally become the heir to this lost technology.
He didn't know if this was a fool's blessing.
But the name...
It's so embarrassing.
He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
Ender didn't know when his old friend saw this in his student. But there is no doubt that it was much earlier than him. He still deeply admires the other party's accomplishments in dragon soul.
But Ender didn't know.
In fact, both he and Falaise got one thing wrong.
That is, the Silver Tower did not actually succeed, and Fang Plover's inheritance came from an older era, but the two did not communicate much, and there was no way to explore what happened to Fang Plover.
But even if the old man figured this out, he would probably still shake his head and sigh.
Without it.
Because of this name——
It's so embarrassing.
He patted Fang Plover on the shoulder and comforted his student.
"Okay, don't think about it, we'll talk about this later," he only said, "Now let's get over this hurdle."
Falaise also nodded after hearing this.
The current level is naturally talking about the consul who is watching eagerly from the side.
But he still had to announce the result of the competition. Falaise thought for a moment, then said goodbye to the two of them, turned around and walked onto the stage, ready to announce the final answer.
He already had a draft in mind——
At this moment, after laughing on the playing field, it became quiet again.
People seemed to realize something from this solemn atmosphere. There was no sense of joy after the game. Instead, the field was almost as cold as death.
There is a smell of impending rain in the air.
Upon seeing this, Fang Pliant took a step back and prepared for a fight.
He was no longer naive, and naturally knew that what Luo Lin said before might be true. Regardless of victory or defeat, the other party would not let him go easily.
The ground shook slightly.
The crowd looked back and realized that two giant constructs had appeared on the street.
They are two stories tall and stand out from the ground on four crab-like legs, with a giant gear plate providing mobility on the upper half of the platform.
Rows of pipes were dripping with water and emitting cooled white steam outwards, causing the huge machine to roar slowly into the square.
There was some commotion.
There is a hemispherical armor plate above the giant structure, densely covered with shooting holes, and muskets protrude from it, aiming neatly in the direction of the square.
It was Corin-Ithulian's war machine, a giant flexible structure - the Iron Curtain, eight meters high, weighing seventy-seven tons, and carrying nineteen people.
It requires three skilled combat craftsmen to control it at the same time to ensure that it can move.
When Falaise saw this scene, he stopped what he was doing and turned back to look at Count Ronnier, as if waiting for an explanation.
But John Ronnier motioned for him to continue and replied calmly: "Mr. President, you can continue. I'm just taking precautions."
Falaise glanced at him, noncommittal.
He faced the audience in the square and then said: "Dear friends who have come from afar, at this point in the game, I think you may already have the answer in your mind as to who is the winner of today's game."
"But unfortunately, in today's kingdom, people seem to have forgotten the original intention of its establishment. They have also forgotten the tolerance of Corin-Ithurion and the justice in our hearts."
"Here, today, we can't even send a champion to fight for our glory, but we have to watch him get dragged down by some inexplicable things."
"They're going to arrest a fine young man today for some unsavory reason."
"As you all know, it involves a very powerful person, so I won't discuss everything about it."
The crowd burst into understanding laughter. In the south, not many people would respect the prime minister.
But after laughing, there was an even more suffocating silence.
A pin drop audible silence.
Falaise paused, then looked at everyone and continued: "So, today, I will not give anyone the championship."
"It's not because our players are not good enough, it's just because Kaolin-Ishulian doesn't deserve to have this championship. Remember this moment, everyone-" He said lightly: "It will be a shame for this kingdom, and Shame belongs to every one of us."
Count Ronnier's originally calm complexion turned purple. He let go of his hand, and a feeling of rage and panic swept through his body.
The damn dwarf was dragging him down. The Continental League is a continent-wide competition. Every word spoken by the opponent here today will be spread throughout the Treasure Stick Coast and St. Joan, throughout Nognis and Istania, and even between Osu and Lotao, every corner of the continent with people.
Corin-Ishulian lost a great man, and the royal family lost all dignity, but the prime minister didn't care why he lost this man.
But the other party is different from him. The other party only needs to abandon the things of the Craftsmen's Guild and hide in Eldron. As long as the Dwarf Council doesn't punish him, there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Count Ronil was shocked and angry, and the majestic anger in his heart turned into a roar: "You dare, little dwarf!?"
Falaise walked off the stage without even looking at him, and said to Fang Plover: "I can only help you so far, young man, but it's a pity that I can't give you the championship. But as long as the royal family still has face, it shouldn't embarrass you. .”
Fang Yu looked at the other party flattered: "Mr. Falaise, the royal family will ask you to hand over your position as president."
"I didn't care about it at first. All I care about in my life is alchemy. If you want to be grateful to me, just remember this sentence."
Fang Yu was greatly moved by these words. This was the first time he saw such a pure yearning for alchemy from the other party.
That was the same as what Anloser taught him, and they reached the same destination through different paths.
But he was moved anyway. Fang Pultru didn't want to really go back to Grande. He still had a lot of things to do.
He nodded: "I will remember your words, Mr. Falaise."
Falaise nodded slightly.
Count Ronil, who was ignored, was furious at this moment. He just pointed in the direction of Fang Plover and shouted: "Catch him!"
He had already messed up things, and if he still couldn't catch Fang Plover, he could almost foresee his miserable future. Under his order, the guards began to drive away the crowd, and the two giant structures also creaked and turned in that direction.
Seeing this scene, Tian Lan shook Luo Yu's arm in despair and exclaimed: "It's over, it's over, they're here!"
But suddenly, she saw a light.
It was at this time that Su Changfeng issued an order on the communication channel at the same time: "Execute the plan."
A voice of reply, a noise with magical interference, was coming from the channels of each group.
Finally it was summed up in his ears.
Then, the audience in the live broadcast room saw a free drama.
A group of soldiers is separating the crowd.
This was one of the first teams to rush to the edge of the field. Then the soldiers saw a young man wearing a black trench coat blocking them.
The opponent's hand was pulling out a short staff from behind.
The captain of the team reacted quickly. He raised his crossbow and aimed at the opponent.
But it's still a little late.
The young man in a black trench coat held a short staff in one hand and lightly pushed forward with the other:
"Detect weapons."
"Detect hostility."
"Force field - rebuke!"
A huge force struck, and the captain flew out together with the crossbow in his hand. As for the crossbow arrow, it was no longer known where it hit.
More than a dozen soldiers fell out almost at the same time and were accurately distinguished from the audience. The ordinary people next to them were almost unscathed and only looked at this scene in shock.
The young man raised his hand, and the fallen soldiers danced into the air together. He made precise gestures up and down:
"Detection crystal."
"Magic cut off."
"Get down here!"
There was a rush of thoughts, and all the magic furnaces on the soldiers were untied and fell to the ground like rain.
The young man didn't even look, he just threw a ball of fire and turned it into ashes.
Then he casually threw these guards down. After losing the magic furnace, the opponent also lost their power.
The other side of the field.
The soldiers met a smiling female swordsman.
Bai Jia pressed down the weapons in Sophie and Qian's hands and said to them: "My Princess, you are from Silver Vislan, and this place has nothing to do with you."
"Besides, to deal with these people, does Sister Bai Jia still need you to take action?"
"Just watch."
After saying that, she held the sword in one hand and put it in her coat pocket with the other. She turned around and looked at the soldiers with a smile.
Bai Jia tilted his head and said with a smile: "Why are you hesitating? Let's go together."
But the soldiers had already recognized her identity, and their voices stuttered: "Sword, sword witch..."
They bit the bullet, raised their crossbows and shot.
But the long sword in Bai Jia's hand seemed to have a spirit. As soon as the crossbow arrow came within four feet of her body, there was a flash of silver light and it split into two.
She moved forward, leaving only a trail of broken arrows behind her.
"Raise the spear!"
The captain shouted angrily.
A sea of halberds drowned the female swordsman.
But just a moment later, these soldiers staggered to the ground, and each of them had a hole of the same depth and size on the magic furnace, with magic sparks coming out.
Bai Jia stood among the soldiers, sheathed his sword and gently smoothed his hair.
The same scene is happening everywhere in the square.
Everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded. They had long heard that the military was extremely powerful and could use its single force to determine the situation in the turbid realm, blocking several armies from advancing.
But hearing about it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
"This Ronnier is really unlucky for eight lifetimes."
"What's going on in his mind when it comes to the Special Reserves? Does he think he's the Knight of the Dawn?"
"Do you think he wants to?"
Someone else couldn't help but post:
"Damn, why are there so many perverts in the Special Reserves Department?"
"So the lack of talent in the Chinese competition area is a false proposition, right? In fact, all the people have gone to the military?"
“The country is advancing and the people are retreating, which is depressing.”
"Wait for your people!"
There was a speechless voice behind this barrage, and everyone said that the angle upstairs was tricky and they could not refute it.
Then someone shouted: "That big guy moved!"
What moved was the Iron Curtain, one of the main war machines of Kaolin-Ithurian.
Its magical engine below began to run at full speed, turning awkwardly amidst the shrill whistle, and expelling billowing white mist from the pipes. Within the hemispherical shooting base, the muskets all emitted a flash of light, and along with a row of rising white smoke, the magic bullets flew towards the center of the square.
glacier!
Jita shouted, and a wall of ice stood up.
But how could she withstand the shots from the professional gunslinger? The bullets immediately punched a series of fist-sized holes in it. A sheet of icy rain danced, and Miss Naturalist's frail body flew out immediately.
"Jita!"
Tian Lan, who was protected behind her by her thin body, screamed in surprise.
She rushed two steps in that direction, but stepped on ice shards and fell heavily to the ground.
"Luo Yu, brother Ed, save Jita!" The little girl was about to cry.
Luo Yu calmed down and rushed in that direction.
Falaise threw a force field generator to protect Fang Plover and the others. He turned around and said to him: "Leave from the north of the square. That's the Elfendor Tower. There won't be too many people on the other side."
But Fang Yu shook his head.
"The others are still here."
"They're coming for you."
Fang Yu suddenly saw that his communication crystal turned red. He opened the communication channel, and Tian Lan's crying voice came out from it:
"Jita, Jita is injured and she bleeds a lot of blood. Brother Ed, where are you... help us, wuwu..."
At this time, a bright light suddenly released from the giant structure in the distance.
All magic communications in the square went silent.
Falaise also stopped.
Everyone looked at Fang Plover—Ander, Zheng Yongzai, Falaise, and Soul Fingerprint—and several other people in Ragnarok, all listening to this scene happen in silence.
Vikki ran over from a distance and shouted to Zheng Yongzai: "Yongzai, leave quickly, it's not safe here."
But the latter looked at her and shook his head at her.
Vikki was almost furious, but still ran over and grabbed his hand: "Why are you hanging out with them? The big shopkeepers are the most annoying!"
She especially glared at Fang Yu.
But Fang Yu didn't even look at her. He only took out a small golden ball from under his coat, and then looked at his teacher and Falaise.
"I can't leave," he replied.
"My guys are still there."
Vikki was slightly startled when he heard this, and suddenly stopped.
Falaise and Ender looked at each other, but neither spoke.
Fang Plover raised his hand and released the clockwork fairy. It drew a beautiful arc and flew into the air.
When the giant suit moved, Su Changfeng and his men's attack was blocked for the first time. Although the black windbreakers immediately adjusted their strategies and began to move closer to the giant costume, they had little success.
With the Archon's bodyguards guarding below, and the cover of the giant structure, how could it be so easy to get close to them.
Bai Jia and the young man tried several times, but they were unable to make any progress due to the restriction that they could not kill people. And when they were in trouble, Bai Jia suddenly saw a golden flash of light and crashed into the giant suit.
The next moment, there was a strong and dazzling explosion flash.
The explosion did not damage the giant structure at all, but it was enough to push it to tilt, and the combat craftsmen inside suddenly staggered.
The craftsmen tried to regain their balance, but suddenly, they heard another crash.
There was a dull thud - like some small object hitting the shell underneath the giant structure. Everyone heard the sound clearly, and then the ground shook.
A series of explosions flashed over the square, but no one knew what happened.
The construct made a heart-breaking noise and finally slowly stopped.
Chance!
Bai Jia and the young man rushed forward at the same time.
Apparently the other giant structure also noticed the flaw exposed here. It made a creaking sound and slowly turned in this direction.
But before it could turn halfway, a huge white light penetrated its lower half and two front legs. The Iron Curtain made a terrifying loud noise, which was the sound of metal twisting and deforming, and then it knelt forward and fell to the ground with a bang.
Lost momentum.
And that white light almost blew away the smoke and dust in half the square.
Everyone looked in that direction with some fear - they saw Su Changfeng standing there, wearing a black military coat, slowly retracting his hand.
Only then did he take off the cigarette butt from his mouth, and casually threw it to the ground amid the lingering smoke. Then he stamped out the dark red light spots with his leather boots, then exhaled and raised his head to look at Count Ronnier.
The bright light of the magic furnace behind him gradually dimmed.
Count Ronnier was angry and anxious. He took out the elementalist staff and pointed it at the opponent: "How dare you--!"
Almost the same voice came from down the field.
Pudra was loudly appealing to everyone: "This is a great opportunity to repair relations with the north. We can stand with Count Ronnier!"
But Suonan was not interested in this proposal. The old dwarf did not want to take another look at the master of potions. He only replied: "Whether we want to repair the relationship with the North, let's wait until Ye Hua comes back."
"But," Pudra was a little dumbfounded: "Wait, where are you going?"
"This game is already embarrassing enough, let them fight," Suonan said angrily: "Let's go back to Elfendo."
"But, wait," Pudra was secretly anxious, angrily scolding his unreliable students for why they haven't solved the defense of the minaret yet, while racking his brains, he said: "This is not good..."
"There's nothing wrong with that." The old dwarf looked at the bustling square and concluded, "There are too few of those Holy Chosen Ones."
As if to confirm his words.
There was a burst of exclamation in the live broadcast room:
"The big guy is here again!"
“There’s also one in the east!”
Four giant structures, swinging their huge four legs, rumbled into the square.
They creaked and turned around, aiming at everyone in the center of the square.
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