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