There was an unsettling restlessness suppressed in the air. The screams of monsters descending from the sky were mixed with the low hum of fluttering wings, as if a lid was placed outside a room, covering up all other sounds. .
The stars are rising, bravely facing their front. The twinkling starlight reflects into everyone's eyes, like a picture of a midsummer evening, with thick sunset glow and looming night stars smeared on the painting.
People looked up and stared at the night stars, just like they were staring at the crucial moment in the story:
The cyan starlight is rising slowly, whizzing through the night sky. From the direction facing away from the light, only the tail of a comet can be seen.
There, flapping wings blot out the sky,
And the next moment, the steel wall crashed into the flesh and blood jungle,
There was a drizzle of rain falling in the sky.
Rainwater is salty.
You can also taste some bitterness by licking it with your tongue. People raised their heads, but it was really raining in the sky. People couldn't tell which was rain and which was blood. The cold wind made people's fingers stiff.
The man on the observation post shouted loudly, his voice swaying in the straight line of rain:
"The first wave of attacks has arrived!"
The darkness that submerged the stars in the field of vision was enlarging. Those tiny black spots broke through the defense line, gradually revealing their muscular, powerfully flapping wings. Their snow-white teeth and sharp claws seemed to tear the entire world apart.
The shadow amplified the fear in people's hearts, and their fingers trembled slightly.
The next moment they instinctively pulled the trigger, the black muzzle of the magic gun vibrated and outlined a golden line. Some people even waved their magic wands and chanted magic, and the abilities given to them by the sea of trees can still be used today.
But those blows were so slight that they were swallowed up by the tide in an instant. The real line of defense is the silent piece of steel. The constructs are arrayed in the rain, and the water still flows over their steel bodies, as if tapping a silent line of defense.
The goblin messengers are waiting for an order.
That command was a rising bright silver glow. It was like a stroke of paint on the dark night sky. It rose from the sides and backs of everyone, like a rising stream of light in a storm. The colorful light illuminated everyone. human face.
That beam of silver light was like a blade, thrust straight into the monster, and the dragons that covered the sky melted like ice and snow.
The formation of the dragons was in chaos, and the goblin messengers seized the opportunity.
They closed their eyes at the next moment and used their will to communicate with the heavy instrument in their hands. The silver ether poured into the sensitive crystal components, and the light extended on each circuit, forming a thin vein.
The vein passed silently through the network of the etheric world, forming a silver chain that connected them to the fairy doll at the other end. The constructs 'opened' their eyes, a ferocious red light appeared in their pupils, and the machine 'awakened'.
They raised their muzzles, and pointed the black muzzles at the approaching enemies. Water splashes flowed along the metal paint surface, forming traces. Then the muzzles suddenly vibrated, and countless golden sparks bloomed.
The water splashed into mist, and countless fine water droplets rolled down from the vibrating barrel, or turned into white mist. Under the night sky, there are golden lines extending forward, and the other end of the line seems to disappear at the end of infinity.
The golden-red rain lines flew backwards into the sky, forming a steel curtain. The lines of fate were connecting the eight floating ships and the dark army to each other.
The dark creature hit the steel rain head-on, as if it hit an invisible wall. The spreading black tide suddenly stopped and swooped down on the unfolded membrane wings of the front dragon beast, on its chest and head. A ball of blood flowers bloomed.
Dots of bloody light unfolded a canvas in the sky. From left to right, the dragons had their wings broken, or had blood holes as big as bowls in their ribs, or had their necks broken, and lost half of their heads, like Falling from mid-air like raindrops.
But the audience outside the stadium had no time to cheer, applaud and applaud.
The invisible tension was like the depression before a storm, seizing everyone's mind and causing a strange silence outside the arena.
Whether they are in front of the screen or outside the screen, in the arena or outside the arena, everyone seems to be standing in the storm at this moment, experiencing the cold and biting blood mixed with the rain. Pat on face.
He saw with his own eyes the endless swarm of dragons rushing towards him. Although they were the weakest dragon beasts in mythology, each of them was actually equivalent to a ferocious monster of level 20 or 30.
They screamed and flew towards every sailboat, falling in the firelight, but not one of them was lost. The counterattack of the construct was like a stone thrown into the sea.
But people are still looking at the rising stars.
People whispered and whispered to each other, and the spectacular scene was reflected in their eyes:
"All air combat structures are in the air!"
All air combat constructs are leaving the aerostat.
Countless tiny black spots were leaving the ship, and they soon converged into tiny streams. These streams converged together under the control of an invisible hand, forming a vast torrent.
From a distance, that torrent was not much inferior to the group of dragons looming over the city with black clouds. It was even better than it. The victory was due to people's support for their own side, the power flowing in people's hearts, and their indomitable momentum.
Invisibly, the audience put themselves into the players' position.
People no longer distinguish between each other, and they ignore the differences between countries, whether they are the people from the Red Sea, the supporters of the Kaolin people, the Loya elves of the Sea of Silver Trees, or the people of the Empire.
They no longer see the exquisite emblems of different craftsmen associations, and the differences and superiorities between different regions and cultures. When facing the same doomsday, they only have the same one left. idea.
Fight back!
You can hear the needle drop on the field.
There was complete silence in the live broadcast room——
The air combat structures continue to take off.
Their numbers are still increasing.
Thousands of views were converging into Fang Plover's gaze, giving him an unprecedented feeling, like watching the battlefield with the eyes of a bystander, surveying the battle situation as a high-ranking person.
Starlight was gathering in front of him, which was the overflow from the construct's wind element nozzle. There are also some non-luminous ones, which are countless clockwork fairies wandering on the battlefield, bringing the picture into his field of vision from all corners of the battlefield.
The fractal picture constitutes a super-dimensional picture, and Tata uses huge computing power to sort out these pictures into understandable pictures. The feeling is like controlling a battle situation from the perspective of God.
The backbone of the air combat structure is his Lancers, which form the main thrust of the attack. Swimming outside are the Banshee constructs. Massive, swarm-like constructs form a curtain outside the fleet.
Further outside are the Silver Bees, leaving streaks of silver glow as they shuttle through the rain, like intertwined threads of fate. Their astonishing number form a cover on the battlefield, covering the arrival of more than seven columns of Clockwork Fairies. Below the dragons.
The dim shell of the efreets becomes their best cover in the storm, like a silent killer with a dull knife in his sleeve, waiting for the best opportunity to come.
Finally, there's Annihilator.
The Annihilator QV700 forms the last line of defense outside the fleet. Because the breadth of the battlefield is so amazing, many people did not notice when these square cone-shaped structures were distributed in an exquisite structure around the eight aerospace ships. arrive.
Just the wandering horses switching the screen back and forth, zooming in and out.
A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"This is the Kaolin man, this is the Dragon Alchemist! Dragon Soul No. 5 has shown unparalleled abilities, but what is truly outstanding is the craftsman who gave it the stage behind it,"
The young partner's tone was both surprised and passionate, "The Elf White Ship doesn't seem to be simple either. If the information given in the background is correct, it should also be a Dragon Knight battleship."
The gentle breathing sounds one after another corroborated his words, and people suppressed their surprise.
But Jerros remained silent. He repeatedly drew several lines in the picture, and the look of surprise magnified in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, interrupted his partner's words, and pointed at the screen with his pen:
"look here."
Annihilator's configuration creates a familiar impression.
It was like a wall.
A spherical network, a wall formed with a fractal structure, enveloped the fleet.
The network was so wide that it encompassed a quarter of the battlefield, making it difficult for people to notice.
A complete wall of goblins, an incredible look in the young partner's eyes. He almost thought he had seen it wrong. He rubbed his eyes and looked again before confirming that it was not a joke.
A fairy wall made of Annihilators?
Even if Dragon Soul No. 5 really has such an ability, it is not just a matter of computing power, but -
Fairy Dance.
That is the most exquisite and incredible dance of the multi-control methods of the combat craftsmen. It requires the craftsmen themselves to break through the limits of the three-dimensional space in which they live and have imagination in a higher-dimensional space.
Before the advent of an era, people had imagined that no one could achieve such a state on their own.
But then two miraculous people were born in the alchemy world, one of whom was named the Gray King, FOX.
Later, the Lotao craftsmen group used collective efforts to reproduce this miracle.
The miracle of the wall.
But Jellos shook his head slightly. In fact, this was not what he wanted his partner to see. It was just that the young man ignored the wider existence on the battlefield, and those small nodes were exactly the same as the current one.
The young partner suddenly asked unexpectedly:
Is this cheating?
Jerros shook his head. The question seemed to be asking, are combat craftsmen considered craftsmen?
Are they alchemists too?
He spoke softly.
…
Wandering horse in the live broadcast room.
With a 'pop' sound, the pen in his hand fell on the table. Every line drawn on the screen silenced every barrage in the live broadcast room. Every node at the end of the line pointed to - —
Outside the walls of Annihilator on that 'smaller' scale.
There is also an even wider 'outer wall' that almost covers the entire battlefield and is composed of thousands of clockwork goblins that are almost identical to its inner structure.
Everyone felt their scalps numb, and a thin layer of electric current seemed to flow through their bodies, making every hair stand on end.
If we say that KUN is the omniscient person, it is the well-intentioned wishes of fans.
So omniscience here is more like an objective fact.
The ultimate realm pursued by a craftsman.
"A perfect... goblin wall?"
"Could it be that the ability provided by Dragon Soul No. 5 is endless computing power?"
But can it be done just by computing power?
And what kind of dragon knight is that ship?
And Fang Plover cannot answer many of people's questions.
He is indeed 'observing' the battlefield through every node on this 'wall', taking in the minute details into his senses. That kind of perception can hardly be called 'seeing'.
It was Miss Tata who shared his senses.
Rather than saying that he is observing the world from a higher dimension, it is better to say that human senses have no way to transcend their own shackles. However -
Dragon Soul can.
The legendary winner of the Ten Kings Crown took a crucial step in the Dance of the Fairies, and he did achieve something along the way, but that achievement itself did not break away from the category of human beings.
But the Fairy Dragon Soul itself was born for this purpose.
The large number of lancers in the rain curtain were divided into two attack waves. The first wave had already been thrown into the battle by him. They dragged a long wake and crashed into the group of dragons. The rising stars that people had seen before were exactly this wave of lancers.
Fang Plover did not expect this wave of lancers to tear a hole in the dragon group head-on. His intention was just to separate the dragon group. This allows the defensive line of players behind to distinguish the first wave of enemies that enter the defensive circle.
But more important is the cover.
The aerial combat constructs that charged regardless of the cost still disrupted the dragons. Black steel and flesh and blood fought together, and the wind element nozzle dragged tail after tail in the dark night sky.
The spear pierced the dragon beast's body, or the sharp claws tore open the cold shell of the construct. The exposed core crystal was filled with rainwater, and the overflowing ether exploded into bright fireworks at the last moment.
The shock wave generated by the fire created blank areas one after another in the rain. The dragons flapped their wings and flew away, but some were still affected and fell into the sea of emptiness. Looking from a distance, the horizon is filled with tiny black dots falling one after another.
A fire net was set up around the sailboat.
The few dragons that passed through the Lancers' defense line were successfully separated from the main formation by Fang Plover, and just plunged into the fire net. The interlaced golden threads poked countless transparent holes in their bodies, causing these dark creatures to scream and roll down the clouds.
One or two dragon beasts rushed to the deck, but they were swarmed by the walkers who had been waiting there, and they were cut into pieces with swords. Blood flowed on the deck along with the rain. The players walked through the corpses and looked up at the battlefield above the sky.
There were flashes of light in the darkness miles away.
A steady stream of nearby air combat structures were leaving the deck, dragging long streams of light in that direction. An invisible will shrouded the battlefield, like a ghost watching every corner of the battlefield.
Its gaze made every air combat device seem to be alive - Wei Yu and Wu Cun on the side raised their heads. They had never seen such a scene before.
The square plover stood on the bow.
As if melting into the wind and rain.
The large network of air combat structures finally reached a balance with the dragon group that arrived first. They were in a stalemate on the front a few miles away from the fleet, making it impossible for the dark army to cross the thunder pool.
The few dark creatures that broke through were quickly drowned in the fleet's fire net.
But under that huge net, the audience could still see many constructs suspended over the battlefield and not engaged in battle. Fang Yu always observed this scene calmly with the attitude of an outsider, his eyes falling on a corner of the battlefield.
Miss Tata's will also swept across the entire network, patrolling in this big network.
Fang Plover was quietly waiting for the Nagas' spaceship to arrive.
Those octopus-like biomass spacecraft flew quite slowly, but the shock they caused when they crossed the battlefield and appeared in people's sight was incomparable. The dragons seemed to have received an order at that time.
They suddenly launched a frantic attack on the defense line at all costs. For a while, corpses fell like rain from the sky, but the dark creatures seemed to not know what fear was, and launched an overwhelming charge towards the fleet.
The audience held their breath.
Until this moment, they could understand the mentality of mortals thousands of years ago when facing the army of darkness. The battle that mortals won on the Clover Plain was the testimony of their courage in the following thousands of years.
But at that moment Fang Plover revealed his trump card - he did not need to be like the Light Leaders, Oath Keepers, and Silver Helmet Guards thousands of years ago to completely defeat this dark army. That was the responsibility of the sages. Great achievements.
And he only had to imitate the smallest part of it.
He raised his hand slightly, and countless dull clockwork fairies lurking in the storm received instructions at the same time. They flew out of the rain curtain and rose into the sky like bunches of meteors.
Fly towards the group of dragons.
The dragons are frantically attacking the vast defense line formed by the air combat structure array from the front, leaving them no time to pay attention to anything else. Even if a small number of dragons fly downwards, trying to stop these tiny fire giants——
But to no avail.
Because at that moment, the Silver Bees covering the left and right sides of the Fire Giant also launched an attack at the same time.
The fire djinn passed through the group of dragons that came to intercept them at almost no cost to casualties, and then flew into their main group. Each of the different fire djinn received different instructions.
Flying to the only place that belongs to them above the battlefield.
next moment--
Vikki controlled her stalker in mid-air, raising her head and staring in that direction. She seemed to hear a crisp snap of fingers and detonation - a continuous light that illuminated the entire battlefield.
The glow produced by the explosion was like several suns rising in an instant. The light and heat even dispersed the storm for a moment, evaporating the raindrops, and even the rain became a little lighter at that moment.
People stare at your wonderful scene for a long time.
But Vikki did not wait too long. Fang Plover asked her to lead the second wave of attacks. A dark air combat nightmare furnace structure was floating behind her, and all the attack power was hidden outside the battlefield.
"Sister Vikki!"
Zheng Yongzai shouted in the voice channel, "Captain Aide has sent an order!"
The Nightmare Furnace structures around her were waking up piece by piece, forming a blood-red ocean under the clouds. Vikki understood what the mission Fang Plover had given her. She needed to become a marker on the battlefield.
Provide guidance for this batch of Nightmare Furnace constructions.
Fairy Heart has no way to fully control these constructs with autonomous abilities.
She stretched out her hand forward and pressed the push rod to the end. The four temporarily installed wind element vector nozzles behind the stalker's tall body became bright at the same time, converging into four dazzling light streams——
The girl leaned back hard.
A beam of cyan light rose from above the clouds.
And she turned back at the same time. The scene on the left side of the battlefield she saw from the light screen was a same silver beam rising from the other end of the battlefield - it was the dragon knight of the Kaolin people that echoed her. .
She looked up.
The dragons above were already busy taking care of themselves, but at the same time, the slow and cumbersome Naga's Octopus spacecraft had been completely exposed from the battlefield. And that was her target.
"Vikki."
Fang Plover said.
At the same time, Forin's voice sounded in the fleet channel:
"Ed, Vikki, the World Destroyer is back."
Fang Plover and Vikki turned back in that direction at the same time, and saw two mountain-like tentacles rising again from the clouds in the sky, appearing behind the fleet.
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