The air suppressed the unsettling, and the whistling of monsters descending from the sky mixed with the low buzzing sound of wings, as if a lid was covered in a room, covering all other sounds.

The stars are rising, bravely facing their fronts. The twinkling starlight reflects into everyone's eyes, like a painting of midsummer evening, painted with thick sunsets and night stars that are about to appear.

People looked up at the night star, just like they were staring at the crucial moment in the story:

The blue starlight was rising slowly, whizzing through the night sky, and only a beam of comet's tail could be seen from the direction behind the light.

There, the flapping wings cover the sun,

And the next moment, the steel walls crashed into the flesh-and-blooded jungle,

There was still a drizzle in the sky.

The rain is salty.

You can taste some bitterness by licking it with your tongue. People raised their heads, but it really started raining in the sky, making people unable to tell which ones are rain and which ones are blood. The cold wind makes people's fingers stiff.

The man on the observation post shouted loudly, his voice swaying in the straight rain lines:

"The first wave of attacks arrived!"

The darkness that was flooded with stars in the field of vision was magnifying. The tiny black dots broke through the defense line and gradually revealed their powerful wings with twisted muscles. The snow-white teeth and sharp claws seemed to tear the whole world open.

The shadow magnified the fear in people's hearts, and their fingers were trembling slightly.

The next moment they instinctively pulled the trigger, and the dark muzzle of the magic gun vibrated and outlined a golden line. Some people even waved their magic wands to sing magic, and the ability given to them by the tree sea space can still be used.

But those blows were minimal and were instantly engulfed by the tide. The real line of defense was the silent steel, the structures arranged in the rain, and the water still splashed on their steel shells, as if hitting a silent line of defense.

The goblins were waiting for an order.

That command was a rising bright silver light, which was like a stroke of painted from the dark night sky, rising from behind the crowd, like a stream of light rising in the storm, and the colorful light illuminated everyone's face.

The silver light was like a blade, inserted straight into the monster, and the group of dragons covering the sky and the sun melted like ice and snow.

The dragon group formation was in chaos, and the goblins seized the opportunity.

The next moment they closed their eyes and communicated with the heavy instruments put on their hands with their will. The silver ether poured back into the sensitive crystal elements, and the light extended in each circuit to form a thin vein.

The veins silently passed through the network of the ether world, forming a silver chain, connecting them to the fairy dolls on the other end. The constructors "opened" their eyes, and a hideous red light appeared in their pupils, and the machine "wakes up".

They raised their muzzles, and the black muzzles pointed at the enemy who was rushing towards them. The water splashed along the metal paint surface, forming traces. Then the muzzles shook violently and countless golden sparks bloomed.

The water splashes form mist and splash, and countless fine water droplets roll down from the vibrating barrel or turn into white mist. Under the night sky, golden lines extend forward, and the other end of the line seems to disappear at the end of infinite distance.

The golden and red rain lines flew backwards to the sky, forming a steel curtain, and the lines of fate are connecting eight floating ships and the dark army.

The dark creature hit the steel rain head-on, as if it was hitting an invisible wall. The spreading black tide suddenly stopped and dived on the unfolding membrane wings of the dragon beast in the front, and a ball of blood bloomed on its chest and head.

The blood light spread out in the sky. From left to right, the dragon group either broke its wings, or opened a blood hole as big as a bowl in its chest, or was broken by its neck, losing half of its head, and fell from the air like raindrops.

But outside the stadium, the audience had no time to cheer, applaud and cheer.

The invisible tension is like the depression before a storm, which grabs everyone's mind and makes a strange calm outside the arena.

Everyone, whether they are in front of or outside the screen, on or outside the arena, seems to be standing in this storm, and personally experience the cold and bone-bending blood and rain, slapping on the face.

I watched the endless groups of dragons pounce on me. Although those were the weakest dragon beasts in the mythology, each of them actually had a ferocious monster that was 20 to 30 levels.

They roared towards each sailboat and fell in the fire, but none of them lost. The counterattack of the component was like a stone throwing into the sea.

But people still stared at the rising starry sky.

People whispered and whispered, and the spectacular scene reflected in their eyes:

"All air combat installations have been launched!"

All air combat installations are leaving the floating ship.

Countless tiny black dots were leaving the ship, and they quickly gathered into tiny streams. These streams gathered together under the control of an invisible hand, forming a vast torrent.

The torrent looked no less than the dragon group that was overwhelmed by the black clouds from a distance, and even better than that, because of the support of people to whom they belong, the power flowing in the hearts and the momentum of moving forward.

Invisibly, the audience put themselves in the position of the contestants.

People no longer distinguish between each other, and they also ignored the differences between countries, whether it was the people from the Chihai, the supporters of the Kaolin people, the Luoya elves of the Silver Tree Sea, or the Imperial people.

They no longer see the exquisite patterns of different craftsmen associations. They are no longer able to see the differences and differences between different regions and cultures they divide into. When facing the same doomsday, they only have the same idea.

Counterattack!

A needle can be heard on the field.

The live broadcast room is silent—

The air combat configuration is still on the rise.

Their number is still increasing.

Thousands of visions were pouring into Fang Yu's gaze, giving him an unprecedented feeling, just like staring at the battlefield with the eyes of a bystander, and exploring the battle situation with the identity of a high-ranking person.

Starlight gathered in front of him, which was the overflow of the wind element nozzle of the structure. Some of them did not shine, were countless clockwork fairies cruising on the battlefield, conveying the picture into his field of vision from every corner of the battlefield.

The fractal pictures form a super-dimensional picture, while Tata uses huge computing power to sort out these pictures into understandable pictures. The feeling is like a battle situation from the perspective of God.

The backbone in the air combat structure is his lancers, forming the main attack arrow. The banshee structure is cruising outside, with a large number of bee-like structures forming a curtain outside the fleet.

Further out are silver bees, leaving behind silver rays as they shuttled through the rain, like intertwined lines of destiny. Their amazing numbers form a cover on the battlefield, covering more than seven columns of clockwork fairies flying below the dragon group.

The dull and dull shell of the fire giant became their best cover in the storm, just like a silent killer who cages a dull knife into his sleeve, waiting for the best time to come.

Finally, there is the Annihilation.

The Annihilation QV700 formed the last line of defense outside the fleet. Because the breadth of the battlefield was so amazing that many people did not notice it when these square cone-shaped components were distributed in a delicate structure on the periphery of eight floating ships.

Only the wandering horses switch the screen back and forth, zooming in and out.

A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"This is the Korlin man, this is the Dragon Alchemist! Dragon Soul No. 5 has shown unparalleled abilities, but what is really outstanding is the craftsmen who have given it the stage behind it,"

The young partner was both surprised and passionate in his tone. "That elf white ship seems to be not simple either. If the information given in the backstage is good, it should be a Dragon Knight warship."

The gentle breathing sounds of his words were confirmed, and people suppressed the surprise in their hearts.

But Geros remained silent. He repeatedly drew several lines in the picture, and his surprised expression magnified in his eyes. He reached out, interrupted his partner's words, and pointed to the picture with a pen:

“Look here.”

The configuration of the Annihilist gives a familiar impression.

It was like a wall.

A spherical network, a wall of walls formed by fractal structures, envelopes the fleet.

The network was so wide that it covered a quarter of the battlefield that people were unable to detect for a while.

A complete wall of fairies, his incredible eyes magnified in the eyes of his young partner. He almost thought he had read it wrong, rubbed his eyes and looked it again before confirming that this was not a joke.

A wall of fairies made of annihilists?

Even if the Dragon Soul No. 5 really has such ability, it is not just a matter of computing power, but-

Fairy dance.

That is the most exquisite and incredible dance of combat craftsmen in multi-control methods. It requires that craftsmen themselves break through the limits of the three-dimensional space they live in and have imagination in higher dimensional spaces.

Before an era came, people had imagined that no one could reach such a state by himself.

But later two miracle people were born in the alchemy world, one of which was called King of Gray, FOX.

Later, the Rotao Craftsmen team reproduced this miracle with their collective efforts.

The miracle of the wall.

But Geros shook his head gently. What he wanted to partner to see was not this, but the young man ignored the existence of a larger breadth on the battlefield, and those small nodes were exactly the same as the current one.

The young partner suddenly asked in an unexpected way:

Is this considered cheating?

Geralus shook his head, and it seemed like he was asking this question, are combat craftsmen also considered craftsmen?

Are they alchemists too?

He opened his mouth gently.

...

In the live broadcast room of the wandering horse.

With a "bang", the pen in his hand fell on the table. Every outlined line on the screen made every barrage in the live broadcast room silent. Every node at the end pointed to by the line was pointing out-

Outside the wall of the annihilist on that 'smaller' scale.

There is also a wider "outer wall" that almost covers the entire battlefield, which is composed of thousands of clockwork fairies, which is almost exactly the same as its inner structure.

Everyone felt their scalp numb, and it seemed that a thin layer of current flowed through their bodies, causing every hair to stand up.

If KUN's omniscience is a kind wish of fans.

Then the omniscience here is more like an objective fact.

The limiting realm pursued by a craftsman.
To be continued...