An extremely absurd thought arose in everyone's mind - to construct the dead.

But the scene that was happening also destroyed the psychological defense of everyone present. These geniuses from the empire could defeat everything they could understand, but could not understand the scene in front of them.

The tide of darkness was shaken for the first time.

Even retreating.

No one directed them to retreat, but had to retreat under the impact of the front. The black and white front was melting little by little, and the tide of construction behind it had grown to twice or even three times the size of the front of the entire battlefield.

That's just one person.

Command an army.

An army that ignores losses and puts life and death aside, not only has no morale, but also does not even have the concept of extinction. Fighting with such an army is for its opponent.

It's purely mental torture.

But Fang Yu was actually a bit boring, because this was probably a bit bullying. He had completely brought the support for multiple parallelism in the sea of ​​trees to the extreme, but such an environment could not exist in the outside world.

If the previous technology is still possible to be realized, then all this is somewhat bullying now.

If it were other times, he might not have won so much force, but in fact the battle has entered garbage time. The imperialists have been planning for a long time, so he said he could not come and not go.

At this time, the Rotao people's insertion was somewhat extravagant. When they attacked the Imperial people from behind, the defense of the Ravendur Craftsmen Association had actually completely collapsed.

Repinz even looked at the Rotao people with a smile, shook his head and raised his hand, pulled off the line on the magic furnace, turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the battlefield. Since victory and failure are meaningless, he might as well leave the field with a decent attitude.

Maybe there is still a chance after that.

But he was also unable to be sure whether the geniuses of the Imperial Workshop could reach the end.

Tige and Anat looked at this scene incredible way. Only a mess was left in the forest. After breaking through the imperial front, most of the square pluck's components immediately turned into dust and were ashes like sand and gravel.

The remaining part of the K-2/K-3 walkers are just sweeping the battlefield, but in terms of appearance, at least they are no different from ordinary components. The remains of the Nightmare Creatures that are spread throughout the valley almost turned this place into a huge mechanical cemetery.

In the cemetery, only the winners with red light flashing in their eyes are cleaning up the endgame.

The Rotao people walked through the long battlefield in disbelief, stepping on the creaking fragments of machinery under their feet. They looked up at the boy who walked out of the forest and another boy beside him.

"Where are the others?"

Anat couldn't help asking, "There will always be the only two of you here in the Golander Craftsmen?"

Fang Yu smiled awkwardly, scratching his head and didn't know how to answer this question.

"You are Ed," Tiger finally recognized the other party, "You are the Dragon Alchemist?"

Suddenly, a shocked look appeared on his face, "You are the only one here. You have defeated the entire Ravendur Craftsmen Association, aren't there... there are Silver Chain Island and Han Rui?"

"The strength of Silver Chain Island and Han Rui is not strong," Fang Yu thought for a moment and said truthfully, "The Empire is indeed much more difficult."

Tiger opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.

But Anat's face next to him suddenly turned pale. She looked at the other party blankly and suddenly realized that the other party said this, wouldn't it be that the other party did not object? Then wasn't the doomsday scene created by the other party?

How is that possible?

...

There was silence on the main field.

This moment also reflects it into the live broadcast room of the wandering horse.

The fast-moving barrage was completely silent a few minutes ago. It was not that people were so shocked that they forgot to express it, but that the traffic in the live broadcast room had been blown up a few minutes ago.

The barrage system was shut down directly, which was a scene that had never been seen in secondary competitions since the Star Gate era. Almost all of the similar experiences happened in those top competitions.

The wandering horse also said nothing and became completely quiet. He seemed to have returned to the moment a long time ago, when he was sitting in the audience of Elpaxin's competition, with almost the same feeling in his heart.

Is it a privilege?

Are you excited?

Is it the excitement of witnessing the birth of the legend?

Maybe there are, or maybe there aren't. That complex feeling flows in his heart - making him want to shout, but he is silent.

The silent feelings were brewing a storm, which made him feel a little stiff in his eyes. He gently pressed the corner of his eyes and suddenly understood when people failed in the turbid realm.

Why is there such a loss in my heart?

They put their dreams on the players who have pioneered their future for them, and the wonderful dreams they cannot achieve are realized one by one in the people they support.

They empathize with excitement and joy, and share regrets and loss.

Is super competition 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 break free from the trivialities in life.

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He sighed softly, and suddenly realized that he might have embarked on an amazing path.

That may be just self-motivation, but emotion itself is a precious emotion.

Just now-

Nearly one-tenth of the super competitive audience on the entire earth was immersed in that beautiful dream, but Jeros hurried to the backstage with the staff. He glanced at his colleagues who were also shocked and couldn't help but blurt out:

"What happened," Gerald looked at everyone's face, "Is it the problem of the Cowlin?"

A moment of silence.

"No," someone finally stood up and shook his head, "It's the people of the giant tree hill, they have passed through the dark wall."

"How is that possible?" Gerald's first reaction was unbelievable. "Aren't their progress slower than the Imperial people? The question is active metal. How could the people from the Giant Tree Hill pass so quickly?"

"You can see it yourself."

The man moved the screen over.

Above the screen was a broken wall, with a huge gap in the towering black wall, leaving only the scattered remains of machinery. The roots of the growing giant tree spread through the hole.

It seemed as if what happened before was not a war between craftsmen, but a unicorn girl from the Holy Woods came here.

"The giant tree inspiration," Jeros recognized the thing at a glance, "Isn't that the forbidden technique of the White Tree Temple? It has never appeared since the age of the fairy. Why...?"

"Have the fairies found their heir?" Jeros was a little unbelievable, "A new light-restor was born?"

There was a silence in the background.

Everyone looked up at him, and the meaning in his eyes was clear - all this might be true.

Geros's heart skipped a beat. The fairies selected a new light-resuer, which means that someone must have participated in the game in violation of regulations. If this matter is caused, it will be a huge scandal.

A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind:

What happened to the Sanshak Craftsmen Association?
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