At this moment, the Alchemists raised their right hands in unison. The 'Knight' constructs followed suit in perfect synchronization, raising their long spears—as the Alchemists gestured, the constructs began circling around Nikopolas, trailing long plumes of white smoke.

In the golden eyes of the Dragon's Witch, this scene was reflected. It flapped its wings and turned sharply to prevent the mortals' constructs from reaching an unattackable blind spot.

But such a maneuver naturally led it into the A5 area.

On the deck, the Observer lowered the monocular, turned around, and shouted in the direction of the Captain's Room: "Target has entered the preset area."

"Target shooting calibration area!" The Messenger Official turned around simultaneously.

Zhou Zhengyu calmly waved his hand: "Fire!"

Twenty-four heavy cannons roared simultaneously—

From the ground, it looked like flames flashed simultaneously, followed by dotted explosions lighting up the pitch-black dragon wings. With a furious shriek, Nikopolas took flight amidst the fire.

Out of sheer revenge, it crashed headlong into Elfendo's Airport District.

There, a half-expanded Floating Island emitted a terrifying fracturing sound as the Dragon's Witch's enormous body pushed against it. Under the watchful eyes of the people, the Sky Island began to tilt to the right with a creaky groan.

Then its main structure cracked, starting to disintegrate. The Guy engines inside, overburdened, sparked with bursts of fire. Finally, after a long wailing nearly like a sob, it began to descend slowly.

The Floating Island finally lost its last bit of momentum, plummeting toward the ground, disintegrating during the descent, and transforming into a rain of meteors that crashed onto the square.

"Hold on!"

Ande shouted loudly.

The boulders fell with a crash, a few flashes of bright blue shields sparkled for a moment, then dimmed. Amidst the haze of dust, people called out names of family, friends, parents, and children, with sharp, desperate cries.

Red Leaf stood alone in the square, staring blankly at the scene.

It was not her first experience of such a scenario, which once again brought everything that happened in Dolifen and Charter City vividly to her mind, like a haze, an invading nightmare deep into her soul.

"Ade," the girl couldn't help but clasp her hands at her chest, murmuring in her heart, "Are you still alive? This time, can you conquer it again?"

More and more people began to pray, praying for a miracle, praying that the brave warriors in the sky could vanquish the domineering Giant Dragon.

Among them, many had actually forgotten—

A hundred years ago, the same scene also unfolded on this land.

Except now, the clouds over Idus appeared above Fanric.

Inside the live broadcast room.

No one was joking anymore.

People stared blankly at the scene, similarly praying in their hearts.

They deeply understood this was not a game, but a disaster they could hardly experience firsthand. Because at this moment, in that square are countless living beings—men, women, children, and their families.

And what would happen if this combat failed?

No one dared to imagine.

Everyone quietly listened, listening intently to the chaotic sounds from the battlefield, the communication channels. The true voice of heroes:

"Zero Three, Zero Three, repeat, it is not injured, it is hardly injured."

"Watch out for the breath!"

"My 'Knight' is lost."

"Two backup constructs remain—"

"Requesting Fanric support, repeat, requesting ground support from Fanric."

But where on earth is there any ground support?

Amidst the chaotic voices, people discerned a somewhat quiet speech:

"Teacher Ande, are you there?"

Ande stared blankly at the communication crystal before him—this belonged to Luo Yu's crystal—he glanced at the points of light flashing in the sky, gulped, and answered hoarsely: "Ade, is that you?"

"It's me."

"Where are you?" Ande hurriedly asked.

"I'm still on the seventy-seventh level, Teacher."

"Can you come down?"

"No."

After a brief silence, Fang Hong spoke again: "I need your help, Teacher."

"Us?"

Ande was slightly startled: "What help do you need?"

Inside the hall—

Fang Hong looked up, quietly observing the tall knight beside him.

He gently raised his right hand.

With a soft 'whoosh,' 'Xiuma' also slowly raised its right arm.

As if an action from a century of history, over a hundred years later on this day, it was the only gesture presented to the world.

But the movement halted midway, with this simple gesture already causing Fang Hong to sweat profusely.

Tata raised her head, watching her knight from the side:

"The control law reset is complete."

"The main Dragon Soul is also in synchronization state."

"But Mr. Knight, we may have miscalculated something—"

Fang Hong did not speak.

He actually already felt it, just the simple act of raising his right hand, the overwhelming calculative power almost blew his mind. He was nearly drenched in cold sweat, barely completing half the task.

The problem is simple, yet serious—

It is a severe shortage of calculative power.

To be fair, this isn't entirely Miss Tata's fault, because she had stated long ago that their chance of activating this Dragon Knight was never more than half.

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