Those are countless pieces of knowledge, gathered from the lifelong experiences of fourteen Masters, piece by piece, converging here.

Magic Guided Conductors, Plugins, Crystals, Main Constructs.

Finally, the Flexible Construct—

Most branches of contemporary Alchemy can be verified on the Dragon Knight, because they are actually the crystalline products of Alchemy known to people since the Numelin Elves Era.

Each tentacle of this network represents each Master's analysis and reconstruction of 'Xiuma', like a dazzling starlight, slowly converging to one side. And there, lies the legendary Dragon Knight who has been dormant for a hundred years.

"Mr. Knight," Tata spoke again, "allocate everyone's calculative power."

Fang Hong raised his hand.

The brilliant Silverlight in his eyes was the countless rivers of light converging here at this moment, linking to each node of the Dragon Knight like a vast constellation under his allocation.

Below the Elfendo Spire, all the Artificer Masters opened their mouths in disbelief. It's not that they haven't heard of the reverse methods of a Fairy Master; in fact, many Constructs have systems for multi-person operation built-in.

For example, the 'Iron Curtain' device requires several Combat Artisans to share calculative power and cooperate with each other to achieve perfect control.

But this operation has a prerequisite.

It requires the main controller to have a tremendously precise calculative ability to effectively allocate each person's calculative tasks. Otherwise, simply gathering everyone's calculative power might not necessarily result in a one-plus-one-equals-two effect.

Top craftsmen with such calculative abilities are certainly not uncommon in Eteliria.

But for it to appear on someone of this young age.

Is something unheard of.

Fang Hong gently clenched his fist.

And this time, almost following his movement, the Dragon Knight 'Xiuma', after a century of slumber, reached out for the azure long spear beside him for the first time, shaking off the thick dust on it.

It was the first time in a century it reunited with its 'old companion'.

And Fang Hong projected this scene before everyone below through his Communication Crystal.

In the live stream room, people seemed petrified, merely watching as 'Xiuma' stepped out of the hall and stood on the outer balcony.

When this legendary Dragon Knight, which had disappeared from the world for nearly a century, stood with a dragon spear on this platform once more, at that moment when everyone caught sight of him.

Everyone in the plaza couldn't help but feel their minds ripple, and they eternally remembered the young man behind the Dragon Knight.

It pointed the long spear flatly.

"Mr. Knight," Tata said softly, "release the magic power."

Fang Hong nodded slightly. His little bit of magic power was far from sufficient to bring a Dragon Knight into combat mode, but fortunately, he and Miss Fairy had already discussed each step to follow.

He lowered his head, took out a ring from his chest, silently looked at it for a moment, and then slipped it onto his finger—

Fairy Kin, Saint Dilac's Ring (Legendary Ring, Quality, SS+)

'Enhancing magic power output through calculative power—'

Weight: 0.01kg

Level requirement: Special

'Soul of Shattered Stars, Essence of Casting Brilliance'

Legendary Ring.

At that moment, the immense calculative power from five Grand Artificers and nine top-tier High Order Craftsmen instantly transformed into countless magic power, injected into the Main Crystal within the Dragon Knight 'Xiuma'. And a cerulean light slowly bloomed from the long-dormant knight's body.

The faint shimmer.

Also reflected in Nikopolas's eyes.

It was like a warning rising straight from the heart, pricking this Dragon's Witch's eyes. From the depths of its instinctual fears, it quickly realized where that sense of danger was coming from.

That light was familiar.

Imprinted deeply in memory.

A profoundly dangerous premonition enveloped its dark heart—

"Xiuyuede?" Nikopolas screeched, turning frantically: "How can you still be—"

Its words froze at that moment.

A brilliant azure light shot straight from the tip of the Dragon Knight's spear. In everyone's eyes, it was a straight silver line slicing through half the sky of Fanric—it started from the Elfendo Spire and connected beyond to the Long Lake outer harbor, seven blocks away.

At that moment, it crossed the heavens—

The Silverlight flashed and vanished.

Passing through the center of the Dark Giant Dragon's body.

The Dragon's Witch let out an extremely mournful cry, the golden flame-like blood gushing from its chest—that was the first time Fang Hong saw the true blood of the Dark Giant Dragon—that golden flame drizzled down like a shower of golden leaves.

Nikopolas's eyes swelled with the deepest anger and doubt.

It strained against the pain, struggled to fly higher, seemingly trying to discern clearly if that face behind the Dragon Knight was indeed the one it had hated and feared from the core of its being a hundred years ago.

But what it saw.

Was merely a youth.

"It's you again!"

Nikopolas's voice was almost frantic with rage.

It suddenly spread its wings, performed a barrel roll mid-air, and, with all its might, dove towards the platform: "You wretched human, do you really think, with this trash, you can defeat me again!?"

The Dragon's Witch's shriek was filled with venom and spite: "Sadly—you are not Xiuyuede!"

The Dark Giant Dragon pounced down in mid-air.

And everyone tightened their grip on their chests, staring intently at this scene.

Fang Hong took a deep breath, letting 'Xiuma' step back and raise its long spear, preparing to face Nikopolas's fatal blow. He remained silent, but he fully understood that—he was not Xiuyuede, but just a newly started craftsman at level nineteen, lacking something.

Furthermore, he did not possess the Dragon Slaying Holy Sword, Galapea.

Whether with only 'Xiuma' he could block the opponent's strike, he was also uncertain.

Yet whether he could withstand it or not, he realized he truly had no choice, for that slim glimmer of hope, he had to raise the spear—

Just as a true Knight would.

He had already calmed his heart completely, beyond considering life and death.

"Hahahaha!" In the plaza, only a Pudra continued laughing maniacally: "He can't possibly withstand Nikopolas; who does he think he is!?"

But at that very moment.

A sliver of Silverlight came into people's sight.

The Silverlight pierced through the clouds, like a lightning stroke across the sky; in what felt like a fleeting moment, it had leapt over the heavens south of Long Lake, arriving above Fanric.

Then, a clear voice descended directly from above the clouds:

"Whether he is Xiuyuede."

"You don't get to say, Nikopolas."

A clarion whistle.

A pair of elegant wings, a streak of silver brilliance, penetrated through the clouds.

The laughter from Pudra abruptly stuck in his throat. What reflected in his aged eyes was a streak of light like electricity, a silver sword stabbing straight down—intersecting with the Dragon's Witch mid-air.

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