When the starry light fell on the wanderer, the latter remained unmoved. He only raised his head, and raised his right hand expressionlessly, the space behind him seemed to be distorted, and the dark energy formed a misplaced storm, when the storm and the starlight intertwined, the golden clockwork fairy split into two or three in mid-air, and the arc-shaped shell cut open to form a jumping copper ring, like raindrops, jingling and rolling down to the ground.

Fang Yu had never seen a spell like this, but he could also see that it was the powerful aether power that controlled the space, and the misplaced space was like a sharp blade, cutting his clockwork goblin apart.

This is somewhat similar to atmospheric elementals that make the Wind Blades cluster, but the attack power is not on the same worldline.

But he also expected that Count Cillin-Sbicca would not sit still, and it was obviously impossible to do it with one blow.

Fang Yu immediately raised his left hand, and at the same time used both hands to control his clockwork fairy. He pointed five fingers, and in the darkness, the red light in the crystalline pupils of the clockwork fairy flickered slightly, with a red light mark turning and changing direction - every clockwork fairy that survived was scattered in all directions at the same time, in different trajectories.

A golden streamer shuttled through the darkness.

Guided by the plover, they deftly weave their way between the misaligned storms. And in the next moment, Fang Yuan's hands sank down—and at his command, a golden light also sank downward, sinking beneath the storm, and then immediately screamed and rushed towards the wanderer in front of him.

When the wanderer saw this scene, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

If at this moment, every construct component on Fang Yuan's control glove, the subtle vibration generated by each magic crystal embedded in it, and every operation command generated in it can be refined into a line with the clockwork fairy——

He must have seen the connection in the sky, connecting to every clockwork goblin, and the connection in the sky was a portrayal of genius at this moment. Fang Yu is making every surviving clockwork goblin seem to have come to life, and have an independent consciousness.

And the golden light in the sky was a golden sword in his hand that was swinging in this direction.

The young scholar not far away opened his mouth wide, and saw a fleeting glint in his eyes, although he was not a craftsman, but the battle craftsman was popular in the world, so he probably understood the meaning of this scene. Even the most gifted young man he'd ever seen in the Silver Tower, it was nothing more than that—

But there are many differences between the two.

In his eyes, he seems to be an indomitable teenager, destined to challenge the insurmountable mountain.

It was like a bouquet of brilliant flowers, blooming in the night sky, illuminating for a while. It's beautiful, but it's short-lived......

He could not win and was doomed, but the other side was probably ready to sacrifice. What the boy had said to him before flashed through his mind at this moment:

"What will happen?"

"Don't ask, just look."

Now he sees it.

The other party can obviously aspire to better and higher achievements, so why make this choice at such a young age?

But no matter what era it is, heroic spirit can always infect people's hearts. A stream of heat rose from the young scholar's heart, and he forgot his fear for a moment, and he shuddered and took out a pair of glasses from his bosom, and glanced back at the elf lady not far away.

By the way, I still have a promise that I haven't fulfilled yet-

"Don't worry, I'll get it done!" He gritted his teeth and said something to himself. I don't know where a surge of courage came from, and I buried my head and rushed in that direction.

Fang Yu didn't look behind him.

Just as the wanderer's admiring gaze falls only on him. His appreciation was more like a compliment to the courage of the young man, with a hint of mockery. Since the time of the Dragon Witch, how many people have dared to challenge themselves from the front?

He saw a familiar temperament from Fang Yuan, which felt like Jo Xiude, which actually made him feel a little nostalgic for the past era.

Although he is an enemy, he also admires the purity of the other party without impurities. The difference between the two actually comes from the difference in their perception of life and power, but he doesn't think there's anything wrong with him, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with the other party.

Unable to convince each other, they talk with strength - this is exactly his logic, failed, there is nothing to say. The wanderer's gaze returned to reality, and for a moment when the thought flashed in the depths of the deep pupils, time almost stood still, revealing a hint of pity.

It's just a pity that Joschud is dead, and that's what eternity means. And the young man in front of him is still too weak. It's just that compared to Pudra and those people in the kingdom, he shook his head slightly, those people are not even a child.

He raised his hand to make a block.

The 'Golden Sword' in Fang Yuan's hand was torn apart.

The latter looked up and looked at the clockwork goblin that had cracked in mid-air, the parts clinking and scattering, leaving only one to the ground.

For the first time, he felt a little helpless, he still had an angel of power, but what was the point in front of the other party? It's just a toy. Fang Yu gritted his teeth, calmed down, looked at the other party, raised his hand again, pressed down, and reinforced, every resonance crystal inlaid in the reinforcement glove resonated in unison.

A colossus opened a door of light from mid-air and fell straight down.

Orfen's twin star held a giant shield and pressed down on the wanderer's shield with a thousand powers.

But the wanderer only raised his right hand and extended his index finger a little upward.

The moment the fingertips touched the shield surface, the depression turned from one point to the whole surface, and the two-inch thick steel shield was like a piece of paper, crumpled; The huge impact force not only deformed the shield surface, but also the colossus behind it flew out as well.

Fang Yu heard a 'click' crack, and at least one-third of the resonance crystals in the reinforcing gloves shattered in unison. But he clenched his fist hard, and the loud thud that flew out of the air split in two—the dreadnought with a spear in hand stabbed the wanderer with a single shot.

The colossus holding the giant shield flew out sideways, hitting the edge of the pit with a loud bang, and even the ground shook.

The wanderer didn't even move his eyes, and with a flick of his hand, an invisible force struck the Dreadnought from the side, and the latter made a sharp stop in mid-air, flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, following in the footsteps of the Colossus.

But before the blow was finished, two silver rays of light came into his eyes, two silver angels were framed one in front of the other, and two narrow swords stabbed straight at him. For the first time, Count Sirin Sbicca flicked his sword with his backhand, and a flash of light flashed, and one of the angels immediately broke off and fell from it.

But another angel flashed behind him.

The wanderer backhanded his sword, as if he had a long eye behind his back, blocking the Angel's blow.

He slashed with his backhand again, and the Angel of Energy followed in the footsteps of the former. But before he could withdraw the long sword, two more clouds of silver light appeared in front of him, and the same two narrow blades came into his eyes—the wanderer was stunned, and he withdrew the long sword with an expressionless face and slashed it.

But this time, the two energy angels took a step back in unison.

The tip of the sword only cut a thin cut in the shell of one of the Angels, while the other Angel was unscathed. They retreated and ascended, attacking the wanderers once more.

Avoided -

The wanderer had some surprises for the first time.

Did the other party catch up with him and react?

But a thought flashed through his mind, realizing that it couldn't be. Although he hasn't shown one-tenth of his strength, he can't catch up with the other party, and he suddenly has a hint of clarity - the other party predicted his reaction: Did you record the data of the last encounter, and reacted so quickly?

It's kind of interesting.

But it's useless, how many angels do you have?

He thought in his heart, and simply stretched out his hand and pointed, two balls of light, one in front of the other, and hit the two energy angels. Because the speed of the dark ball of light was so fast, Fang Yu didn't react at all, and he only had time to let a clockwork fairy shuttle past and circle before the Angel of Energy.

But to no avail, the wanderer stretched out his hand, and the clockwork elf was torn apart out of thin air.

The two Angels fell, and half of the clockwork goblin rolled back.

Fang Yu really didn't have any way to do it this time, this Type II clockwork goblin was already his last reserve, and he was reluctant to use it in battle, only for reconnaissance, or to transmit information in the team. He watched this happen, and for the first time felt a sense of powerlessness.

He was left alone.

He clenched his fists, and in the previous battle, he had actually gotten close to the other party by the cover of a series of operations.

But is this little distance really useful? The other party was too strong, even stronger than the dragon knight he had met before, and he had already seen that the wanderer was not doing his best, but even so, there was still no chance at all. His gaze briefly met the maiden in the center of the square, and Eve, whose face turned pale, shook her head at him with tears in her eyes.

"Ed, come back......"

Attila could finally make a sound.

The young scholar was coming to her and said to her in a loud voice, "He asked me to take you away!" ”

Miss Elf didn't hear it, and only looked directly at Fang Yuan's back.

Fang Yu took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and the pride of the lone king flew out of his hand—but it deviated from the direction, and the flying claws flew past the other party with the cable. The wanderer only remained motionless, watching the scene indifferently.

And since before, he has not broken the spell, and the light of the lines of words on the square is getting stronger and stronger.

Fang Plover unleashed its left claw again.

The wanderer raised his hand and caught the claw with a 'click', as if Fang Yu had sent the claw to him, and then with a slight grip, the claw sent by the lady instantly shattered. But Fang Yu didn't have time to feel heartache, because at this moment, the pride of the lone king on the other side had hit a broken pillar behind the wanderer.

Fang Yu grabbed it with his hand, and the magic engine immediately started, maintaining the magic furnace in an overloaded state, and it had emitted bursts of white smoke, almost reaching its limit. The high temperature even burned through the scorching layer, making Fang Yu feel a heart-piercing pain behind him.

But he couldn't do that much.

The cable 'buzzed' straightened, and the moment the wanderer threw away the flying claws in his hand, the pride of the lonely king was leading Fang Yu and flying straight towards the other party.

He drew his dagger from his boot and swung it at him with his backhand.

But the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Without seeing the wanderer's movements, he threw a punch and punched him in the lower abdomen, and before he could hand out the short sword in his hand, he had already flown back sideways, falling to the ground and rolling several times.

It's just that the other party obviously didn't exert all his strength, otherwise he would only be left with bloody skin, and the other party only needed to touch it lightly, and he could go to see the gods of Aitaria on the spot. Maybe you won't see it yet, but you can only see Bai Sensen's huge stargate refracting light in the sun.

Fang Yu realized that the battle had been lost.

But his face was covered in blood, and he still gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

Still unconvinced by the young scholar, Attila looked up at the step and couldn't help but take two steps back.

If it weren't for his own sake, the Dragon Sacrifice Text would not have been cracked, and without the Dragon Sacrifice Text, there would not be so many things today. He watched it happen, but he couldn't do anything about it, the profession of scholar has a lot of knowledge, but knowledge doesn't work in battle.

The wanderer looked at Fang Yu and raised his right hand.

"You can't kill him, Mr. Art," Eve pleaded with tears in her eyes, "you promised me." ”

The wanderer hesitated for a moment before lowering his hand again.

Fang Yu glanced at Eve, then at the wanderer, and felt only a wave of dizziness hit him due to excessive blood loss. But he still had a chance, and he still had a sword-wielder that he hadn't summoned, the sword-wielder he had transformed into a fire djinn, which was so special that it hadn't been used since Fenris's battle.

However, the sword-wielder is not as good as an angel, and he does not have the ability to flicker and attack, so he looks too clumsy in front of the other party. You have to find a way to keep the sword-wielder close to the other party's side without being destroyed by the other party.

He couldn't think of anything for a moment.

With only a stream of obsession, he staggered towards the other party.

The wanderer watched this scene quietly, but had already made up his mind that he would not hesitate to do so as soon as Fang Yu got close enough - whether or not he had an agreement with Eve.

"Mr. Ed," Eve understood, of course, and said with tears in her eyes, "get out of this place, and find a way later." Joshoude and Joshude did the same back then, so you don't have to decide the winner here. ”

Fang Yu stopped and looked up a little dazedly.

He knew he could wait.

But he looked at the girl with teary eyes, at Dress, who looked dazed and did not know that he was in danger, at Attila, at the young scholar who was at a loss.

He looked at the firelight in the sky, and at the starry sky—above the firmament, the bright stars, as if in accordance with an ancient oath—the eyes of the saints, as if they had watched all that was happening on the earth from time immemorial.

One tragedy after another is staged here.

It spans a hundred years, as if the past is still the same, everything today is like yesterday's reappearance, and fate will not change in general.

"Miss Eve," Fang Yu said softly, "...... Here's what I'm going to tell you. You don't have the power of darkness, Nicol Bolas is not your reflection, the people of the past, they blame you wrong. ”

"I know, I know......" Eve nodded with tears in her eyes.

As the light of the circle grew brighter and brighter, her body became more and more transparent.

Can he really wait?

Fang Yu clenched his fists.

He came here to fulfill the dream he was pursuing. In the previous era, the first generation of freedom pioneers of the Star Gate created many legends in this world, and those shining deeds are full of the brilliance of human nature, the opposition between good and evil, simple and dreamy.

Maybe that's just a propaganda ploy.

Maybe others will laugh at him for being naïve.

But he likes it, doesn't he?

What's wrong with chasing what you like? He didn't choose to be a hero, but to do things that made him feel at peace from within.

As the big cat man said - only ask the heart.

And what is the answer of the heart?

Fang Yu raised his head, and there seemed to be a bright light in his dark eyes.

Can you really do it? It was as if in the middle of nowhere, a voice was asking him. But as for the answer to this question, Fang Yu himself didn't have any answer, he only knew that he still had a chance. But what is this chance, and is it worth it?

He didn't know—

The wanderer took a step back.

"You seem to have a deep misunderstanding of me," he finally said for the first time—but it wasn't himself. It was Dressy behind him, who said in a low voice, "The power of Lifgard will eventually return to this world." ”

"And what I'm doing is just going with the flow. You may see a lot of harm, but what you can't see is another result," he replied. He wasn't worried about the boy in front of him, but his only concern was his daughter.

That's why he slowly spoke: "If it weren't for me, the comeback of the Dark Dragon would inevitably bring more losses. Because one is controllable, and the other is not. ”

"Do you think I'm hating mortals, or my own daughter? Neither," he said, looking at Eve, "do you think I'm Andro or a puppet of Lifgard?" No, young man, mortals are in charge of their own destiny, and there is nothing to blame. ”

"What you are doing now is actually no stranger to me," he looked at Fang Yu quietly, "And the biggest difference between me and Joshua is that I am not entangled in the justice of this process. Unlike Garcia, I don't get any pleasure out of it, it's just about what I'm seeking. ”

"And you, who are you to judge me?"

Dressy was word-by-word: "I've experienced everything you've been through. But you don't know my past. Your pathetic sense of justice is not worth showing off in front of me. ”

"—I wouldn't even say that to you if it weren't for your courage."

"But one day, you'll come to your senses."

"We're one kind of people, young people."

Fang Yu raised his head and looked at the other party.

……