Let's start acting.

It seemed like a meager word, but it was like an inconspicuous footnote in a chapter.

And now in this chapter-

Whether participants or participants, they unconsciously put themselves in it. Everyone thinks they are the destined protagonists on this stage. They stand in the center of the stage and are determined to belong to them under the spotlight...

Or the fate of others.

But a few of them stared at the gaze, one, two, or more. Everyone was estimating the slightest difference between the winner and the loss. The conclusions they came to were actually unknown.

Geralus had a solemn look on his face. His eyes as he looked at the screen changed with the changes in the light on the screen. The data in the background made him notice something different.

The trace of astonishment was reacting to his face.

The history of war started by mortals with magical civilization, and with flames, machinery and blood, watered an era for a long time. At that time, darkness and light were endless, and the civilized world was in danger...

With the arrival of the Qingxing, all the past history of Aitalia is burned down.

Those glorious races choose their agents from the mortals and make a last-ditch effort to survive the world.

It was on the vast plains of Ayinblock, a last fortress stood firmly on the last line of defense of the mortal empire, where there were only magic cannons that roared day and night—

And bunches of golden flames are endlessly passing through the sky, as if burning the whole world.

Only dark creatures fell like rain in the sky.

The army of the lighters ran across the field, like a thin wall on the horizon, flashing silver light in front of the tide-like offensive. The knight holding a sharp spear and silver helmet blocked the giant's wave after wave of impact.

Then a beam of light penetrated the sky.

Rivers roll back, forests turn into coke, and even clouds rise and burn.

On the tide of darkness that cannot be crossed, all men set a flag.

Under that flying flag.

Ending a war before an era.

That was the pride of only mortals, and it was also the era opened up by alchemists. The situation at that time, and even all the microcosm of the magic war for the thousand years since then, are now reappearing in this sea of ​​trees—

In people's vision.

The flames of the pure world fall from the sky, like the judgment of the end of the world.

The red steel rain crossed two or three crisscrossed between the dark components, melting the metal and turning the forest into a sea of ​​fire. The burning flames seemed to light up the sky and reflect the golden light on everyone's face.

But the battle above the clouds is not inferior to the ground. Countless banshee-shaped components are emerging from the canopy, densely packed like bees. They join the battle one after another, intertwining with the I-type lancers dragging long light tails in the air.

From time to time, bright sparks burst out from the structure, turning into a ball of light reflected in people's hearts and scattered in various ways, or the heavy lancers dragged the burning tails of flames and thick smoke, falling down to the horizon.

The Banshee-shaped configuration is far from an opponent of the Lancers.

But quantity made up for the disadvantage of quality, and more airships appeared in the sky at this moment, not only from the Kaolin people. The Ayin Brock Craftsmen Association and the Blade of the Rhinestone Gold have joined the battle at this moment.

The countless black components almost covered the sky, like a black cloud, which was intertwined with the line formed by the Lancers under the red clouds, even if the Kaolin people could gain a temporary advantage.

But it is also difficult to push the front back to the Imperials.

Not to mention threatening the airships on the Imperial Alliance side, as well as the fronts on the ground below.

The magic cannon was charged every fifteen seconds, and then a fleeting light arrow was drawn under the night sky. Every time it flashed, almost a Kaolin airship was injured and retreated. The beam pierced the lancers' fronts, turning them into coke.

One by one, the vision darkened from the eyepiece, but the craftsmen of Goland and Capka were not in a hurry, because at the same time, more vision was being added to their cameras.

Like the compound eyes of an insect.

Watching the world where the war rekindled coldly.

The forest has turned into mottled flames, and the rolling smoke has covered the battlefield, and more and more airships appear on the periphery of the battlefield. The mining area and production line behind it was personally arranged by the Dragon Alchemist, Fang Zhu.

More than twelve spire-controlled areas are continuously working overtime to produce more war weapons and throw them into the ultimate war in the sea of ​​trees. All of this is the charm of the sea of ​​trees.

That represents that in reality it is almost an industrial city, a country's production capacity, and those production capacity are quickly transformed into strength and invested in this wonderful competition. It is almost the most eye-catching moment of the entire competition.

All preparations beforehand-

In the end, we will turn into the strength and language of conversation, which will be sharper and more straightforward than a knife.

Every audience who is watching this scene, regardless of their origin, age or gender, whether they have paid attention to this professional craftsman event before, whether they understand the skills of magic.

At this moment, they all held their breath for this battle, stopped their minds, put down everything at hand, stopped talking, and kept their eyes open, because the fierce battle was already writing the final footnote for this contest.

The winner will be decided.

"Even if placed in the sea of ​​trees in previous years, this is a rare and exciting battle," said someone in the director team. "Multiple parallelism greatly improves pre-war preparations, and the use of spare skills has increased the scale of the battle, so there is such a rare scene..."

"Yes, I almost thought I was participating in a real war. This is the scene recorded in every magic war that was 15 years ago, 70 years ago, and 100 years ago..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that every link in the Craftsman Competition would be so exciting, and no one would pay attention to it. The league might upgrade it to the A-level league, but the competition between Craftsmen..."

"I'm afraid the next league will consider upgrading the event..."

The staff behind the scenes were also the audience. They looked up at the scenes on the field and whispered from time to time.

But on the real commentator stage, all the commentators were speechless, and Jeros was looking solemn. The young partner beside him was even more surprised and even left his seat a little out of control, looking up at the huge screen on the field.

It seems that if he doesn't do that, he will not be able to prove his extraordinary state of mind at this moment.

"What is that..."

"Why do they say nothing?"

The arguments surrounded the entire arena, like a storm that swept across the board, but people were at the center of the argument and it was difficult to detect the subtle things. They argued about the abnormalities on the main stage...

But only the wandering horse raised its eyebrows gently at this moment.

And that slight eyebrows raised.

It is destined to be frozen by those who are interested, and with a gentle "click" sound, it becomes an eternal portrayal of this moment.

With the classics that have been passed down from generation to generation.

The contestants of Taxin Singer, the people of Chihai, may never have expected that their opponents would be so difficult, even if they had one hundred, one thousand, and were careful, and even were not afraid to predict the strength of the Korlin main group based on the level of the imperial people.

But the actual situation still made them feel sank.

Valeria looked at the burning scene above the sky with a little surprise. The airships of the people of Kaolin were as overwhelming as red clouds. Is that a delegation of craftsmen capable of showing?

She almost thought she had run into a legion of the Empire head-on.

"Tania, do you think the Imperials can do it..." she asked back.

"The Ayin Brock Craftsmen Association will definitely not be able to do it," the tall man shook his head, "but the Empire Workshop may not be. You have never seen the two empire Geminis. They are the opponents on the same level as the Korlins."

"The Cowlins are really so powerful?" Valeria was incredible. "What did they do? Didn't they suffer many losses in front of the Imperials before?"

"That's the third division," Tanya said in a deep voice, "You haven't experienced that era. Not only Shui Wuming, but also the players from Ragnarok are also the best among this generation of genius craftsmen, let alone..."

Ten years later, the Golander Craftsmen formed a rare dream team.

What's more, there is that young man.

"But the Empire is on our side," he turned around, "now do you understand why we have to join forces?"

The girl nodded with fear.

Fortunately, the Imperials, the Blade of Sorbine also joined the battle. The airships on both sides lined up over the battlefield, and both sides were not inferior to each other.

She took a light breath and couldn't help but recall the situation when the first wave of Lancers swept down.

The interlaced golden flames almost penetrated the entire position of the people of the Red Sea. Fortunately, the shield of the large magic weapon was very strong, which prevented the magic cannon from being damaged in that round of attack. But then the Guta people's rushing forward made them almost wasted all their previous efforts.

Thanks to the dark component that the imperial people gave them.

What do they call those weird machines?

Adaptive construction?

But in private, Valeria inadvertently saw the real code name of those dark and twisted mechanical creatures - trying to make a Nightmare Furnace Construct. She didn't know what the name represents, but she still had an idea:

Can that really be considered flexible configuration?

Flexible construction is a miracle built on the crystal core, the magic furnace. The biggest difference between them and those bulky iron puppets is that it is closely related to the computing power of craftsmen. The precise crystal core and design give flexible construction a soul.

Let them become tools for manipulation, rather than iron men who are moody and out of control at any time.

Of course she understands the cutting-edge technology that is sought after by the leftover technique, but the leftover technique is ultimately calculation, rather than encapsulating a mechanical soul that no one can understand.

Did the imperial people really understand the remaining skills?

In fact, she had tested the other party more than once, but even those imperial players had little understanding of these mysterious components. The mysterious star sphere was like a black box placed on a machine.

There was a moment.

Valeria did not think that was an alchemist, but a manifestation of magical skills.

But in order to win, she no longer cared about so much. She gritted her teeth and raised her head. The battle above the sky was entering the hottest stage. Both sides could no longer escape and had to shed the last drop of blood on this battlefield.

"Be careful," Tanya's voice suddenly came, "The Guta people may be launching another attack. Our magic cannon position poses great threat to them. The Empire people let us pay attention to protecting ourselves..."
To be continued...