King of Cowlin, Saint Laurent Street, Golander—

The brass nameplate that remains unchanged for tens of thousands of years is one of the city's identity. The location of the Cowlin-Ishurien Alliance Craftsmen Association, the history of the ancient building with a crystal dome is second only to the Royal Mail Office, the Agency of the Cowlin-Ishurien Chamber of Commerce, and the Saint Laurent Municipal Hall. It was established before the Guangyao era, and its reputation even overshadowed the ancient royal city itself.

The huge differential machine made a deafening roar under the crystal dome, and each gear was running nervously, spitting out long strips of paper from each bayonet. The tiny monsters from the lowlands could pass through the gaps of machinery in an orderly manner because of their physical advantages. Although this was not safe, the Craftsman Association did not care about this.

They hired these lowlanders to control the machines—the little monsters pulled the paper tape off, rolled it into bundles, and then sorted it out and sent it to different departments.

The atmosphere in each department was like a powder barrel. It only took a little spark and it was burning. The great craftsmen were as deep as water, and the person in charge below were furious. The clerks were traveling through various departments, and the disputes were clearly heard outside of the 14th:

"Another check, where is the crystal in Elpaxin and Gula Port on the crystal network, and why is there any abnormality in the data? Kapuka, there is no news at all? Can those fighting craftsmen help at the time of killing Thousand Swords? "

"The data is still abnormal. Are you eating a good meal? Not every node in the North has a magic check valve, so how can it overflow? There are unknown permissions in the crystal network. Check it out and find out the other party for me!"

"The third crystal is not in Kaorin-Ishurien, so don't worry about it for now. This also requires my instruction? What does the department below do for food? Ask for instructions and call your person in charge. If he doesn't want to do it, he will resign for me and go home!"

The heads of the department responsible for maintaining the main crystals were all helpless, but they were extremely helpless at the abnormality of Elpaxin, Gula Port, and even the entire northern crystal tower. The crystal towers had not considered remote maintenance since their completion. Although they had become famous for a long time, they could not fly to the northern border.

Fales, the president of the Craftsman Association, was frowning with snow-white eyebrows. If it were before, this short president might be the one with the largest voice here. But since he took on the responsibility of leading the craftsmen, he has been much more restrained than before.

"Mr. Fales, what is the situation with Elpashin? Does the craftsmen always have the overall control of the crystal network? Can we first cut off the magic supply to Elpashin and Port Gula?"

Standing behind him, the person who asked was obviously a person with different outfits than the indigenous people. There were several "black coats" behind him, and you could tell at a glance that they were from the Star Gate's external affairs agency, and maybe even military officers.

"No, I don't know." Fales pulled his long beard and answered firmly. Compared to the calmness on the surface, he was extremely anxious. No one knew the current situation better than him. Those who killed thousands of swords-

Could it be that he became the first craftsman president in the history of the Craftsmen Association and was about to be kicked off less than half a year after taking office? What's more, how should the Craftsmen Association explain to the royal family, what happened in the northern border, and how did they lose that place?

There is still big trouble on the Treasure Staff Coast.

And the newly ascended the throne did not seem to have a kind heart.

But what he was more worried about was that there was something else-

The short president was frowning and staring at the huge crystal on the tower, but at this moment, an accident happened again. A burst of exclamation suddenly broke out from a distance, and a strong, undecisive light was emitted from the crystal on the tower.

"No, the flow of magic has accelerated!"

Fales was shocked and rushed to the railing and shouted below, "Let it stop—!"

The craftsmen in various departments below were in chaos.

Someone rushed towards the crystal tower in the chaos.

But one step late, the flashing light on the crystal had now woven into a dazzling bright light, and even seemed to have cracked from it, as if the whole thing was about to explode at the next moment.

Fales was as stupid as a chicken.

But the Earth visitors behind him reacted quickly, and a "black coat" rushed up and pulled him back. Fales felt like he was being pulled back like a piece of wood, and he just stared at the flash, as if he had seen it explode.

Behind that was the miserable future of the North and the scene after I stepped down.

But at this moment, what he shouted in his heart was another line-

No, Dragon Soul No. 5!

That kid who killed thousands of swords!

Fales closed his eyes, but the next moment the earth-shaking explosion did not happen. The light seemed to disappear, and the hall was silent.

The "black coat" had protected him under his body and waited for a long time before Fales realized that he was confused in his heart. He even forgot about his cultivation as the president and did not express his gratitude to the other party. He just hurriedly got up and looked out-

But where is there a big explosion outside?

The tower still stood there safely, and the giant crystals on it were as intact as before. The previous scene seemed like an illusion.

At this moment, it was not just Fales in the hall, but every craftsman here seemed to have been hit by a destiny spell. Except for the small monsters who were so scared that they hid under the table, everyone was staring at the scene in front of them in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

"The magic in the Ethernet network has dissipated!?"

After a while, someone shouted below.

"What happened just now, Mr. Fales?" asked the consul from the Star Gate agency, "What's the situation? The magic has dissipated. Is it good or bad?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But the short president seemed to have never heard of it, shook his head dumbly:

"How could I know?"

"How could I know what happened?"

He stared at the incredible scene and murmured to himself.

...

There was a 'click' sound.

It seemed like breaking a certain silence.

The stagnant time in Crown Square was shaken at a moment, and a crack grew from the gray world.

Under the statue of Marland, the tall figure with flames and shadows suddenly blew a wailing like a beast. It was tilting its head in pain and covering its face with its hands. The purple flames gushed out of its fingers, swallowing its long sleeves and robe.

The blazing flames ignited its entire body in a flash, turning into a twisted flame, burning like a torch, causing it to kneel down on the ground, wailing and rolling.

Above the square, the gray world is shattering, and the person trapped in it seems to be sleeping in a huge piece of amber - and the amber is cracking, growing dense cracks, and the person sleeping in it blinked gently.

First step.

Then there is the second move.

Finally someone slowly opened his eyes.

The gray crack was widening, and a certain part of the stagnant time that imprisoned the entire Elpaxin City finally broke.

The static world is fading away little by little.

And the same scenes were also performed everywhere in Elpaxin City.

From No. 9, to the inner and outer ring roads, from the commercial street, to the craftsman area, from the upper middle city area, and all the way to the lower outer city ring, the lower city area, and the civilian area.

The city guards gathered here, the knights from Tapolis Oak Shield, the Sword of Quilin, the Spear of Silver Forest, and the Howling of the North, and even the militia organizations formed spontaneously in the city, as well as the reinforcements from the Craftsman Association, as well as the reinforcements from the Craftsman Association.

Some of them are occupying the twelve gates of Elpahin, some have entered the inner ring road, some have broken through the defense line from the lower city, and some are competing with the believers of the Gray Knights and the Crow Claw Temple for control of the seventeen aerial blocks.

But without exception, they were all imprisoned at a certain moment in time.

Until now—

Everyone wakes up from a dream.

Everyone was watching the scene that happened in front of them strangely:

The quiet city of Elpahin, with its dark red clouds in the background, is surrounded by a purple halo above the spire of the high city.

In the halo, a silver beam of light soared straight into the sky, piercing the sky. Above the clouds, a slowly rotating exit like a black hole was opened.

The chaotic sky seemed to have been divided into two. The scattered fleet of Shadowmen, the Silver Alliance fleet, the Star Gate fleet, the giants' fleet, and the indigenous fleet, were intertwined, but the fight had already stopped.

Because everyone is just watching that scene quietly at this moment:

A dark red star was hanging high above the deep sky, flashing and dying, like a heartbeat. Every beat of its pulsation was a bit away from the original illusion and became more real.

Closer to this world.

Every time the dark red light flashes, everyone's heart sinks a little.

What's wrong?

People were confused.

Teleportation is enabled?

We... failed?

Looking from above the ground, Elpaxin's high spire seemed out of reach, and there was silence in that direction, as if the offensive had failed.

There stood quietly there, only a small icon, the lady of war in Aitalia, the giver of justice and judgment, the lady of compassion, but was just silently watching the city towards destruction.

Until, a beam of light lit up.

It seemed like a faint flame passing through the dark sky.

At first, the tiny fire that flashed with red flames was just a passing through the light from people's perspective—

But someone still noticed:

"What is that!?"

Someone exclaimed.

People looked up and looked at the insignificant fire light rising from the dark clouds against the backdrop of the silver light that soared into the sky.

It is like a fleeting dark star on a summer night, not dazzling, but it is enough to leave an immortal light in people's eyes.

The tiny flame fell from the dark clouds, and its flashing flames seemed to draw a bright line between this extinct world, and one end of the line pointed straight in a certain direction...

That was above the spire of Elpahin.

The crown of this city of craftsmen.

The Silver Hall.

...
To be continued...