Those light spots spread out two by two, pulling out a faint blue line from the middle.

"That is……"

In just a moment, people spread their threads upwards and downwards from the middle, forming light blue doors with flashing water patterns.

At this time, people finally recognized what it was: "That is the information subspace!"

"He, he is summoning a flexible structure!"

But suddenly.

They realized something was wrong, because the blue lines were becoming more and more numerous.

They were reflected in people's field of vision, making everyone open their mouths and shout: "Wait a minute, look at this number..."

That number is obviously wrong.

It changes from one to two, and then from two to four, becoming more and more numerous and dense.

"Seven, eight, nine...eleven, twelve..."

"Eighteen Controls!"

In the command center, the crowd was shouting loudly. People were turning around, looking for closer and clearer pictures to confirm whether they had seen it wrong. In the holographic projection, Ming suddenly bumped into the chair behind him, and

Not aware of it.

"How much exactly?" Others were confirming this question among themselves.

But they didn't count wrongly.

Eighteen controls.

Everyone seemed to be under a strange spell, standing still.

He still has a trump card.

How many trump cards does he have?

But at this moment, the motionless Mingyan saw farther and more. What she saw was the bright light belt, which branched from Fang Plover's body, forming a silver network and connecting to his side.

every door of light.

This is the network!

Ming finally understood what it was, but the question in his heart was even more incredible: "So, how did he do it!?"

More people are counting.

So much so that the sound of counting sounded like ocean waves, rising and falling above King's Square.

But when they finally counted the number, it was like a magical spell that echoed in everyone's heart. People looked at this scene and felt a little indescribable in their hearts; if it were on weekdays, in a game,

When people see such a scene, they may scream with excitement, celebrating the birth of a genius in their country and their division.

But what they saw now was that what appeared behind the light door were clearly clockwork fairies.

The small brass balls formed a neat matrix, and under the command of Fang Plover, they all flapped their wings and flew out from behind the light door, hovering there in mid-air.

But what is the use of a clockwork fairy?

Sixteen clockwork fairies, in terms of quantity, are like a drop in the ocean compared to the thousands of dragon minions in front of them. In terms of combat effectiveness, the clockwork fairies are just a reconnaissance construct, even if they have some harassment capabilities.

But so what?

But compared to the silent crowd.

Only Sophie, at that moment, she thought of something and couldn't help but screamed "ah". This exclamation made Su Changfeng stunned for a moment and asked his daughter: "What's wrong?"

Sophie shook her head. She had promised to keep Fang Plover's secret, so naturally she would not speak easily: "It's nothing." But she gritted her teeth and looked at the scene in the picture. Although the picture had been severely disturbed and distorted,

She could still tell what Fang Pliong wanted to do.

That guy really had something up his sleeve.

Just that moment.

The Princess of Silver Vislan suddenly had a strange thought in her heart, and she whispered something softly.

"What did you say?" Su Changfeng asked strangely.

"I said," Sophie shook her head: "Maybe he really has a chance to save everything."

Su Changfeng glanced at his daughter strangely.

He didn't know where this girl's confidence came from, so no matter from which aspect, he was not optimistic about this situation at all, and he even felt a little regretful in his heart.

Although he is a member of the military, the interests of the Chinese division also represent the interests of the country. After the older generation of selectors retire, the new generation seems unable to handle the current situation. It is at this time that more such new generations are needed.

Genius, come and hold up the sky of the future.

But who would have thought that this rising star seems to have appeared, but will soon fall here.

He couldn't help but snorted softly.

The Blood Oath is definitely over, but they are nothing compared to this boy. The Jefflite Red Team may also shed a layer of skin. Whether it is the Crown of the Silver Forest or the other top ten guilds, they will definitely not

If you give up this opportunity to add insult to injury, even the military will get involved.

But so what?

But the next moment, he was suddenly stunned.

Not only him, but everyone couldn't help but wipe their eyes, almost thinking that they had seen something wrong.

Because it's in their eyes.

Fang Plover was pointing forward. He seemed to be a clockwork goblin who was commanding an array. He suddenly spread out, drew a golden trajectory, and plunged into the huge wall that was building towards him.

middle.

What's this?

All they saw was Fang Plover snapping his fingers and saying something.

Only a few people read the lip reading:

"Efreet, attack."

Then a moment.

Nineteen dazzling spots of light flashed slightly, and the next moment, nineteen bright new stars exploded deep in everyone's eyes.

That bright wheel of light, deep in the darkness, is like the birth of the universe.

There needs to be light, so there is light

In the core of the efreet, apart from the closed-loop configuration, the only focus is the explosive crystal.

The original body of this special crystal was invented by a royal alchemist of Corin-Ithurion three hundred years ago, and until its superior products, the fire crystal and the thunder crystal, were invented, this crystal remained

It shines in multiple fields of firearms, propellants and projectile explosives.

In fact, to this day, among adventurers, under level 15, the crossbowman's projection skill Explosive Crossbow Bolt based on its principle is still one of the top damage skills in this field.

There may not even be one.

The center of the explosion can theoretically cause up to 1,000 points of damage, but this theoretical value is too difficult to achieve. The delay fuse of the explosion crystal has many flaws, and the attenuation of the blast wind is too obvious. However, the damage attenuation is only three to five meters away from the center of the explosion.

It can reach more than 40%.

Generally speaking, only top crossbowmen can master this skill, but it can only produce an average damage of four to five hundred, which seems to be nothing compared with the top skills of magicians and elementalists of the same level.

But the efreet is different.

Under the command of Fang Plover, it flew straight to the target location with an obvious tracking trajectory, and detonated there without much deviation.

The center of the explosion is enough to directly vaporize any non-elite creature below level 20. It is also enough to turn the dragon's minions into fly ash three to five meters away. If it is further away, with the dodge value, it may be possible to escape.

He lost his life, but he would inevitably end up seriously injured.

No matter how far it is, the damage may be limited.

But don't forget that there is also a blast of wind. Fang Plover did not want to kill all the enemies, but the secondary shock wave was enough to blow the dragon's minions from further directions to stagger, and it was difficult to gather them again for a while.

Then, a huge gap appeared in the sky, as bright as daylight, on the huge wall caused by the explosion.

When Fang Yu saw this scene, he turned around without thinking, pulled Sylvie up, and said: "Stay close to me, don't let go."

Sylvester glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Seeing her look, Fang Yu couldn't help but whisper: "Don't worry, when the angels activate later, I will let them protect you, just like before."

Sylvide smiled slightly and suddenly became curious: "Then if I accidentally fall, will the captain come back to save me?"

But Fang Yu didn't realize the smile in the eyes of the noble daughter, and thought she was serious, so he couldn't help but shook his head: "Don't think too much, Miss Sylvide, don't worry, I will hold you tightly

of"

Sylvester couldn't help but be stunned.

"Do you hold it tightly?"

She repeated this sentence in her mind, and then she couldn't help but laugh to herself: "But how do you plan to catch him, Captain?"
To be continued...