Finally, flexible construction

Most categories of contemporary alchemy can be verified in the Dragon Knight, because it is actually the crystallized product of alchemy that has been known to everyone since the age of the Numelin elves.

Each tentacle on this network represents the analysis and reconstruction of 'Xuma' by various masters, like a bright starlight, slowly converging to one side. And there is a legend that has been silent for a hundred years.

Dragon Knight.

"Mr. Knight," Tata said again: "Allocate everyone's computing power."

Fang raised his hand.

The bright silver light in his eyes is exactly the countless rivers of light gathering here at this moment. Under his distribution, one by one is connected to every node of the Dragon Knight like a vast star.

Under the Elfendor Spire, all the master craftsmen opened their mouths in disbelief. It is not that they have never heard of the retrograde method of the elf user. In fact, many constructs have built-in such multi-person control systems.

For example, the 'Iron Curtain' device requires several combat craftsmen to share computing power and cooperate with each other to achieve perfect control effects.

But there is a prerequisite for such an operation.

That is to say, the master controller needs to have a very powerful and accurate computing ability, which can effectively allocate everyone's computing tasks. Otherwise, just bringing everyone's computing power together will not necessarily produce the effect of one plus one equals two.

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Top craftsmen with such computing power are certainly not uncommon in Aitalia.

But it appears in a boy of this age.

But it is something that people have never heard of.

Fang gently clenched his fists.

And this time, almost following his movements, the dragon knight ‘Huma’ reached out to the pale spear beside him for the first time after a hundred years of slumber, grasped it, and shook off the thick dust on it.

That was the first time in a century that it reunited with its 'old friend'.

Fang Zheng used his communication crystal to project this scene in front of everyone below.

In the live broadcast room, people seemed to be petrified, just watching quietly as 'Xuma' walked out of the hall step by step and stood on the terrace outside.

The moment when this legendary dragon knight, who had disappeared from the world for nearly a century, once again held the dragon gun, stood on this platform, in everyone's sight.

Everyone in the square couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed, and they would always remember the young man behind the dragon knight.

It is leveling its spear.

"Mr. Knight," Tata said softly, "The magic is released."

Fang nodded. His little magic power was not enough to put a dragon knight into combat mode, but fortunately, he and Miss Goblin had already discussed every next step before that.

He lowered his head and took out a ring from his arms. He looked at the ring quietly for a moment and then put it on his finger.

Favorite of the Fairy, Ring of Saint Dirac (Legendary Ring, Quality, SS+)

‘Computational power increases magic output’

Weight:0.1kg

Need level: special

‘The Soul of Broken Stars, the Essence of Casting Flowers’

Legendary ring.

At that moment, the majestic computing power from the five great craftsmen and the nine top high-level craftsmen was instantly transformed into countless magic powers, which were injected into the main crystal in the body of the dragon knight 'Xuma'. And a

The pale blue light is slowly blooming from the body of the knight who has been silent for a long time.

That faint brilliance.

It also caught Nicol Bolas's eyes.

It was like a feeling rising straight from the bottom of her heart, pricking the corners of the dragon witch's eyes. It almost discovered from the most instinctive fear deep in its heart that the dangerous premonition came from

Where.

That brilliance is very familiar.

Even memorable.

A premonition of extreme danger shrouded its dark heart

"Shjord?" Nicol Bolas almost screamed, turning around frantically: "Why are you still here?"

Its words were fixed at this moment.

A bright beam of light pierced out from the tip of the dragon knight's spear. In everyone's eyes, it was a straight silver line that crossed half of the sky in Vanrik. It started from the Elfendor Spire,

And connects to the Long Lake Outer Harbor seven blocks away.

At that moment, across the world

The silver light disappeared in a flash.

And it passed through the body of the dark dragon.

The Dragon Witch let out a shrill scream, and blood like golden flames rushed out from its chest. This was the first time that Fang saw the blood that truly belonged to the dark dragon. The golden flames of fire were falling down one after another, like

A golden broken leaf.

Nicol Bolas's eyes were filled with the deepest anger and suspicion.

It endured the pain and struggled to fly upwards, as if it wanted to see clearly whether the face behind the dragon knight was the face that made it hate and fear it from the bottom of its heart a hundred years ago.

But it saw it.

But he's just a teenager.

"you again!"

Nicol Bolas's voice was almost furious.

It suddenly spread its wings, turned around in mid-air, and dived towards the platform with all its strength: "Damn human, do you really think you can defeat me again with this piece of junk!?"

The dragon witch screamed in a voice full of resentment and resentment: "It's a pity that you are not Shujod!"

The dark dragon pounced down in mid-air.

Everyone clenched their hands on their chests and stared at this scene.

Fang took a gentle breath, and asked 'Xuma' to take a step back, raised his spear, and prepared to receive Nicol Bolas's fatal blow. He said nothing, but he also knew in his heart that he was not a cultivator.

Yoder is just a new craftsman who is only at the 19th level.

And he doesn’t have the holy dragon-slaying sword, Garapea.

He was also unsure whether he could block the opponent's attack with just one 'Xuma'.

But no matter whether he could block it or not, he realized that he actually had no choice. For the only glimmer of hope, he had to raise his gun.

Just like a true knight.

He had completely calmed down and did not care about life or death.

"Hahahaha!" On the square, only one Pudra was still laughing wildly: "He can't stop Nicol Bolas. Who does he think he is!?"

But this is the moment.

A silver light was reflected in people's eyes.

The silver light was passing through the clouds, like a lightning floating in the clouds; it seemed that in just a blink of time, it had flown across the southern skyline of Changhu Lake and arrived above Vanrick.

Then, a clear voice came straight down from above the clouds:

"Is he Shujod?"

"It's not up to you, Nicol Bolas."

A clear whistle.

A pair of elegant wings and a ray of silver light pierced through the clouds.

The laughter in Pudra's mouth was stuck in his throat at that moment. And what was reflected in his old eyes was like light and lightning, a silver sword, stabbing straight down into the dragon in mid-air.

The witches passed by each other.
Chapter completed!