Of course, he knew he wasn't really one to talk, and simply responded, "No, I heard it's a Free Summoner, seems quite skilled." He couldn't agree with the other party's opinion—since when had the "Dance of the Four Wings" become just glitz without substance? He clearly understood the implication that novices should focus on fundamental skills rather than flashy advanced techniques.

But advanced technology also has its place, like in situations requiring haste, as was the case now.

Yet this woman had a terrible temper, and Chenxi wisely chose not to provoke her any further.

The soldiers were also discussing in low voices.

Ambassador Liao asked his assistant in a low voice, "Is it that person?"

The assistant had already pulled up a video—the screen showed the interior of the Mazak Inn in Traveler's Swamp, a black mist descending from above, the frame shaking violently, but still one could make out a pair of large wings fluttering.

In the corner of the view, one could vaguely see a young person trying to operate a peculiar Puppet-Type Construct.

"This person indeed appeared in the Dragon Worship Sect incident at Traveler's Rest," the assistant replied. "You can see his mask, it's exactly the same, not just by type but also by its rare material."

"However, according to the video, his companion was an elf woman, and there might have been others. What we can confirm is that there was at least another little girl, but no images of her were saved... Unfortunately, the Starlight Device is clearly interfered with by several known Dark Forces, so only this segment of the video was preserved, which was shot by our own people."

"Save this video for now." Ambassador Liao pointed to Fang Hong on the screen, asking, "Was this person seen at Traveler's Rest at that time?"

The assistant looked at the young man next to Fang Hong and shook his head.

Meanwhile, in the main hall, personnel bustled about as the headquarters hastily organized follow-up tasks, with reports coming in from various departments. The information relayed back from Fenris Isle was disconcerting—this underground battlefield was merely a corner of the larger conflict.

The situation in Fenris was not entirely unknown to Stargate Port, but that was ultimately the legendary Giant Dragon's domain, difficult for others to intervene. The Super Competitive League had assigned the task to Silver Weslan, which had close ties with Toragotos, but nobody expected the situation to worsen so quickly.

Within moments, several holograms entered the command center.

Among them, a woman dressed in a white blouse and pencil skirt immediately drew everyone's attention. Her skin was as pale as milk, her long pointed ears and a pair of beautiful demon horns were adorned with Amethyst earrings. Her lips, voluptuously thick and coated in bewitching purple lipstick, caught the eye alongside her heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one purple—a typical sign of Divine-Demon Lineage.

The woman, tall and slightly squinting, had seemingly effortlessly left a button undone at her neckline, revealing a hint of creamy skin, yet not appearing vulgar in the slightest, rather exuding a queenly aura.

The Ice Queen glanced in that direction and said to Chenxi next to her, "Your old flame has arrived."

Chenxi, of course, saw her too and simply shook his head.

The latter didn't mind at all and smiled at the two before walking to the other side. Being also from one of the top ten Guilds, they had seen each other frequently and were well acquainted.

The last to enter was a tall, large man, his bright platinum hair shimmering strikingly. Like Chenxi, he was fully armored, but he also carried a lengthy War Halberd on his back, making a flamboyant impression.

Chenxi of course recognized the man—it was Odin, Chairman of Ragnarok, ranked fifth nationally.

The two were rivals, merely nodding as they passed each other.

At the same time, Fang Hong also noticed a flicker within his Dragon Knight System underground as a Light Page reopened, Sophie's image reappearing, though her expression seemed somewhat odd as she looked at him.

"Sophie, you finally reconnected," Fang Hong couldn't help but be somewhat delighted. "What happened on your side? I really need your help with the command here."

However, the princess of Silver Weslan shook her head. "I'm afraid I'll be of no use."

"What's wrong?"

As soon as his words fell, the system notified him that someone had entered the communication channel. Fang Hong was slightly startled—this channel was only between him and Sophie, and without his authorization, it could only mean Sophie had granted access.

He thought it was an official from Silver Weslan, but to his surprise, a somewhat husky, lazy female voice came through: "Kid, you've let your Clockwork Fairy loose. Aren't you going to take care of it?"

That voice was incredibly distinctive.

It was like a claw tickling his heart, sending a chill over his scalp for a moment.

But he found the voice somewhat familiar—

"May I know who you are?" Fang Hong asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Oh dear, I forgot to introduce myself," the voice answered, "You can call me Nether, big sister here. They asked me to come and help you with combat, those people wanted me to teach you how to use flexible constructs more effectively. You don't need to be too nervous—actually, sister thinks you're handling it quite well, with four controls."

Fang Hong's mouth hung open.

He finally remembered the owner of this voice, one of the role models he had studied, the vice-chairman of God Slayer, the third-ranked guild in China, a strong contender for the country's number one Combat Artisan, second only to someone named Loofah in professional ranking.

The Swift Master, Construct Queen—Nether.

"Ah," he uttered a meaningless syllable, "You, you're not fooling me, are you? How come you are here, in my channel?"

"Miss Sophie introduced me," the woman said with a smile, "Well, no need to be shocked; this is the mission in the Third Combat Zone. Let's fight side by side. You want to trouble that commander—good idea, but don't embarrass big sister here."

Fang Hong was stunned for a moment.

Although he was curious why it was the Third Combat Zone—the nickname for China's main competitive region, it had been many years since he had heard someone mention that name. He glanced at Sophie who sighed and nodded at him.

"Do you understand now?"

"I understand," Fang Hong nodded. He felt he could complete the mission without help, but fighting alongside someone he had once admired was naturally good.

Besides, a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.

He wanted to use Swift Tactics—

That was one of the top construct combat skills he had learned from this queen.

He looked towards Xiangzi, only to find the adolescent gawking at him, "There's an extra person in my channel. How did he find my channel? He said his name is Odin, but who is Odin, Captain?"

"Damn!"

In the emergency command center, a man with flickering lights in his eyes heard this and almost blacked out, nearly collapsing onto the floor.

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