It softened his heart somewhat.

"Why persist?" Miss Hilveld's gaze seemed to ask.

Indeed, why persist?

Fang Hong thought it was probably to prevent himself from being disappointed again, to prevent those watching him from being disappointed, to ensure that what he upheld would not fade with people's words and the passing of time.

But though the thought was complex, the explanation was simple.

It was simply because doing so felt natural to him.

He felt a sense of calm, as if a different kind of peaceful time was flowing inside him, but the next moment, the slow passage of time quickly accelerated, as if an invisible hand had moved its pointer—Fang Hong gently let go of Miss Hilveld's hand, while adjusting the glove on his right hand.

"Everyone, is the Paradise Steed still cooling down?"

"A few more minutes."

"We cannot wait a few more minutes."

Fang Hong replied, "Charge with me, everyone."

"I will fight alongside you."

And there was only one task in battle.

He looked ahead.

The Light Bridge was spotless, leading straight into the darkness, as if it were a bright, clear path. Although the fog still held unpredictable obstructions and hidden thorns, danger lurked everywhere, and the minions of darkness had long awaited there.

But in everyone's heart blazed a burning flame; the people of Silver Weslan brandished their great swords, gripped them with both hands, and raised them vertically, no longer needing any other battle commands, they all let out a shout.

Then, side by side, they launched a charge forward.

At that moment, great swords rose like banners, shining like standards.

And at the very front,

was still the proud warrior from Andasok, the Lizardman Prince Tainaric.

More and more people gathered beneath the large screen in the emergency command center.

The intelligence agency had ceased operations, except for KUN who still sat silently in his place, everyone else had gathered together. Because at this moment, no further information was needed, the only tactic left was one.

Advance—

It was silent inside the Dragon Horn Hall.

People's thoughts all moved forward with that trembling image—they did not think much, but solely because the person in the image was the little hero who had emerged from Traveler's Rest, the creator of the legend of Dolifen, and these past days they had tirelessly discussed everything related to him.

This allowed them to unite against a common enemy.

They must win!

People couldn't help but cheer for Fang Hong in their hearts, though in front of the people of Silver Weslan, the number of enemies was so overwhelming that it seemed a thick black barrier—knights' wedge formations advanced on the Light Bridge, like a faint light piercing the dark night.

And after a moment,

Mazak, who had been in the corner, also put down his carving knife and came over.

No one noticed.

In Golande Harbor,

more and more bystanders gathered.

Several major Invoker news agencies simply used a giant Communication Crystal to project the image into mid-air, adopting an official perspective, which was actually the vision of one of the Clockwork Fairies, and the Royal Household had not sent anyone to inquire, it was said that several little princesses were crowded in Iris Palace, earnestly arguing.

In their view, would the ultimate fate of those courageous knights coincide with that in fairy tales?

As for the fate of the tens of thousands on Fenris Isle, it seemed too remote for them, like a tale from the adult world.

But the nobles of Colin Ishurian were all stern— not only did they receive news from the Invokers, the Artisan Association also sent alarming intelligence about the worsening situation on Fenris Isle.

The message had even been transmitted by magic, crossing the Cloud Sea to Elpaxin and Sanctified Forge Hall in Eldron, and the entire kingdom seemed to have sprung into full operation at that moment, with everyone's attention focused on the fate of Fenris Isle.

But whether it was the crowds gathering in the streets,

or the stern expressions of the nobles,

people could not help but wonder, was the fate of Fenris really in the hands of these men? These new, weak recruits from another world, along with some natives, no one believed that these young people from Silver Weslan could change everything.

But at least they dared to charge towards a predestined fate.

And that was worth recognizing.

Everyone cheered for these young people in their hearts, knowing that most of the young faces on the screen might already be the last they would see.

Rage simmered secretly in people's hearts.

Who had allowed Toragotos, who had concealed the truth?

The chairman of the Artisan Association couldn't bear this responsibility, he had rushed to the royal palace to explain personally to the young King and had readily given up his post. But the nobles understood that it was merely a gesture, after all, who else could take over the operation responsibilities of the Artisan Association for the King's tutor?

Especially at this moment.

It was unlikely that anyone would dare to take on this responsibility voluntarily.

Therefore, pardon was almost an inevitable possibility.

But aboard a detained Floating Airship in Golande Harbor, the first mate only glanced at the scene in the sky and hurriedly walked off the deck, heading straight for the captain's quarters.

Yet in this city of hundreds of thousands, no one was aware of this minor detail.

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