Dominion-Type Dragon Soul

After charging, the Flame Ray subsystem's conical crystal turned into searing, flowing magma and fired a golden-red beam into the churning black mist. A low, pained hiss came from the left. Had it really hit? Hong Ye turned back in alarm.

The boy stood amid the surging black smoke with his eyes tightly shut, his right hand raised and fingers spread. A glowing blue mana net swept toward her and her Annihilator, enveloping them both.

The black mist automatically parted around Fang Heng as mana circulated, stirring his robe in a windless flutter. His collar swayed against his chin.

He held out his left hand, palm upward.

The Fairy Doll floated from his palm, turned half a circle, and its reed-like skirt petals spun one by one. The alchemical formulas engraved upon them lit up and went dark in sequence. The fairy girl then gently descended back into his palm, landing with one foot after the other. She raised both hands and lightly placed them on her skirt, like a lady observing proper etiquette.

She tilted her head slightly, mithril hair brushing across her cheek, and slowly opened her eyes. Behind her, the fairy's bronze wings snapped open in unison, sharp as blades. Her pupils burned azure like fire, filled with the color of mana.

With a light beat of her four wings, the Fairy Doll extended both hands toward Fang Heng. Glowing blue mana connected from her palms to the boy, then linked her, him, and the Annihilator together, forming three shining bands of light.

Standing within that luminous flow, Hong Ye was speechless for a moment.

"You—" Liuli Yue saw this and swallowed the "very impressive" comment that had almost escaped him. Blinking, he could not help turning to Wu Di. "A Fairy Master?"

"Don't get distracted." Wu Di threw a punch, its wind grazing past the boy's nose. While it startled Fang Heng, Wu Di's Fearless also threw a punch and sent a Dragon Person flying.

A blue ocean of light bloomed in the darkness.

The light outlined Sylvid's face. She blinked her long lashes and quietly watched the scene.

The maid stood silently beside her, only glancing once at the blue light.

"Ed?" Not far away, Hudi stared at the Fairy Doll in utter shock, forgetting even to use his alias. Luo Yu tugged him from behind before he reluctantly turned back.

Yet he was still asking, "Did you see that? Is that a Fairy Master's talent?"

Luo Yu nodded.

Meanwhile, Tianlan kept looking back, asking curiously, "Where is Sister Etila?"

The Paparal was climbing onto a table with both hands and feet. The wooden table stood against the wall, and a crossbow hung on the stone wall above the wainscoting. He jumped several times but could not reach it.

When Hudi passed by, he casually took it down for him.

"It was hung a little too high," Parker grumbled. He reached behind himself and came up empty-handed. Then he turned around in confusion, looked left and right, and muttered to himself.

"Where's my shortsword? Such a big shortsword—I clearly put it here."

Within the mist, Etila took down the Hailin Spear and quietly passed through the swirling smoke toward Fang Heng.

Fang Heng sensed her approach, but he was directing Hong Ye's attack. "Bearing 453. I've activated the subsystem for you." Hong Ye followed his instructions, tapping with her fingertips and firing twice between the nine and ten o'clock directions. Both shots struck true.

The system informed her that she had wounded one Dragon Person and killed another.

A third Dragon Person had already sprinted out from behind the mist, its sharp claws swiping through the air at the slowly rotating Annihilator. But Fang Heng had already called out its position. "Bearing 467, one target, speed 22. Bearing 472, two targets, speed 19."

Hong Ye spun around, her long hair flying, and thrust out her right hand. Two constructs flew out, one above and one below, releasing a gleaming net of light that blocked the Dragon Person's attack.

However, its attack was naturally nothing like the pathetic attacks of a Walker Type I. Its claws slammed into the hexagonal diamond shield, making the light shield shake violently.

Hong Ye monitored the readings on her Core Crystal. Seeing the fluctuations in mana cycles and temperature, she raised an eyebrow. "Over a hundred attack power. That's high."

Still, the Dragon Person was flesh and blood after all. It cried out in pain as well and withdrew its claws.

"Behind you," Fang Heng warned.

A terrifying scaled face emerged from the mist behind her. It was a caster, black flames rising from its withered claws as it reached for the girl's fair, slender neck.

With a thought, Hong Ye raised her hand past her shoulder. Two Magic Buoys on the dial went dark while two others lit up. The metal panel on the Annihilator's rear cover slid apart to either side, and two rainbow beams shot out, forming a force-field shield behind her.

The Dragon Person's claws struck the shield head-on. Black fire corroded the light net, immediately making it hiss and crackle.

Only then did the girl turn around and flash the sneaky creature a toothy smile. "Bye-bye." Golden patterns flashed across the Annihilator, and the Dragon Person caster's body suddenly grew heavy, freezing its movements.

Then Hong Ye kicked it hard in the lower abdomen, sending the shrieking monster flying.

With another gesture, two golden-red rays passed through its chest one after the other, blasting a hole filled with black mist through it.

The Dragon Person caster's corpse turned to drifting dust the moment it hit the ground.

But as she turned around, she exposed another Dragon Person.

At that moment, however, a crossbow bolt flew past, brushing Hong Ye's hair and striking the eye socket of the Dragon Person behind her. The Dragon Person let out a miserable howl, covered its wound, and turned to flee into the spreading mist.

"Die, you big lizard!" Parker stood atop the table with a heavy crossbow in hand. He smugly swept back his hair with a chubby little hand and shouted, "If only this crossbow were Battle Gear and didn't deal such low damage—"

"Thanks, chubby." Hong Ye turned back with a smile and blew him a kiss. Then she retreated beside the Annihilator, knowing there was still one unharmed enemy in the mist.

"I'm not chubby. Please call me Cartographer, Nightingale, Silent Infiltrator, and wielder of the Thief's Blade," Parker said unhappily. "That sword was given to me personally by the Lord of the Mountain."

"The Thief's Blade? Chubby, you're the champion of the Nightingale Tournament?"

"Overall champion of the Giant Tree Hills region," Parker added. But he was a little annoyed. "For some reason, I can't find my shortsword."

Cold sweat broke out on Fang Heng's head.

Guiltily, he looked toward the mist. The mana in that direction of the hall had gone quiet, but his aether vision could still see the dense fog being disturbed, as though something were parting it and charging toward him.

Fang Heng froze, a warning flaring in his heart.

"Bearing 391. Something's coming at me. It seems to have noticed me. No mana signature," he hurriedly shouted. "Speed... wait, 35?"

Hong Ye's expression darkened. At that speed, it was definitely not an ordinary Dragon Person. At the same time, Fang Heng called out seven distance readings. She pointed in that direction and ordered the Annihilator to fire seven times. Golden-red rays poured into the rolling black mist like Light Rain, but the system remained silent. Every shot missed.

Both of them tensed at once.

Hong Ye activated Magic Spear again. A cyan pillar of light shot into the hall, and the explosion's flash cleared a large portion of the mist.

But when they looked over, there was nothing there except wrecked tables and chairs.

"Damn it!" Hong Ye immediately realized that the approaching enemy was definitely an elite creature. Among organized humanoid creatures, elite creatures were generally holders of advanced classes.

"Do you have a spare Annihilator?" Fang Heng suddenly asked.

Hong Ye paused. "...You mean?"

"Let's try it," Fang Heng answered through gritted teeth.

An unusual feeling filled the girl's heart. Dual-controlling Annihilators—her instructor had told her not even to think about such a thing before level twenty. But Hong Ye could not help thinking that her instructor had probably never expected her to encounter a Fairy Master.

She could not help glancing at the boy.

She had already made up her mind. No matter what, she had to recruit him into the guild—

A second Annihilator appeared amid blue light on Hong Ye's other side, maintaining an opposing rotation with its companion.

Even Wu Di looked in that direction at the strange sight.

Then, with his dead-fish eyes, he looked toward the center of the battlefield at Fang Heng, who kept his eyes closed while maintaining his connection with the Fairy Doll.

His gaze met Hong Ye's. They looked at each other, then each looked away, clearly understanding what the other was thinking.

Fang Heng had no idea that he had become such a prized catch. All he could see now was a network of light.

Countless points of starlight spread around Hong Ye. They were the mana nodes of the two Annihilators' eight subsystems, two Core Crystals, four cooling systems, and two power systems.

The Fairy Doll's ability was to connect those points of starlight into a network, then use shared computation to reduce the burden of controlling the Flexible Constructs within that network.

But merely connecting those networks made sweat bead on his forehead.

Compared to linking thousands of nodes, the dozens of nodes created by artificers were nothing at all. Anyone who had never truly controlled a Fairy Construct would never understand how difficult this was.

It was said that true Fairy Masters could extend their situational awareness across an entire battlefield, enough to link dozens of Flexible Constructs together—

Fang Heng simply could not imagine whether that still counted as human work.

He had only strengthened Hong Ye alone, yet he already felt overwhelmed.

The thing in the mist was still drawing near, but Fang Heng was almost too distracted to spare it attention. He only glanced at its bearing before murmuring, "Bearing 447, but I'm not entirely sure. Use the high-density firepower mode to force it out—"

Hong Ye nodded.

Overload Flow was an ancient and rare school.

But it was rare not because it had any inherent flaws.

Rather, once Combat Artificers could control multiple magic-guided constructs, they had no need for such a school.

Before multiple magic-guided constructs, Combat Artificers had only one tactic.

Van Vliet ammunition count—

Firepower decided everything.

She raised a hand, and both Annihilators opened their metal shells at once, revealing the Flame Ray subsystems' conical crystals beneath, like hunting beasts baring their fangs. A glint of golden light flashed.

The next instant, countless golden-red beams wove together like a net of light, sweeping toward the direction Fang Heng had indicated. It was like fireworks blooming in the darkness, leaving even the Paparal crossbowman on the table staring blankly.

Under such dense firepower, the elite monster could no longer remain hidden and sprinted out. It chose the direction behind Fang Heng. The mist surged there, and a gray spear pierced through it.

Hong Ye saw that the spear was held by a Dragon Person clad head to toe in armor.

"It's a Warrior Chief!" The girl spread both hands, sending her constructs into overload and activating antigravity.

But at that very moment, the hall shook violently.

Caught off guard, Hong Ye made a fatal mistake—she misjudged the Dragon Person's speed. The antigravity field overlapped with it but landed only behind the Dragon Person. Several tables there flew into the air and shattered against the ceiling.

"Ah!" Hong Ye panicked.

And the armored Dragon Person's spear was already pointed straight at Fang Heng.

But Fang Heng had someone beside him. A deep blue spear thrust in from the side, and the two spears clashed with a clang. Sparks burst forth. The armored Dragon Person took only one step back, while the elven girl holding the Hailin Spear was nearly sent flying.

"Miss Etila!" Fang Heng cried out.

Yet the moment she landed, she nimbly rolled across the floor and sprang back to her feet. Her emerald eyes fixed on the Dragon Person Warrior Chief as she began to chant, "The People of Ameya were born upon the earth. Where all spirits slumber is the realm of nature."

She lifted both hands—

The armored Dragon Person paused, feeling the ground tremble faintly. As it looked around, a thunderous crash rang out. A wall of vines tore up the stone floor and burst forth, wrapping around it.

Only then did Fang Heng remember—Etila was not merely a hunter. She was also a druid.

Though a low-level Entangling Spell might not have much effect on an elite Dragon Person, a brief delay was enough for Hong Ye to correct her mistake. The Dragon Person had just broken free from the thorny growth when it raised its head to see two crossing beams reflected in its prism-shaped pupils.

It paused slightly.

The Magic Spears crossed—

Half its body vanished directly in their path, leaving only an incomplete lower half kneeling on the ground before finally turning into dust.

Only then did Hong Ye let out a long breath.

She looked at Fang Heng apologetically and was about to speak when she heard him say in a low voice, "Don't stop. Run—"

The hall shook violently again.

It was as though some enormous creature had beaten its wings and left the ground.

Then a long dragon roar pierced through the rolling black mist and came crashing toward them.

Within that roar, countless Dragon People began taking shape again in the mist, including the elite Dragon Person that had just died. They rose from the dust, shook their heads, and pairs of dark red glowing eyes turned toward them.

"Wh-what is this...?"

Hong Ye was completely stunned.

The elven girl ran up from behind, grabbed her hand, and dragged her back.

The Paparal also plopped down onto the table, but a hand reached out from behind, lifted him up, and slung him over a shoulder like a sack of flour. Parker screamed in fright before realizing that Liuli Yue was the one carrying him.

On the other side.

Wu Di gave up fighting as well. He went straight to Fang Heng, grabbed his shoulder, and ran in one direction. There, Tianlan and Luo Yu were anxiously waving at them. "Hurry, this way!"

"It's coming!" Fang Heng, wearing his goggles, suddenly shouted.

A low roar sounded, as though something were breaking through the mist behind them.

But at that very moment—

An extraordinarily calm voice suddenly rang in Fang Heng's mind. "Mr. Knight, please transfer authority over the fairy-type Flexible Construct."

"Miss Tata, you...?"

Fang Heng froze.

He knew Dragon Souls came in two types: combat-type Dragon Souls and magic-guidance-type Dragon Souls, each specialized in controlling different types of Dragon Knight Constructs. But he had never heard of any type of Dragon Soul being able to operate fairy-type constructs.

And he had always believed Tata was a magic-guidance-type Dragon Soul.

But the fairy girl's voice remained calm, as though she had sensed his thoughts.

"Silver Tower first-generation experimental Artificial Dragon Soul—The Final Approacher, dominion-type Dragon Soul, Tata-Thumb-Morningstar. I was born for Fairy Type Knights—"

"Mr. Knight."

She answered softly.

"F-Fairy Type Knight...?"

Updates will be a little later these next few days. Everyone understands, right? Things will return to normal after a while. Please continue to vote and add this to your collections~ Also, there was a small mistake yesterday: I wrote Sea Forest Crown as Kaolin Crown. It has been corrected.