He seemed to be observing the effect of the attack—
After a moment, Fang Hong continued to speak, "Bearing sixty-two, increase the delay fuse by one notch, and add three more rounds."
"Bearing seventy-three, increase the delay fuse by another notch, and add one more round."
"Wait, we are running out of magic power!" Parker couldn't help but shout.
"Swap the magic storage crystal, Tianlan!"
"Brother Ade, it's coming right up—!"
As the roar and flash of the explosion passed, sparse skeleton figures immediately appeared in the forest, but Fang Hong raised his hand, and the walkers on the platform immediately aimed their muzzles in that direction.
This scene left Chris petrified—
At the Elpaxin Artisan Association, he had seen the operation of constructs, but the operation of walkers, at the very least, was the domain of professionals, Level 20 and above. But a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Level 20 craftsman, could that be possible?
