Why can't humans do it too?

Ronnie's process of researching inactive divine essence into weapons also brought a completely new way of using energy to the entire goblin race. Other technologies derived from this process also greatly enhanced the strength of the entire goblin race.

Unlike the Forest Elves, who developed numerous healing and defensive techniques to care for a fragile man and sustain his life, the Goblins, in terms of sheer offensive power, have undoubtedly surpassed the Forest Elves, who are currently focusing on building even thicker armor.

This approach, while providing them with enough combat power to contend with the Skywing race for a short period, did not prevent the agile Skywing race from easily destroying the ships when they rushed to their side.

This sudden war quickly escalated to a fever pitch from the very beginning. Every explosion meant a life was lost. There was no calm or reconciliation. In this war aimed at becoming the sole god, there was no retreat. Retreat meant death. As Azriel said, no matter what conspiracy the enemy was plotting in the dark, just kill them all, and the conspiracy would be easily resolved.

This is the era most loved by those who don't want to think but possess immense power.

Having acquired the Divine Essence as a weapon, the goblins were already in a state of extreme self-confidence. Now that they had mastered such a weapon that was almost capable of destroying the world, they needed to find something to attack and take another step on the road to greatness to end the war for their race and their beloved Great Father.

The explosions, as dense and loud as firecrackers, were enough to make fragile creatures feel uncomfortable and even bleed from their eyes, mouths, and noses. In this battle, which could be described as close-quarters combat, the Skywing race, with its completely excessive output capabilities, only needed to get close to the Goblin race's ships to easily crush a large piece of scrap metal.

What's most terrifying is that for these Skywings with their superb spatial manipulation abilities, getting close to the Goblin ships is an incredibly simple matter. Even though a considerable number of people were left behind in Avant Heim, only about twenty Skywings appeared here with Azriel. However, these demons traversing the battlefield have already proven with their unrestrained laughter that numbers don't mean anything.

It wasn't that they were powerless to fight back. Whether it was detonating their ships without hesitation when they knew they would die after being approached, or unleashing a torrent of energy on the area where the Skywings were located, the Goblins' targets were not individual Skywings. Because it was too difficult to lock onto these creatures that could traverse space at will, they simply focused their attacks on an entire space, with each shell aimed at destroying the space itself.

Even the Skywings were not spared from the attack, but for these fanatical war believers, death was not something to fear. When they knew their lives were coming to an end, they would not hesitate to rouse the last of their spirits, triggering a huge explosion that seemed to destroy everything, dragging the goblins who could not escape with them to their deaths.

In response to the call of the goblin race, some fantasy races arrived and joined the battle in a very short time. The reinforcements did not frighten or deter the winged races. Instead, they coordinated to send several winged races to meet the enemy directly.

Flipping her wings nimbly to dodge the streaks of light that brushed past her, Jibril swept along the edge of a passing airship in a flash. A huge opening was torn in the steel hull, which inevitably tilted and spun amidst a series of loud explosions on the hull. Every now and then, screaming goblins would leap out from the gaps and openings. Jibril made no attempt to finish them off, letting the airship spin and fall to the ground.

She was like a ghost that didn't exist on this battlefield, yet she was truly present here, her body burning with a desire for such a grand war, and even the corners of her mouth inevitably carried a bloodthirsty smile, destroying, killing, and enjoying the thrill of walking on the edge of damage that could severely injure her.

But... why is it that I can never fully immerse myself in something?

Unable to deceive her own heart, Jibril could clearly sense that whenever a pure white energy sphere near the ground gradually expanded and enlarged, her attention would be uncontrollably drawn to it, to the point that she was almost hit by the goblin several times.

Or to be more precise—on that island that has lost its lake surroundings, there is that unremarkable wooden house, its exterior now covered in green moss.

The forest elf script, like tiny tadpoles, covered the entire exterior of the house, as well as the ground around it. Undoubtedly, this was the forest elf's most powerful sealing magic, with only one main purpose: protection.

Although the runes on the spell flickered in the energy torrent of the explosion, like the light of a lighthouse swaying in a storm, it did indeed protect everything that needed to be protected.

Even Jibril herself didn't realize that every time she glanced at someone, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

She saw Azriel.

The winged creature with emerald-green hair sliced ​​through space like a falcon, appearing precisely in front of the machine girl. Just as she turned away in a panic, the creature flashed back again, even cheekily pressing its face against hers, reveling in the fear and helplessness that one shouldn't experience from a machine girl.

These emotions, which one would never expect to appear on the indifferent faces of those scrap metal people who live solely on logic and reason, were something they thought would never show.

Without hesitation, she killed all the spirits around her. Using the energy released by the spirits as they died, Shubi stabbed Azriel in the face. However, this crude and shallow way of using spirits did not pose the slightest threat to Azriel. As the first Winged Race created by the God of War and the leader of all Winged Races, Azriel was fully capable of having the strength to live up to that title.

Spinning in mid-air as if in a dance, Azriel seemingly effortlessly kicked Shiro in the side, causing the machine gunner to crash into the ground like a cannonball.

Bang! ! !

Chapter 259 Don't Die

There was no hope of victory, not even the hope of escape.

Knowing her own limitations perfectly, as an analytical unit among the Machine Gundams, Shubi knew that her combat power was less than 32 percent of that of the combat units, and she also lacked a support unit, the largest weapon connector among all Machine Gundams, to supplement her combat power.

She was frantically searching and thinking. After severing the connection with the connector, of the 2,751 types of weaponry in the Machine Gundam, Shubi could only use 47 types. And among these mere 47 types, she was desperately searching for a crack in the road to survival.

After compressing the extremely concentrated corpses of the elves killed by the previous attack, Shubi used them to unfold a bright green spherical particle membrane, hoping to buy some time. The impact and power expanded as if to destroy the earth. As if strolling in her own home, Azriel casually sliced ​​open the bright green light membrane, which was so fragile that it could not even withstand a microsecond.

If Azriel wanted to, she could crush this isolated piece of scrap metal into dust in an instant. The only thing that stopped her from doing so was her reluctance to damage the collection. However, this patience was being rapidly worn down by the escalating war around her.

"Isn't it about time you gave up resisting, meow?" Azriel yawned widely, her face already full of impatience, the lines on her face extending vertically from above her right eye to her jawline becoming even more ferocious. "I told you I would try to be gentle, meow, why don't you understand?"

The emerald-haired Skywing race's killing intent grew stronger. She looked down at the machine race below, which was using its guns to support itself on the ground and struggling to maintain its posture. It was just a piece of scrap metal, which didn't even need to breathe and existed mechanically by simply calculating, yet it was panting like those lowly creatures... Had it gone mad?

Unconcerned with these trivial matters, Azriel had completely exhausted her patience. Her next strike would be to make this piece of scrap metal disappear from the world. As the leader of this operation, she could not bear to face defeat.

"Die," came Azriel's cold, death knell, her voice devoid of much emotion. The elves were rapidly gathering.

【The Opening of the Classics—The Pseudo-Classics: Yan Longxiao】

This is a re-enactment of the powerful attack that once destroyed Riku's hometown. Even though it cannot fully unleash its power due to insufficient calculation ability, in the face of the blazing white light unleashed by Azriel, Shubi once again used this move that she had secretly decided never to use again, pouring all the Pokémon she could summon into it.

She simply wanted to survive, to see Riku again, and to see all those vibrant people.

I cannot bear this death, I cannot bear never seeing Riku's future again.

She wouldn't be considered an ally by the goblins, and even now, goblin shells were exploding around her. The intense flames and heat threatened to ignite her fair skin, which distinguished her from machines. Biting her lip tightly, Shubi screamed inwardly.

In fact, her mission was already complete when the local elites and the Skywing species appeared here at the same time. Now, the only goal echoing in her heart was to survive.

The emerald green explosion evaporated the instant it touched the earth's crust, and the vaporized red gas even caused a small earthquake. The molten soil and sand, reaching temperatures of thousands of degrees, instantly reached the stratification zone. This was a direct hit that even the dragon spirit species could not ignore; it was a power powerful enough to reshape the planet.

Under the strongest attack that Yanlong, one of the three kings of the dragon spirits, could unleash before his death, the affected airships were annihilated into dust. The place that could once be called a city was now a flat plain, submerged by the molten lava falling from the sky.

Amidst this rain of lava, the small wooden house still swayed precariously.

If you want to escape, this is your only chance.

She ripped open space, creating a rainbow-colored hole. Shubi curled up, using the shattered space to envelop herself, leaping to the farthest distance, anywhere, in any direction...

"Isn't it a bit presumptuous of you, meow, to try and manipulate space in front of us Skywing race?"

Even in a relaxed, sideways position, propping her head up, Azriel gently placed one hand on Shubi's neck. The chill was colder than the coldest ice; it was the chill of death, death.

The attack, which seemed to be able to split the heavens and earth apart, didn't even scratch the hem of her clothes. No matter how powerful the attack was, it was as if it didn't exist if it couldn't hit the target. Moreover, the dragon roar that Shubi recreated, which was limited in function, was less than half the power of the original.

"No!" came the instinctive cry from Shubi's mouth, a timid voice, "Don't die... I don't want to die!!"

"That's enough of the jokes, meow~~"

"I was just kidding~", before Shubi could say anything after suddenly looking up at those words, Azriel's next words plunged her soaring spirits back into despair, "If we just killed him, how could we possibly obtain such a precious collectible, meow~~"

Without a shred of pity, before the emerald-haired Skywing could finish speaking, Shubi's limbs were pulverized, and even her entire body below the chest had vanished.

Between the smooth cut surfaces, the broken parts were still flashing blue and white sparks, and the scattered wires twisted and turned like a tangled mess.

"Alright, alright~~~, now I've got that super super super precious collectible that all my sisters will be envious of, meow~~~"

The exclamations of joy were so intense that every syllable seemed to float away, but Shubi seemed not to hear Azriel's words. She continued to murmur, hoping that the fairy tale, which was said to become reality if repeated a thousand times, would come true.

A glistening liquid flowed in her amber eyes—a function she had secretly added to herself to make herself appear more human, a function she had intended for Riku to discover first…

Stunned, Hugh watched as the transparent liquid dripped into the iridescent space, dissipating into the air, as if it had lost its own thoughts, completely transformed into a mechanical doll, the words remaining in that nascent little heart.

'I really want to go to the sea with Riku... Sur said so...'

'Under the sun's rays...the sea is more beautiful than any jewel...'

Chapter 260 Reflection

As if it had completely lost its ability to function, Shubi, who was being held by the neck and lifted up by Azriel, was no different from a truly inanimate object. Its broken body even swayed inorganically with the swinging of the Skywing's arm.

"What a waste of time, meow~, but it was totally worth it, meow. Now, let's hurry and help—Aa ...

Azriel's voice suddenly amplified before she could finish speaking, screaming as if she had seen the most terrifying thing. It was hard to imagine that there was such a terrifying being on this planet that could make the Skywing race make such a terrified sound.

Before Azriel could react, a sharp beam of light slammed into Shiro, whom she was holding. The massive impact sent the machine gun flying from her grasp, plunging it into the iridescent spatial rift, as if it had fallen into the dark sea, disappearing completely from sight.

Not only that, if it were just falling into the crevice, it would be fine; Azriel could simply follow the trail. But what really made her scream so out of control was the elven energy wave that followed the attack. The powerful energy wave stirred the crevice in space like an invisible hand, making a complete mess of everything.

"Are you alright, Azriel-senpai?" This sweet greeting followed the attack, and the face that appeared at the spatial rift afterwards somewhat calmed Azriel's anger, which was almost overwhelming her.

"My tiny, tiny, tiny Jibril! My collection! My most precious collection, Jibril!!!" On the verge of tears, Azriel practically threw herself at Jibril. "You owe me my collection, Jibril!!!"

Yes, Azriel recognized it; the attack that had just knocked the Mech away from her hand was from Jibril.

"I'm sorry, senior, but I had no choice but to do this in this emergency," Jibril said earnestly, pushing away Azriel's face as she desperately pressed against her. "I saw that piece of scrap metal was preparing an attack that would pose a huge threat to you. In my haste, I chose this sudden attack to prevent you from getting hurt. Please forgive me."

"Hehehe~, Little Ji-meow is worried about me~", she chuckled foolishly, then a few seconds later suddenly jolted awake and shouted, "No, there's no threat at all, meow!!!"

"Anyway, since you have nothing else to do, senior, hurry up and join me in the battle. It's been a long time since we've harvested any gems from the moles since my lord issued that order," Jibril said, ignoring Azriel's protests, flapping her wings to leave.

"Waaaaah~, but my treasure..." Tears welled in her eyes as Azriel looked back at the spatial rift with a resentful expression. "Ughhhhhh! This is so annoying!"

Finally accepting the fact that she could no longer track it down, Azriel shouted in frustration.

"I'll give you a proper lecture after I'm done beating you up, meow!!"

Enraged, Azriel uttered these words and charged towards a fantasy creature summoned by the goblin race. She was going to unleash a massacre and vent her anger!

Watching Azriel's figure vanish in a streak of light, Jibril turned halfway to look at the rainbow-colored spatial rift, stared at it for a moment, and then reached out and wiped away the rift.

This war is not over yet.

It wasn't exactly a protracted war, but even for the Skywing race, it was a Pyrrhic victory. The Goblin Alliance had no concept of deterrent weapons. Their ultimate weapon, the Marrow Explosion, created from unactivated divine essence, wasn't meant for deterrence, but rather to inflict real damage on the enemy. It was also their means of posing an effective threat to the Skywing race.

Like the forest elves, they united their powers. Under Azriel's guidance, the Skywings gathered their strength to fight against the bomb that they had anticipated. Jibril had once used a technique to increase the power of Sky Strike by confining it to a small space. This technique was learned from Azriel.

As for Azriel, who had gathered the power of all the Skywings who had followed her, she used this gathered power to contain the marrow-blasting bomb launched by the goblins, which brought an extremely powerful sense of threat, with six pure black defensive walls.

The consequence of the massive explosion being confined to a small area was that even the space itself in that area was nearly destroyed. The energy unleashed by the weapon, made from unactivated divine essence, was something that even Azriel, whose power had greatly increased, could not completely suppress.

Aside from the ugly marks left on the surface by the energy that eventually squeezed out from the cracks, all you need to do at this moment is look up and you can see the black hole in the sky that seems to be swallowing everything, even the sky itself. Light cannot escape. It is indeed shrinking, but perhaps even the God of War cannot be sure how long it will take for it to completely disappear.

This is the trace left on the planet by the final collision. Every now and then, rocks attracted by the collision float up into the air, only to fall back down due to insufficient suction. This cycle repeats itself, leaping through the air like waves, breaking the balance of gravity here.

The Skywing race won, but the Goblin Alliance was not disappointed by this defeat... or rather, for them, this brief war itself had already explained a lot.

Just as the great powers of Suer's previous life needed to use war to prove their strength to other countries when they rose to power, there has never been a force that rose peacefully in this world, and the goblin race has found its place through such battles.

This was a significant step Ronnie took on his path to ending this never-ending war, but these trivial matters were not of concern to Jibril.

She folded her wings and landed on what could once be called the ground. The soles of her shoes touched the still-hot ground, and she could still feel the scorching heat. Jibril stared, searching her memory for any corner that corresponded to the scene before her... but nothing.