The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

"My youth, which I've lived again..."

Chapter 272 The Gears Begin to Turn (Part 1)

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom --─

That was a war between two races.

The machine race, which has always maintained a low profile and whose reputation is not prominent, consists of 3,496 individuals, including one composite link and 437 machine links.

And then there's the high and mighty dragon spirit, 'Yanlong' Aranlev, who ranks fourth in adaptability to elves among all confirmed races and possesses immense power, along with his seven dragon companions.

Now that the dragon has passed away, the combined strength of both sides is approximately one-quarter of the total strength of their respective races.

Even with both sides deploying only a quarter of their forces, the surrounding map is now completely unrecognizable after just a few hours of fighting.

At this point, the machine-type fighters had firmly gained the upper hand.

The Machine Race, which had been observing the battle situation, successfully overwhelmed the Dragon Race in this first major war in history!

Moreover, so far, one member of the Dragon Essence species has perished, while the losses of the Machine Armor species have been minimal.

This was completely unexpected by all the races that were observing the battlefield in various ways!

"hold head high!!!"

'Yanlong' Alanref let out a deafening roar—under this roar, about a hundred machine armors were crushed into dust by the shockwave mixed with the berserk spirits, but almost at the same time, all the remaining machine armors had already come up with a countermeasure.

At this level, it only takes one hit before the same attack will no longer be effective.

Alanev narrowed his tyrannical yet wise eyes.

He has found the reason why the machine gunners can fight to this extent.

Indeed, neither he nor Conglong currently have a solution.

From the moment they failed to swiftly and decisively annihilate all the mechs, they had already lost any chance of victory.

But—he will not retreat.

This is the pride of the Dragon King!

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"I see..."

It was an elegant garden, far from the battlefield, floating in the air from an overhead perspective.

Sitting in the first seat below the main seat, Norns smiled with his lips pursed.

"Such terrifying analytical ability. No wonder you were one of the prototype races that guy referenced when he designed you."

"If it were us, we could have done better."

The girl was answered by a pleasant but indifferent voice from behind her.

"Also, Sister Norns is one of Master's protectors, so please don't address Master so casually."

Norns turned his head and glanced at the area behind him on his right, somewhat speechless.

That was another 'Norns' who looked exactly like the blonde girl.

"I've said it so many times... I don't have the thick skin of some certain types of old people. At this age, if they still call me 'sister,' I really don't know how to accept it... Besides, isn't what you said obvious...?"

Three thousand or so Mechs could only fight a quarter of the strength of a Dragon Spirit, but if three thousand or so Skywings were sent, their combat power would be enough to fight against the remaining Dragon Spirit forces.

However, in reality, there are only so many Skywing species.

"However, to be fair, the talent of this race is indeed quite terrifying, and they are extremely difficult to deal with..."

Norns turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

At least from an external perspective, the Machine race can be considered a race without weaknesses.

Or rather, even if there are weaknesses, they can be remedied the moment they are recognized as weaknesses and targeted.

This race, known as the Machine Race, possesses such terrifying abilities.

And most importantly, its analytical capabilities are so powerful they're almost eerie.

In just a few hours of fighting, they discovered the most fatal weakness of the dragon spirits and then developed a suitable combat method to kill one of them in one fell swoop, turning the tide of the battle.

—The Dragon Spirit transforms itself into a 'time-space container,' merging countless timelines of itself into its body. But precisely because of this, any damage inflicted on a Dragon Spirit will be amplified countless times in an instant due to its time-space power. —It can be said that almost every Dragon Spirit dies because of its own power.

In other words, when facing a dragon spirit, the most important thing is to concentrate your attack power and break through at one point.

The current machine-type has grasped this point completely and implemented it.

Of course, that alone is not enough to keep the dragon spirits busy.

This race itself is an incomparably excellent 'weapon of war', comparable to the Skywing race.

"So, your clan is in danger? If it's just about rescuing them, I don't mind making you owe me a favor."

This time, however, Norns looked to the left.

A long-haired, long-bearded, and rather stereotypical old man with a sage-like appearance was standing quietly to her left and behind, wearing a golden robe.

Upon hearing Norns' question, the old man slowly opened his clear eyes.

Then, he sighed softly and shook his head.

"The Yanlong lineage is violent and warlike; they have brought this upon themselves and deserve to die."

The machine race has always remained an observer in the face of the war that has swept across the entire planet, and even when they do intervene, it is only in a passive counterattack.

On the other hand, this wasn't the first time that Yanlong Yalanlef had caused chaos and destruction everywhere.

It is obvious that this war was also initiated by Yanlong.

The old man believed that there was no need to save such a troublemaker on the battlefield.

"Sigh~ So the world inside the Dragon Spirit species is this cold? I think this kind of personality is quite useful."

Despite saying this, Norns did not take any action.

Since the First Subordinate Dragon, who is also one of the Three Great Dragon Kings, has said so, she has no reason to take action.

During the dialogue between the two sides, the situation of the battle took a new turn.

The Yanlong faction, which had initially been able to hold on, finally collapsed as its decline became increasingly apparent.

Then, with the fall of the last remaining dragon, 'Yanlong' Aranlev finally unleashed his final roar.

The next moment, the blazing sun shone brightly in the sky.

That was the last and strongest power of the Dragon Essence.

The Dragon King's most powerful attack—the Roar of the Yan Dragon—is now displayed before the world.

Then—it charged toward the machine-type creatures.

Norns couldn't help but stand up at that moment.

It wasn't that she was amazed by the power of Yanlong's roar, but rather that, in the girl's eyes, the world had suddenly undergone a tremendous change.

Countless mysterious runes shimmered in her silver eyes, and a smile curled at the corners of the girl's lips.

"Has the stagnant gears of fate finally begun to turn?"

Chapter 273 The Gears Begin to Turn (Part 2)

The light roared, and the sun burst forth with immense energy across the sky.

The next moment, the entire sun began to set.

Their target—directly ahead, is a race called the Machine Race!

[—Forwarded, the parser is transmitted to the fully connected command entity.]

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Silvery light appeared in the sky, forming countless magical formations.

Then, after coming into contact with the spell, the enormous sun turned ninety degrees and fell into the distant ground.

The impact, which completely altered the terrain, instantly engulfed the heavens and the earth.

All living beings within the area—including more than 30% of the machine-type creatures, and even the 'ants' that no observer noticed even at the height of the war—were ultimately reduced to ashes by the impact of the light and heat.

Among the machine types, a girl-like machine seemed to sense something and indifferently looked towards the center of the impact.

Then, she witnessed a miracle that could not have occurred no matter how she calculated it.

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When we were children, we thought the world was simpler.

There are no unwinnable games, hard work will be rewarded, and nothing is impossible.

Is it wrong for a child, ignorant and foolish, to have such thoughts after observing the world with innocent eyes?

...Is it really wrong?

In the small room, illuminated only by a dim light, the boy picked up a chess piece.

There was only the boy.

However, in the darkness, the boy stared at a clearly visible figure and fell into deep thought.

—Once we grow up, we naturally distance ourselves from games.

Why? Because they no longer have the leisure or inclination to play games?

Or is it because the world isn't as simple as a game?

Whatever the reason, people will naturally distance themselves from games once they grow up.

But the boy never thought about such a thing.

After careful consideration, he placed the pieces back on the board.