I am a mindless machine.

The ghosts' actions have one absolutely essential prerequisite: they cannot be discovered by any race in the war. However, if they intend to induce those races to make crucial decisions that could alter the course of the war, then it means they will inevitably become known to the race they are communicating with.

In this scenario, although the probability is extremely low, if two races were to communicate and coincidentally mention that a group of cloaked beings, completely covered and undetectable by elves, were spreading crucial information, then instantly, humanity would be doomed—the plan exposed—and everyone would be doomed!

But originally this was something that had no choice but to do, a risk that had to be borne—but if there were two girls involved, the situation would be different.

Okay, let's think about this scenario. One day you notice a protruding thread on your clothes. Annoyed, you're about to find a pair of scissors to cut it off, but just then—buzz buzz buzz—a mosquito suddenly appears in your field of vision. Even if you try to swat it, you can't kill it right away. And every time it temporarily disappears and you're about to go back to finding the scissors, it will reappear in your sight—after this repeated experience, the thought of cutting the thread will unconsciously disappear from your mind.

Since it's pointless to care about such things anyway (because the ghosts haven't revealed any identities, they're generally just seen as a scheme by people of a higher race), it's normal to ignore them after encountering something even more annoying.

Meanwhile, Yun You and his companion's moderate strength could come in handy. If it was too low, they would be killed before they could attract attention; if it was too high, they would attract too powerful an opponent and die—even if you hate that mosquito, you wouldn't burn down your whole house to kill it, would you?

Therefore, Riku only allowed the two girls to cause as much damage (pranks) as possible without risking their own lives. In this way, by making good use of guerrilla warfare tactics, the two girls could gain a certain position in this great battle, and might even be used as surprise troops at crucial moments.

Then, at the end of the conversation, Riku said in a tone that contained a hint of hope, "If possible, please kill as few people as possible." This was one of the rules he set for the other ghosts, but he couldn't be sure whether the two powerful individuals would obey this order.

Yunyou's response was this: "【Definitely】Since it's a game, then we must play according to the rules. As a player, that's the first rule. I won't cheat." Then, she added, "Moreover, this is also what Xiyang hopes for."

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"What on earth is going on!? Who is it? Has the enemy attacked!?"

The goblin responsible for observing and maintaining the Divine Fire Furnace Converter let out a loud roar in panic. After immediately pressing the report button for an enemy attack, he frantically turned his face, which was covered with a white beard, trying to find the culprit that had just fired the blue light cannon, but no matter how hard he searched, he found nothing.

Rather than calling it a divine furnace converter, it's more accurate to describe it as a massive complex (power plant). After all, it's designed to convert the immense, almost limitless energy of the divine furnace into energy that a regular furnace can handle, so the converter's size is naturally not going to be small.

At the same time, because the temperature emitted from converting such a huge amount of energy is enough to melt anything, it is impossible for any goblin to enter and operate it; people would die. This entire complex of buildings operates entirely in a fully automated manner.

"Luckily, Lord Ronnie foresaw this situation and created this spell... otherwise, the entire city would probably be finished by now." The goblin man's massive body trembled as he imagined the terrifying scene. "Moreover, the range of that suddenly launched blue light attack wasn't large; it only possessed extremely strong penetrating power. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable..."

Although the chances are extremely slim, in order to prevent the complex from being breached by enemies who break through the city's outer defenses and then directly hit the energy source with a single shot—which would then cause the rampaging, massive energy to blow up the entire city—there is a self-destructive tragedy occurring outside this power plant. This is because the genius Ronnie Dorobnier personally crafted this magical weapon, which is engraved with a spell that can directly absorb the damage from an explosion.

"The enemy must not have expected that we had taken sufficient protective measures, which is why they chose to attack the converter... And now all the important facilities have used their backup energy reserves to activate the protective shields. The enemy hiding in the shadows has lost the initiative!" The man couldn't help but smile smugly. In his view, the enemy would attack the converter first because they thought they could gain the greatest results—but all of this was within the chieftain's calculations! The enemy has now exposed themselves and gained nothing; this is their victory!

"I must inform Lord Ronnie of the detailed intelligence as soon as possible, as well as the enemy's location..." the goblin man muttered anxiously to himself, then quickly walked towards the gate of the converter observation station to prepare to dispatch manpower.

"No need for that."

However, someone stopped him. It was a tall, burly man with silver hair and one eye.

The silver-white hair belonged to a True Silver Spirit, used to amplify the power of spirits. His silver eyes, tinged with rust-red, appeared mysterious and bright, and he wore a display lens in his right eye for observing details. His clothes could only be described as wild and unrestrained; in fact, this man reeked of alcohol. The most striking thing was probably the enormous iron block on his back, almost twice his height.

It was a work of art, and also his own unique spirit sword.

A self-assured, arrogant smile spread across the man's stubble-covered face—the regal aura cultivated only by those at the pinnacle. This haughty presence even caused the goblin man to stammer, "Lord Ronnie!? What brings you here...?"

"Of course it's because I think something super dangerous has appeared! How could I possibly miss something so interesting?" Known as Ronnie, now practically the strongest goblin, he laughed heartily. His body trembled slightly with excitement at finally having a worthy opponent to fight.

For one of the most outstanding goblin races, possessing a divinely bestowed talent (intuition), he could roughly guess the enemy's combat strength and true nature simply by relying on his intuition. That was a powerful combat strength that even surpassed that of the Skywing race—but that was not the reason that excited him to such an extent.

If the goal was simply to possess overwhelming strength, there were far too many people stronger than him in this great battle. However, he utterly despised them—because they possessed only immense power. With a little planning and barring any unforeseen circumstances, even forcing those people to commit suicide using their own strength would be an easy task for this man.

So, the reason he's looking forward to the upcoming battle is because he feels that the enemy this time is different, an anomaly like himself. Just like that guy from the Forest Elves (Sink Nielbaren)!

"I...I understand, Lord Ronnie. I'll immediately send men to find the attacker!"

"No, no need for that." Ronnie shook his head with a smile. Then, looking up at the sky, he said in an excited, rising tone, "The intruder girls—are about to appear on their own. In a particularly dazzling way!"

In recent months, a strange girl has frequently appeared in the data reports of various races, seemingly wreaking havoc on all sorts of places. Ronnie thought to himself with amusement, "Looks like she's finally come after me! How interesting."

—As if echoing his words. The chaos that had ensued due to the power plant explosion was instantly silenced, as if someone had silencing it.

This is not an illusion, but because there is an invisible barrier that absorbs all the sounds.

Then, in the next instant, countless beams of light converged on the roof of a factory. This sudden appearance of light easily caught the attention of every stunned goblin, causing them to instinctively look in that direction—the entire world's focus was now on the same place!

A pure white-clad girl appeared under the light and gave a polite smile to all the bewildered goblins.

She stuck out her pink little tongue and made a funny face, then spoke in a clear, melodious, and flat voice:

"[Taunt] Good evening, goblins! I'm the one who destroyed your power plant. So, if anyone here is unhappy about this, feel free to come and hit me now! ☆"

Chapter Forty-Eight, First Move

"————!!!"

Then, just as abruptly as it had appeared, the silencing barrier was inexplicably broken.

In an instant, just as a pressure cooker that had compressed air to its limit could no longer withstand the pressure, the entire city boiled over!

"What on earth is going on?! Why aren't the city's defenses responding to the enemy's intrusion alarms?!"

"That's a Machine Race—? Isn't that the most ferocious race that's been declared absolutely forbidden to contact!?"

"What do we do now! Where is Lord Ronnie!?"

Doubt, fear, anxiety, terror, and stunned silence—countless emotions reached their peak at this moment. Even for a race as powerful as the goblins, as long as they are still intelligent beings, these emotions are something they cannot sever.

It is precisely because it is inseparable that it can be manipulated.

The mastermind behind this commotion, the machine-type girl standing on the rooftop of a factory high up, seemed to have become bored and simply sat down at the edge of the factory because no challenger had come to challenge her yet. She rested her cheek on her hand, swung her legs back and forth, and quietly watched the commotion unfolding before her.

In truth, Yun You's current strength isn't very high. After these past few months of training, she can now only guarantee that she can defeat five ordinary Skywing creatures at most. If the number increases any further, she'll probably have to start fighting for her life.

In the original work, Jibril famously declared that she could fight a hundred Skywings if she disregarded her own life. But the power she possesses now... is far too inadequate.

Putting everything else aside, as far as Yun You knew, there were dozens of ways to take his life in this capital city with a high probability. Among them, there were at least five methods that were guaranteed to work.

For example—directly throw a marrow explosion at her that will detonate the unactivated divine marrow, or have all the air fleets currently in the capital spatially blockade and surround her, then have all of them self-destruct, or use the terrifying energy of the undiminished divine furnace to attack her... and so on.

In an explosion of that magnitude, capable of obliterating an entire continent, even if the setting sun, hidden behind the scenes, tried its best to deceive space, the two would still be doomed.

However, since this is the capital of the goblin race, those methods that would inflict heavy damage on both sides are now unusable.

Of course, even though those sure-fire methods were sealed away, many other methods that could threaten her life still existed. Logically, if her only goal was to complete the task Riku had given her, there were other, less risky options available. But—Yun You's true objective wasn't just that.

The girl's only goal never changed—to win back the heart she had lost.

That's her main goal; everything else, including saving the world, has to take a backseat.

"Hey, woman."

--call out!

A greatsword cleaved the sky, and at the same time, it caused the noisy crowd to fall silent as if infected with a virus called silence.

However, unlike the forced silence spell used by Sunset earlier, all the goblins spontaneously stopped their panic, unease, fear, and terror—those expressions now transformed into the same emotion that appeared on their faces: peace of mind.

The reason is simple... because the man who single-handedly changed the goblin race's position in this great war, who changed the goblin race's inability to control their own power, and who invented the great feat of pre-imprinting spell formulas on spirit armor, the man who cannot be described by any amount of praise, has appeared.

With a nimble movement, Yun You braced herself with her hands, her legs swinging as she lifted herself up in a backflip. Like a swallow in flight, she gracefully flipped her body in the air, easily dodging the massive iron sword, over two feet long, that was hurtling towards her at near-sonic speed.

At the spot where the iron sword landed, the man used the teleportation spell engraved on the greatsword to leap hundreds of meters and appear there. Ronnie revealed a fearless smile to Yun You, his single eye beneath his silver hair seeming to burn with an inextinguishable flame of arrogance. His cloak billowed wildly in the gale whipped up by the greatsword falling at supersonic speed. Countless shattered rocks and steel bars formed his imposing backdrop.

"I, this great one, accepted your invitation and came to play with you. Be grateful, okay?" Ronnie revealed a fierce expression, raising the greatsword, twice his height, which was stuck in the ground, and pointing it at Yun You: "You'd better make sure I have as much fun as possible, but don't break down before the climax comes!!"

Despite Ronnie's intuition constantly warning him just how dangerous this seemingly harmless girl was, he still came alone.

Because his intuition told him that this battle was fightable.

Faced with Ronnie's consent statement, which already constituted sexual harassment, Yun You nodded slightly, then looked at him calmly, as if responding to the greatsword he pointed at her, and raised her delicate white hand as well—

The speed-breaking (compressed spirit cannon) that was originally intended for supersonic flight was instead unleashed directly at Ronnie.

The roaring, violent blue beam of light instantly vaporized a large area of ​​buildings in front of it, vanishing like pieces of paper thrown into a fire.

"【Angry】I was just sexually harassed by a man, and an older man at that. Since you have the guts to do such a foolish thing, then please be prepared to die. To be specific, now just wait to die."

Facing the long, destructive traces that left no trace of ruins—a tunnel stretching for hundreds of meters—Yun You smiled and said this.

After such a long period of turmoil, she was finally able to stop trying to minimize the damage as she had with the previous destructive devices.

The goblins who might have been affected had already taken refuge as quickly as possible after Yun You appeared. To avoid being caught in the potential war, the goblins in the capital took all the important research data and equipment and quickly boarded evacuation submarines to escape the battlefield.

"Ha, this level of attack right after we meet? Interesting!" Ronnie appeared in the center of the tunnel, his expression becoming more serious. Although his clothes were unharmed, he was clearly much more disheveled. The greatsword he held on his back was slightly damaged.

In that instant, acting on his intuition without a second thought, he activated his trump card—a technique pre-engraved on his greatsword, a temporary infiltration into another dimension that even he could only use once before it would break. It was through this action that he managed to dodge the almost entirely unexpected bombardment.

Cold sweat involuntarily streamed down his face.

For the first time, he began to doubt the intuition he had always firmly believed in.

Is this monster really something he can defeat?

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Purpose of the Battle

So, let's start by talking about the [Skywing Species], which have now tragically become just a unit of counting.

Are the Skywing race strong in the Great War? — The answer is very strong, extremely strong, and incredibly strong.

They were created from feathers by the god of war, Arthas. Their very existence is a form of magic, weapons forged by the gods to kill gods. As for their specific powers... well, they possess the ability to instantly teleport to any location within sight (and can instantly teleport to any place they've been before), a Sky Strike with only 5% of its power capable of performing a miracle like Moses parting the sea, and a protective shield that simply exists around their bodies capable of blocking 90% of attacks in a major battle—ordinary attacks can't even break through their passive defensive layer.

Then, this catastrophic race also possesses an incurable racial trait—every individual among them is a warmonger who loves to immerse themselves in endless slaughter. They even consider collecting the heads of various races (and have a systematic rarity system) as something to boast about to their companions. In their home, the fantasy species Abant Heim, a sky city filled with greenery and flowers, they enjoy paradise in a world that is hell for everyone else.

But in the eyes of those who controlled this great war, the Skywing race—to put it bluntly, was nothing special.

They are nothing but calamities that possess unimaginable power but know how to use it.

When it comes to controlling elves, not only are the forest elves, who are most skilled in this art, far superior, but even the goblins, who are the worst at it, are several times better. Just think back... do ordinary winged creatures have any attack methods other than Sky Strike?

The answer is no. Not a single one.

They simply gathered the immense, world-shaking power of their spirits into their hands, forming spears, and then, with a soft "Eee-yah!", threw them out. It was just a pure release of magic.

The enemies are just weeds, ore, and dust; we can just use brute force to destroy them. Why should I bother thinking? If we can't win, we can just gather more allies and unleash even greater force to win!

It's this kind of terrifying, childlike, innocent thought.

The result of this kind of thinking is that they can use violence to solve all problems when facing enemies who are weaker than themselves, but they are undoubtedly at a disadvantage when facing races with the same level of strength but who know how to use skills.

During the great war in the original work, only Jibril, an anomaly, broke the established mindset of the Skywing race. And this was also the method by which she was able to defeat the Dragon Spirit race single-handedly.

In other words, it falls under the common sense of normal, intelligent beings. It belongs to strategic skills (wisdom).

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Boom!