I am a mindless machine.

Although the other party was loading a message, Yunyou had no intention of interfering.

That move is indeed very powerful.

However—if it's about killing yourself, that's still not enough.

Yun You's expression remained calm. Even though she had already seen through Jibril's intentions, she was fearless. Rather, she saw it as a good opportunity.

She reached her hand into the empty space, and the transparent air rippled like the surface of water, the ripples spreading out and swallowing the girl's snow-white hand.

Then—countless ripples appeared behind her.

"【Diankai】—Imaginary Number Space—"

Machine-type characters possess the ability to manipulate, expand, and even retrieve objects from space. However, they haven't specifically developed this ability. The current skill is an application method that Yun You developed herself. And the inspiration... comes from the Noble Phantasm of a certain dazzling king. That concept is really good.

Although it only takes a moment for the machine armor to transform its attack, it still takes time.

So why not prepare the attack from the beginning?

Moreover, the function of imaginary space is not limited to this.

For example—directly absorbing the opponent's attack, or something like that.

Yun You aimed the portal at the raging elven storm, preparing her defenses. If her prediction was correct, as long as this method proved feasible...

Thinking this, she turned her gaze back to Jibril, preparing to see if she could go and extend Jibril's life after this outburst. After all, the two of them had no enmity, and if the plan succeeded, there might still be a chance for peaceful coexistence in the future.

But the next moment, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and a look of astonishment appeared on her usually calm face.

What struck her wasn't an explosion of energy—but rather a sharp, piercing sound, as if something had been broken.

The extremely high-frequency noise caused by the spatial fragmentation instantly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"(Regret – I went too far.)"

Because it was a time even shorter than a fleeting moment, Yun You only had time to utter such a thought. Moreover, since she had spent most of her energy on unfolding the imaginary space, she was unable to extricate herself from this forced spatial transfer for the time being.

The next moment—the scenery changed instantly.

Around her appeared... countless cubes of varying sizes, radiating dreamlike colors, floating in the air. And countless girls, like angels, soaring freely through the sky.

It was just like that so-called paradise.

However, for Yun You right now—this place is undoubtedly hell.

Chapter Sixty: In Peril

In the pitch-black cave, the water-burning stone lamps, whose moisture had almost evaporated, flickered and seemed about to vanish at any moment.

"You're saying...you have other ways to end the war?"

Inside the cave, Riku looked at the setting sun and said this with a frown. He clearly didn't quite believe what the other person was saying.

Riku's feelings were complex. When he woke up from his slumber and didn't see Shubi beside him, he was genuinely panicked. Even when he infiltrated the Forest Elf capital alone to engage in a psychological battle with their unparalleled genius, he hadn't felt this terrified. Because then, he was facing the enemy, his intelligence was his sword, and his ability to anticipate the enemy's psychology was his shield. With weapons in hand, he could fight seriously (or play a game).

But when Shubi disappeared, he didn't even know who the enemy was, so how could he talk about fighting?

Or rather, for him at that time, the enemy was this entire cruel world.

It was a feeling of despair where you didn't even know who you were facing.

But in a surprising turn of events, not only did Shubi return alive and well, but she also brought an unexpected surprise—the good news that Yunyou and Xiyang were finally planning to join the battle. If these two were truly determined to give their all, then there would be many things they could do.

As for whether their goal was the Star Grail, Riku didn't really care. After spending so much time together, although he still couldn't see through Yun You's thoughts, he understood the naive ideals held by the vampire girl. And Yun You, clearly, was primarily aiming at the dream of the setting sun.

So if the two of them end up winning the Star Cup... that wouldn't be so bad.

but......

"Are you serious? — Even under these conditions?" Recruits pondering the information the setting sun had just conveyed, his brow furrowing even deeper. He hadn't realized that obtaining the Star Grail wasn't as simple as just revealing it; there were so many intricacies involved. But if they weren't lying, then the most crucial condition was defeating the strongest war god—Althesh.

If the essence of the God of War cannot be kept inactive, then even if the Star Cup is revealed, it will be meaningless—that is a god who represents the concept of war. If he were to control the world, what kind of monster would this world become?

It definitely won't end well. So we absolutely cannot let this happen.

However, the so-called strongest is only the strongest because it is the strongest... If that's the case, then how can it be defeated?

While strategy can certainly handle most situations, even Riku would struggle to devise a good solution to this kind of irrational violence. Just as a boss without a health bar is impossible to defeat, this is an unsolvable problem.

"Of course we're serious!"

However, the sunset's face radiated confidence, and its voice, though youthful, was resolute.

She didn't trust herself, but rather the white-haired girl who had told her the war could end. Because Yun You had told her that, it must be true. Yun You had given her so much and shown her so many possibilities—so she believed that if the other person said it, then they could definitely do it.

Yunyou wouldn't lie to her.

"Uh... okay. Let's just say that's how it is." Riku, looking at the sunset, couldn't bring himself to deny it. Regardless of whether what she said was true or not, directly refuting a girl in the throes of love was a thankless and exhausting task. And now there wasn't much time to waste. "Then let's talk about it briefly—the trump card you hold."

Under the manipulation of the ghosts, the great battle has entered its final stage. Most of the forces have gathered in one place, and the current stalemate is only due to the lack of a way to defend against the enemy's attacks. It's like two peerless swordsmen with profound skills, waiting for the other to reveal the slightest flaw before striking like a venomous snake. This stalemate will not last long.

Riku's mind raced, trying to recall the cards they held, but he couldn't come to a conclusion. While Yunyou was strong, in a war of this scale, individual bravery was limited.

In any case, the cards (power) I have in hand are simply too few...

"So, if we could get the help of all the Mighty Legionnaires—do you think there'd be any chance?"

The setting sun revealed the trump card it had been told, and a faint smile appeared on its face.

"What...? That possibility...?" Before Riku, Shubi stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Compared to the other two present, as a fellow Machine Race member, she naturally understood what this meant. She couldn't comprehend what methods would be needed to gain the help of a race that prioritized reason above all else. But after a long pause, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and she murmured, "No... if we did that... it is indeed possible..."

But that kind of choice... normally, even if it meant death, I would never choose it.

For any living being that has acquired a heart, that is an absolutely unacceptable option.

Shubi looked at the setting sun with disbelief, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Yunyou...is she planning to apply for a reconnection...?"

Because that choice is tantamount to dissecting one's head—one's soul—and allowing over ten thousand people to freely browse and spy on it. It's about sharing one's most precious and unique emotions with over ten thousand people. The public execution is secondary; the most serious consequence is the long-term damage this act will cause.

To put it in analogy, it's like having your dearest wife subjected to NTR by over ten thousand people. And all of this happened in front of her...

Who could accept something more terrifying than death?

"No......"

The setting sun slowly shook its head.

"Lady Yu only wants to make a deal."

As she said this, Xiyang sensed a vague unease in her heart. This caused her to unconsciously twirl her hair with her fingers, weaving it into layers of tangled strands, much like the unresolved sorrow in her heart. A nameless sense of unease lingered in her mind.

A long time has passed, but Yunyou still hasn't returned.

Could it be... that something happened?

...

...

Countless dreamlike blocks formed the sky, upon which flowers, trees, and shrubs grew freely. Girls soared freely through the heavens, their joyful laughter echoing.

"How about that, you evil spirit—I told you you couldn't dodge my attack this time, didn't I? Now, do you regret holding back all this time? ☆"

The petite girl, now in the form of a loli, had exhausted all her strength—no, even her very existence was becoming faintly visible due to overexertion. She forced a malicious smile and spoke in a deliberately sarcastic tone, her voice barely audible in her weakened state.

Once she realized that the other person was someone she absolutely could not defeat in her current state, she changed her mind.

They are Skywings (weapons of war), not warriors who seek victory and glory through honor, but merely weapons forged in the pursuit of victory.

Soldiers who, deception also.

Although Jibril possesses an unusually unconventional temperament among the Winged Race, even capable of suicidal acts like single-handedly taking on a Dragon Spirit, that doesn't mean she's an idiot. Her tendency to blindly imitate others has led her to forget even the most basic things, such a thing wouldn't happen to her.

Normally, she might not have made such a choice. But this time, she sensed that the other party posed a threat that had to be eliminated, both to the Skywing race and to Altshu (her master).

If that's the case, then killing them by any means necessary is the duty of a weapon.

Yun You calmly surveyed her surroundings, confirming once again that this was indeed the home of hundreds of Skywing species—the Fantasy species Abant Heim.

At the same time, this is also where the God of War, Artesius, resides.

In other words, this is a desperate situation.

Upon receiving this answer in an instant, even Yun You couldn't help but feel a pang of panic. Jibril wasn't stupid; the spatial teleportation she had just released at the cost of her own life was aimed at space itself, not at her. Therefore, she couldn't learn the [Pseudo-Scripture: Sky Shift] cheat skill like the Machine Race members in the original work.

Given her current ability to teleport, the likelihood of it being stopped is too high.

A situation could occur where the entire spatial passage is torn apart, similar to what happened to Shubi in the original work. And if the spatial passage is directly torn apart, her movements will be temporarily restricted.

That would be fatal.

—Is that so? Indeed, for machines, unexpected situations are the only natural enemy.

Countless streams of data flashed in the girl's crimson eyes. A future constructed from the interweaving of tens of thousands of possibilities appeared before her.

However... I'm not your average machine.

"—Little Ji Meow!!!—Why did you turn into this state so quickly after only three days of recovery?! Meow!!!! Did you go and challenge the Dragon Spirit again by yourself??? Little Ji!!!!"

Just then, a beautiful, ethereal-looking girl of the Skywing race, with large tears welling in her eyes, flew swiftly towards them. Although her tone was exaggerated, her concern was genuine. She clearly understood just how dire Jibril's situation was.

Although it was their first meeting, Yun You already knew the other person's name. The strongest individual among the Winged Race, the eldest sister of the Winged Race—the original individual, Azriel.

"Meow? — Who are you...?"

She appeared instantly beside Jibril, naturally noticing Yun You's presence as well. Her gaze, filled with suspicion, fell upon her. Then, the instant she recognized her, her eyes turned icy cold, a stark contrast to her previous expression. The intense killing intent almost materialized into a tangible curse.

"Are you an evil spirit cat...? Did you injure Xiao Ji like this?"

Although she used a question, both her tone and expression revealed her true thoughts at that moment—this piece of scrap metal that appeared here was doomed.

The great war is currently at a stalemate between the two sides. In other words, all the Skywing races are currently on the island, bored out of their minds with nothing to do. Their insatiable bloodlust is swelling like never before.

Azriel gave Yunyou a beautiful yet cruel smile and softly issued her supreme command.

"I order all Skywing race members to immediately relocate here. Execute any scrap metal that dares to trespass on this territory of our master."

In the next instant, hundreds of pretty girls with delicate wings appeared and were scattered in every corner of this space, each of them filled with fighting spirit.

"Hoo... Calm down." Yun You commanded herself in her heart, looking up at the red sky and the killing weapons that filled the entire space.

Although the current situation is bad, it is much better than the situation of Shubi in the original work.

At least, she possesses the power to fight back. She hasn't been truly driven to the brink of despair.