That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Chapter 242 Kidnapping Machine - Kai

In response to Hall's request, the mechanical ring on the young girl's head lit up slightly, replying: "[Negative], this machine has been abandoned and cannot transmit information with the connector."

Hall was not surprised at all and had already prepared his bargaining chips. He said calmly, "Fanlou, this is the name of a god who fell into slumber billions of years ago, before the Machine Race had developed intelligence. It is also the name of your creator. Send this information back with you."

The young girl's pupils contracted sharply as she stared at Hall.

They are a race created by God, and they are sensitive to God's name, recognizing it the moment they hear it.

But why would a foreigner utter the name of a god that even the Machine Race themselves don't know?

The young girl's doubts lingered for a moment before she stood up from Rick and faced Hall: "[Confirmed], information exchange with the connector has been completed. Everyone, please answer: Who are you?"

"prophet."

"【unknown】."

"As the name suggests, it means prophet."

"[Question], what is the reason the Prophet proposed to make a deal with us?"

"No rush, I have a question for you before we begin."

Who are you?

The halo in the eyes of the machine-type girl reacted violently, and she calmly replied, "[Answer], we are machine-type."

"Where do you come from?"

"【Answer】: We are tools created by God."

"Where do you want to go?"

"【Answer】: We are right here."

These three philosophical questions for humanity represent the most basic understanding that intelligent species need of themselves.

Hall smiled and said, "Your answers are as superficial as I imagined. That's a characteristic of you machine races, isn't it? But since you created machine races that want to analyze human emotions, there must be some among you who have doubts about this answer."

"【Negative】, cannot be answered."

"Then let me tell you something interesting. The God of Suspicion who created you, Fanlou, was the first intelligent life form to be born in this world. At that time, there was no concept of life. She couldn't bear the loneliness of being alone, so she created you. However, before you could evolve and develop intelligence, your creator gave up thinking and lost her vitality by piercing through her own divine essence." Hall's words were shocking, and the violent reaction of the halo around Shubi's eyes showed just how violently she and her connector were shaking.

"I'll ask again, what is the purpose of the existence of the Machine Race?"

"【Negative】, cannot be answered, cannot be understood, cannot be judged."

Won.

The mechanical creatures originally lacked directionality. For them, finding their own value and direction, a question that ordinary people would only ponder if they were full and had nothing better to do, was the path they had been exploring.

Hall smiled and said, "Because you are worthless."

"Let's make a deal. Since you machine races know the characteristics of humans, you must also know that humans have the ability to resurrect your creators. In return, I can teach you a language called the Heart, giving you meaning in your existence and the possibility of evolution."

"In exchange, all the machine races will become my property."

The machine-like creature, expressionless, repeated the connector's judgment: "[I acknowledge], but I cannot determine the truth or value of what you said."

"[Objection], I temporarily acknowledge your command authority until the commitment is fulfilled, at which point the deal will be formally established."

“No problem.” Hall smiled, a truly radiant smile.

what happened?

Beside him, Rick's mouth was practically big enough to fit an egg; he looked completely bewildered, his jumbled thoughts trying to make sense of the information Hall and the machine had just exchanged.

He felt as if he had been knocked unconscious by a 20-ton behemoth, and after sleeping for ten years, he woke up to find that he had been asleep for ten years and that he had lost his memory. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of absurdity.

Am I dreaming?

Otherwise, how could someone become the master of a superior race with just a few words? And that person was human?

Rick pinched his face hard; it hurt. He wasn't dreaming.

Rick asked, bewildered, "Hall, what did you just do?"

"Just as you heard, okay, now you can go back."

Rick lost his composure, clutching his head and muttering incredulously, "No! No! No! No! No! Wait! Just a moment! Let me think about what just happened!"

"We encountered a lone machine here."

“Yes,” Hall nodded.

"Hall, you are communicating with the machine's connector."

"Yes."

"And then you became their master."

"Temporary."

"The Mech Race is the same dangerous race that successfully killed a god and was listed as an untouchable race by the Goblins?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"Sorry, let me take a moment to think this through. I still can't understand! What's wrong with you?!"

"As I said, for humanity to obtain the Star Grail, it must rely on the power of tools. I cannot guarantee that the negotiations just now will be 100% successful."

"What you just said is all true? Including the creator of the machine race."

"of course."

"How would you know information that is impossible to know? You said that the creator of the Machine Race was the only one that existed billions of years ago!"

Hall smiled mysteriously: "I am a prophet, I only know what I know."

"Damn it, are you some kind of god in disguise?"

Hall patted Rick on the shoulder: "From now on, humanity will no longer be ants that can only eke out a living in this world."

Rick paused, then turned to look at the Mech-type girl, a smile spreading across his face as he grew increasingly excited: "Ah, it seems so."

"Also, she's in your care." Hall pointed to the young girl.

"Huh? Why?"

Hall said disdainfully, "Scumbag, don't you want to take responsibility?"

"So, what are you responsible for!"

“I saw and heard everything just now, and that was also a condition I agreed to for the Machine Race. Connector, continue to sever the connection with her.”

"【Understood】, command executed."

The young girl of the Mecha race came before Rick and bowed obediently: "I am but a humble girl, please guide me from now on."

Rick looked dejected and hesitated for a long time before saying weakly, "Never mind, it's all for the sake of humanity."

Let's give her a name.

"Name?" Rick looked at the mecha girl. "Do you have a name?"

"【Answer】, Identification number: ?c207Pr4f57t9."

"It's too long, and it's not a human name."

"【doubt】 has the same meaning."

Rick pondered, "From now on, your name will be Shubi."

"clear."

Hall instructed, "Shuby, please take us back."

Rick asked in confusion, "Haven't we finished exploring this forest elf city yet?"

“We have already obtained the entire treasure, there is no need to be obsessed with a single gold coin. In ten minutes, the entire Mech race will descend upon the settlement.”

"That's true."

Chapter 243 Startled and Retreat

The Machine Race consists of 32 Linkers, totaling 13979 units. Each machine possesses power comparable to that of a superior race. If placed in the Type-Moon universe, their strength would be roughly equivalent to or greater than that of a first-class Servant, making them undoubtedly one of the most powerful armed forces in this world.

The only one who can stand against all the machine races is the God of War, Altshu, the creator of the Skywing race, who possesses the essence of the concept of "strongest".

The machine race has never shown its fangs, yet it is considered the most formidable enemy by all the gods and races in the world.

At this moment, this world-shaking force took action for the first time, carrying out the first order issued by Hall.

Above the human settlement, space cracked open with fine rifts, and a series of Kai-type machines drifted out smoothly.

Their body structures are uniformly a combination of humanoid bodies and machines, with subtle differences between the different bodies, such as weapons, mechanical devices in the head, or tails connecting to the Elf Corridor.

There are also different types of mechs, including combat mechs, observation mechs, analysis mechs, and design mechs, each with different functions.

The Connector is the Commander, and above it exists a Commander of the Fully Connected System.

Hall temporarily received power equivalent to that of the fully connected command entity.

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Thousands of kilometers away, a massive aerial fortress floated in the sky, its shape seemingly carved out of the earth, the lower half of it made of soil and the upper half of a dense forest, surrounded by a huge magic circle.

At its center was a snow-white, elegant open-air building. A golden-haired, purple-eyed forest elf leisurely savored the taste of black tea while holding an exquisite teacup. Her attire resembled that of a goddess from Greek mythology, with a dress covered in ribbons that was barely longer than a swimsuit, adorned with gold and silver jewelry, making her appear even more noble and elegant.

The forest elf's name was Sink Nielbaren. Even among the forest elves who were skilled in magic, he was a top genius and the commander of the forest elves in this world war.

Soon, a forest elf rushed in, breaking the peaceful atmosphere, and reported: "Lord Nielbaren! An abnormal spatial surge has been observed above the battlefield."

Sink Nielbaren scoffed, "What tricks are those shorty trying to pull now? They won't last long. Once we complete the [Void Zero Blessing], victory in this war will belong to us."

A magic circle lit up beside the forest elf reporting the intelligence. Listening to the news, his expression changed rapidly, and he reported urgently: "Lord Nielbaren! Something seems wrong. According to the elves' observations, it's a machine race that has appeared!"

Machine-type!?

Upon hearing the name, Sink Nielbaren spilled a little of his tea, frowned deeply, and looked on with profound doubt.

The more one learns about the Machina race, the more fearful their existence becomes. All actions taken against the Machina that fail to completely eliminate them only make them stronger. No one knows the true extent of this race's power.

The special ability of the Machine Race is to analyze and copy all methods of attacking them; the magic and abilities they possess record the history of wars against them from ancient times to the present.

Then, the Machine Race and the Skywing Race are also the only races that successfully killed a god.