That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

For this reason, Azriel has been observing this planet for several years.

Forest Spirit?

What can those logs do? If the Skywing race were willing, they could even directly attack the Forest Spirits' creator—the Forest God Kainas.

Moreover, the forest elves had already been given sufficient warnings some time ago.

Goblin race?

They are nothing more than a group of inferior people obsessed with toys.

Orcs?

It is an insult to doubt that a group of wild beasts that cannot even use magic could pose a threat to a monarch.

Aside from these races active in the World Wars, Azriel's search yielded no results.

Now, she believes she has found the answer, an answer that has been overlooked for a long time.

The Machine Race existed even earlier than the Winged Race. Because of the Machine Race's characteristics, Azriel subconsciously viewed them as outsiders in this world war.

Indeed, for tens of millions of years since the birth of the Skywing species, apart from the occasional foolish individual who provokes the Machine species, they have been like an existence outside the world, completely unknown.

More than a decade ago, after the Machina destroyed one of the three kings of the Dragonkin, the Yan Dragon, Azriel once again sensed the Machina's elven reaction, and it was an extremely unusual elven reaction originating from outside the planet.

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In the vast, boundless void, Azriel, the plenipotentiary representative of the Skywing race, floated on the outer edge of the planet with her arms crossed. Two snow-white wings spread at her waist as she coldly stared at the huge ring formed by the Mech race: "Meow~ I thought it was some insect making some trouble again, but it turns out it's you meows, scrap metal."

The enormous ring shimmered with blue light, and a projection appeared, which then materialized into a metallic figure draped in a gray-black robe. The figure was over ten meters tall, with its face hidden inside the hood, and only its chin and feet were visible.

This body was a clone of Hall created by the Machine Race, controlled by Hall's consciousness. It calmly said, "The Skywing Race is acting as Azriel's agent. What business do you have with us?"

"And who are you? Scrap metal doesn't talk like that, meow."

"You may call me a prophet."

Azriel chuckled as if she had heard a funny joke: "Prophet? What an arrogant name, trying to challenge the realm of the gods, meow?"

Only gods can foresee the future, but as far as Azriel knows, the being who claims to be a prophet is not any god.

In the past, Azriel would have preferred to unleash a Sky Strike to completely eliminate her opponent rather than engage in dialogue.

However, it's different when the opponent is a Machine Race. The Sky Wing Race has attacked Machine Race before, which is why the Machine Race completely copied Sky Strike's ability.

Hall slowly raised his right hand, pointed at Azriel, and said calmly, "Please convey this message to your monarch."

"What!" Azriel's heart sank, shocked. If there hadn't been anything special about this action or these words, she would have just laughed it off in the past.

She suddenly realized from Hall's action that the being before her was very likely the challenger the monarch had spoken of.

"Soon, the weakest will challenge the strongest."

Azriel's expression suddenly darkened, her eyes turning icy and filled with intense hostility: "So that's how it is. The challengers the monarch mentioned are you, meow?"

Oh?

Hall wasn't particularly surprised. It was only natural for the God of War, Artes, to possess precognitive abilities, especially in a high-magic world.

Even so, the God of War, Artesius, would wait patiently, even knowing that the other party had prepared enough power to kill him, even knowing what kind of schemes and tricks the other party was planning.

There's no reason not to wait for the strongest; conspiracies and schemes, all sorts of strange phenomena, are meaningless in the face of the strongest.

This is the unchanging truth that has governed this planet for billions of years.

"hehe."

Azriel chuckled, her laughter gradually turning manic, revealing only a chilling killing intent within: "Then, I won't let you play any tricks, meow! You mere scrap metal dare to challenge the gods in the heavens? Let me verify whether your arrogance stems from confidence in your strength or from ignorant foolishness!"

Behind Azriel, jet-black wings billowed, flickering like chaotic fire.

"Those who dare to challenge our monarch will be punished by our strongest warriors, the vanguard of the God of War!"

More and more Skywing creatures appeared beside her.

Dozens? Hundreds?

YUKI's calm voice rang in Hall's ears: "The total number of Skywing species is 206. Combat power level analysis: Godslayer level."

"Azriel, what happened? They're actually planning to attack the scrap metal?" A winged girl flew to Azriel's side and asked with interest. From her expression, it was clear that she had been looking forward to this war for a long time.

As the servants of the god of war, their nature is to crave war and destruction.

“Things have changed, little Jeep. This time, I'll have to be serious.” Azriel affectionately patted Jeep’s hair.

Jibril glanced at Hall's massive steel body in the distance and muttered excitedly, "Of course, it's the best possible outcome! The opponent is a Machine Race, and this is one of the few opportunities to hunt down a Machine Race's head."

Chapter 251 Excalibur

The ground, a forest city inhabited by forest spirits.

The magnificent and elegant hall, built on a platform of a giant tree, is surrounded by green vines, with multiple magic circles floating in the center. Every forest elf standing here has a solemn expression.

Sink Nielbarn, the plenipotentiary agent of the forest elves, frowned as he watched the changes in the magic circle before him.

Just now, the scouting spell sensed a strong elven reaction coming from the sky.

"Altitude cannot be determined; it's outside the planetary orbit!"

"The spirit's energy has been confirmed; it's a Skywing!"

"And the quantity?"

"There are at least two hundred!"

All the forest elves' expressions changed drastically. Having fought against the Skywing race before, they understood even more how terrifying the Skywing race was.

One of them can destroy a forest city. Two hundred of them together could wipe out the forest spirits and almost sweep the world. What are they planning to fight?

Is it a divine species?

Only a divine species would warrant such a large-scale attack from the Skywing species.

However, if the Skywing race wanted to attack the God race, the Forest Elf race couldn't possibly be completely unaware of it.

Sink Nielbarn bit his lower lip and asked, "Who is the other side? Can we confirm that now?"

"The other side's spirit fluctuations are relatively weak, and it will take about five minutes to confirm."

"ASAP!"

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Inside the mechanical sphere floating in mid-air, a space about the size of a basketball court was filled with goblins. They looked similar to humans, but were much shorter.

A silent image was projected at the center of the goblin races, showing a confrontation between Hall's Kai race clone and the Skywing race.

The goblins present were talking amongst themselves, as noisy and disorderly as a marketplace.

"Will the Mechs and the Winged Ones go to war?"

"What are they saying? There shouldn't be any air on the outer edge of the planet, so how are they communicating?"

"Are you stupid? Of course, you should use the elf."

"Can you detect the Pokémon's reaction to the message?"

"Impossible, the distance is too far."

"If I approach rashly, I'm likely to be discovered, and I don't want to make enemies of any of them."

"Send this important intelligence back to the underground city."

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"The opponent is a machine-type cat. A protracted battle is disadvantageous to us. Any ability that cannot destroy them in one go will be copied. The only way to win is to annihilate them in one fell swoop, cat."

"Everyone, get ready!"

Azriel gave the order.

206 Skywing beings unfurled their jet-black wings, energy surging, and the blue halo above their heads magnified a hundredfold, absorbing the power of the spirits from the planet's source, the Spirit Corridor.

Dark energy surged from the halos around the heads of all the Skywing species, converging into a stream of purplish-black light.

The planet's atmosphere was pulled in, whipping up terrifying hurricanes. Even space or time seemed unable to withstand this enormous energy flow, emitting a sound like crushing gravel.

The combined full power of 206 Skywing beings unleashed a [Sky Strike] that, if it were to land on the ground, would easily shatter a continent.

On the other side, Hall, whose entire body was covered by a robe, listened to Yuki's report and calmly ordered: "Read script number 513546572."

"Autonomous attack spell construction".

"Code Name: Armed"

【Excalibur】。

"start up."

A giant, floating ring stood above Hall's head, its structure unfolding and splitting into countless parts.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle~

Lightning flashed, and a singularity was generated at the center of the circular component, tearing space apart.

Throughout history, the Machine Race has passively copied the abilities or magic of its attackers, never possessing any offensive capabilities of its own.

【Excalibur】is the first weapon of the Machine type jointly developed by Hall and YUKI. Before the creation of 【Skynet】, it was a conceptual existence, similar to 【Void Zero Protection】 and 【Marrow Burst】.

This world has directionality, and the power of prayer can change that direction. So-called deities are simply beings brought to life by the direction of prayer.

Hall was all too familiar with such powers, and if you had to explain why, it was because Hall was a magician, a magician from the Type-Moon world.

The power of prayer has been almost completely overused in the Type-Moon universe.

It was named Excalibur because it uses a similar principle.

Fixed with the essence as a carrier, it is equivalent to a firearm.

Activated by directing a wish, it's like a bullet.

Unleash the power that humanity calls the heart.

Hall's massive mechanical body slowly spread its hands, calmly proclaiming: "Our great undertaking, our will, this is the meaning of our birth! Humanity will be reborn! Praise be to humanity!"

The sound resounded through the heavens, carried by the power of the elves to the planet's atmosphere, traversing several continents to ensure that all races on the planet knew the message.