That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

The space torn by the ring was filled with golden light, which gathered and shone with a brightness no less than that of 206 Skywing beings releasing their Sky Strike.

The instant she sensed this power, Azriel screamed, "The power of a god!?"

Over the years, the Skywing race has challenged the gods more than once, with both successes and failures. Most recently, 200 Skywing race members were dispatched to attack a powerful god, only to be completely wiped out. They are all too familiar with the power of divine essence.

Azriel sensed some kind of divine power from the tunnel opened up by the machine guns!

We must not allow the other side to unleash this power!

By the time this principle was understood, it was already too late.

The Sky Strike unleashed by 206 Skywing beings shattered space, like the spear of the God of War tearing apart the rules of the world, determined to drive the enemy out of the world.

In the direction the Sky Strike pointed, an even stronger stream of light surged and converged infinitely. The power of the prayers of millions of people passed through the portal, representing the soldiers' yearning for victory after their deaths on the battlefield.

The concept of "victory" is activated in a small amount, not enough to awaken the deity named Victory, but it can still borrow the power of the concept.

The collision of two world-destroying forces unleashed a light like that of a supernova explosion, blinding everyone.

The Heavenly Strike, which had torn the world apart, encountered an indestructible entity for the first time and could not advance an inch.

"Impossible! How could scrap metal possess the power of a god, meow!" For the first time, Azriel doubted her own strength.

In that instant, the planet and its earth were filled with dazzling white light, whether it was day or night, and the remnants of the spirits that shrouded the atmosphere were dispersed by the power of the light.

The clouds surged and churned, like blown-away mist, gathering on the other side of the planet.

In a world engulfed by light, Azriel's thoughts were like a dazzling white expanse that filled her vision.

"What exactly is this power? It doesn't belong to any existing god, but it is undoubtedly the power of a powerful god!"

"Why!?"

"We are clearly the strongest wings!"

"How could mere scrap metal possibly win!"

"Scrap metal!"

"Scrap metal!"

"An existence as insignificant as ants!"

No matter how much Azriel roared in her heart, or how unwilling she was, she could not change the facts.

"Even the Sky Strike unleashed by 206 Skywings couldn't negate it!"

It was too late for the Skywing Clan to retreat. Sky Strike was their most powerful attack, and unleashing it required mobilizing all the power within their bodies.

At the last moment, Azriel looked at Jibril, her beloved younger sister, who had been struggling to support her.

Only her! Even if only she survives, that's enough!

Azriel stopped channeling power into Sky Strike, draining all the elven energy within her to unleash another Sky Strike.

The target is space; the goal is to penetrate space to achieve the effect of teleportation.

"Live."

Before the words could even register, Giphill was teleported away.

Without the support of Azriel and Jibril, the combined power of the 204 Skystrike warriors could no longer withstand the golden radiance.

205 Skywing creatures, including Azriel, were struck head-on by the golden beam of light, their bodies instantly incinerated.

Chapter 252 Shock

The desolate wilderness stretches to the horizon, with endless green grass. Occasionally, one can see lakes of varying sizes as one passes by, all remnants of ancient battles.

buzz~

An unusual gale swept across the grassland, blowing away all the black ash and revealing a bright, clear sky. The wind blew and the clouds surged, and the azure sky was like a pure sapphire, without a single flaw.

Rick looked up, gazing intently at the sky. He had only ever seen such a pure sky in human books. And then there was that shining sun. The sunlight washed away the gloom in his heart, and for some reason, he wanted to cry out loud.

This is what the world originally looked like, but it has become a temporary spectacle. Just how far will the war destroy this planet?

Behind Rick, a group of strangely dressed "humans" moved silently forward.

Rick also heard the thunderous declaration from the sky, and he knew that Hall's plan had begun.

"For the sake of his legacy!"

Rick pulled down his hood, a smile playing on his lips, and continued walking.

His wish has been fulfilled.

This message will likely be heard by other settlements on the continent of Lucia, and humanity will no longer have to live in a world ravaged by war.

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"The Skywing species' sprite reactions... have all disappeared!"

Upon confirming this information, the highest council of the Forest Elves fell into a heavy, deathly silence, as if no one dared to believe it.

The Skywing Species, the god-slaying elite created by the God of War, numbered over 200 but were so easily wiped out.

It was precisely because they were aware of the terrifying power of the Skywing species that they understood even more the difficulty of eliminating 200 Skywing species.

Even the Forest Elf's secret trump card, [Void Zero Blessing], cannot compare to it.

This led to even greater doubts.

That declaration.

"Humans?"

What is humanity?

Sink Nielbaren bit his jade finger, pondering the name of this race he had never heard of before. With such great power, it was impossible that he had never heard of them before.

And why would the machine race obey this race that appeared out of nowhere?

However, Sink Nielbaren did know a definite piece of information.

That is where humanity resides.

As for why, Sink Nielbaren had personally witnessed the arrival of the Machine Race.

With this thought in mind, Sink Nielbaren suddenly stood up and left the meeting room.

"Lord Nirbalian, where are you going?" the forest elf behind him asked.

Sink Nielbaren said sternly, "Prepare the teleportation spell immediately. I need to go to the continent of Lucia myself. I can't let those lowly goblins beat me to it."

Since the race called humans possesses such great power, bringing them into the fold as allies would surely be a powerful asset, and perhaps then we could wipe out those foolish goblin races in one fell swoop.

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"The analysis of the attack that annihilated the Skywing species has been completed."

"It is speculated that they have entered the realm of the gods."

"But judging from the elf's reaction, it does not belong to any of the gods that currently exist."

"It has some similarities to the [Marrow Burst] technique, so it can be confirmed that it is a more advanced technology."

"The most important thing now is to figure out what race [humanity] actually is!"

"Report: We have found information about humans."

At the goblin sky fortress, airship commanders gathered around a tactical table where goblin records about humans were projected.

All the data of the goblin race is stored in the goblin city located tens of thousands of meters underground. When needed, it can be transmitted to all airships at any time. In short, it is similar to a computer.

The tactical table displayed a meager amount of data, mostly records saved by the goblins during their raids on humans.

Once, the goblin race swept through human villages, using their spirit armor to wipe out more than 200 humans in one fell swoop. To the goblin race, this behavior was no different from driving away wild beasts, so they only preserved the bare minimum of information.

During the war, no one had the time or inclination to study the ecology of ants.

"The lowest race, humans."

"Their bodies have no organs connected to the Elven Corridor, they have no magical adaptability, they are not a creature created by the gods, but evolved from wild beasts."

"Possesses low-level intelligence."

"It has neither the power to control elves nor the powerful physique of orcs."

After reading the information, the goblins fell silent, finding it unbelievable to everyone.

"Why can such a race pilot the Machine Gundam?"

"No, how did this race manage to survive before this?!"

"Isn't that just a monkey?"

The cynical and sarcastic voices continued. The Mechs were the kind of creatures that the goblins dreamed of, and they couldn't understand why the Mechs were willing to help the monkeys but not cooperate with them.

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In outer space, after the light fades and everything returns to calm, everything seems so small in the face of the vast universe.

"Confirmed that the reactions of all 206 Skywing Sprites have disappeared."

"Analysis of [Sky Shift] complete."

"The spatial coordinates of the Skywing species that escaped from the battlefield have been locked."

"Should we activate the concept weapon codenamed 'Rod of God' to pursue them?"

The Skynet system was shut down, and YUKI calmly reported the results of the battle.

"Need not."

Hall recognized the identity of the Skywing who was teleported away. Jibril, the last extra individual born from the Skywing, was one of the eighteen Wings.

She was originally an individual created by the God of War based on the concept of overcoming oneself, and was highly valued. It would be fine to eliminate her during a war, but now that the entire Skywing race has been wiped out, leaving only her as a prodigal dog, Hall is really not sure if the God of War will intervene if they are to exterminate her.

The conditions haven't been met yet; it's not time to challenge the God of War, this world-class boss.

Moreover, the objective has been achieved, officially announcing the existence of humankind to the world.

"YUKI, dispel the concealment spell on Zion City, project beams of light into the sky as landmarks, use the [Skynet] system to search for the remaining human tribes on the continent of Lucia, and dispatch combat units to be ready to provide support at any time."

More humans mean more genetic material can be provided, allowing for the creation of more high-quality artificial humans.