That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"Set the first coordinate of the [Descent] plan to the homeland of the Forest Elves, the entrance to the secret realm. Execute it immediately once the Forest Elves' fleet is observed in Zion City."

"clear."

Having finalized his action plan, Hall glanced at Yuki's calm, pretty face. No matter what, he couldn't treat her as a prop. He reached out and ruffled her hair. "Well done, Yuki. From now on, you can call me by my name just like everyone else."

"Hall?" Yuki tilted her cute little face and asked in confusion.

"Good, that's it."

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A sea of ​​forests, with hundreds of flower boats lined up in the sky and moving forward. Wherever they go, the earth is covered with lush greenery, whether it is barren land or lakes.

Sink Nielbaren sat on a flower-patterned chair, gazing at the projected model in front of him, and asked, "How much longer until we reach the city inhabited by those monkeys and the iron block?"

The forest elf beside her replied respectfully, "At the current speed, it is estimated that it will take another nineteen hours to reach our destination."

"Can't it go any faster?"

Mori Sei hesitated and said, "This is the limit of the domain expansion speed."

"Hmph, whatever. I just can't wait to see the expressions on those pieces of iron and the monkeys' faces. The filthy and vile things are appearing in heaps, with groundhogs in front and monkeys behind. That bunch of scrap metal is no threat at all in the face of Mother's power."

Sink Nielbaren stared at the strategic map before him and muttered to himself, “We must conquer the continent of Lucia. This will block the entrances and exits of those moles. Don’t think that hiding the cities underground will make us helpless against you.”

Sink Nielbaren's lips curled into a cruel smile. Once they reached the entrance to the goblin capital, they could cast [Void Zero Blessing] inside, eroding the earth. The rioting elves would melt everything, and then lava comparable to a lake would flood the goblin capital.

Just imagining that scene filled Sink Nielbarn with an unparalleled sense of pleasure.

Before that, we need to clear away all the obstacles in our way in one go.

A city built jointly by humans and machine races.

With the protection of my mother's power, there is nothing left to fear.

Chapter 259 One Hour

In the desolate desert, Rick and his companions sat resting around a campfire inside a cave, a spiraling longsword embedded in the flames.

Outside, a fierce wind howled, carrying a pale green light. The black ash left by the dead elves mercilessly claimed all life in this region.

Humanity's first expedition team has been reduced from seventeen members to six.

Despite Rick's careful command of his squad to avoid higher races and powerful monsters, the long journey had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

beep.

Rick tapped the watch on his wrist, operated it for a moment, and then shook his head: "No, there's too much black ash outside. We can't transmit supplies and tools through the Skynet system."

Beside him, the machine-type Shiroi was asleep, leaning on Rick's shoulder. The crystal tip of its tail, which extended from its waist, shimmered and glowed, connecting with the Elf Corridor to draw power.

Rick glanced at his remaining companions and figured out their personalities.

The armored knight is taciturn, has a variety of fighting styles, and can even burst into flames when cornered. Most importantly, he is immortal, and countless difficulties have been overcome with his help.

There was also a strange man with a missing arm, dressed in orc-style clothing. He didn't talk much, but his words were concise and to the point. He always silently carried out orders. Although he wasn't immortal, his body's regenerative abilities were extraordinary.

Then there's the white-haired old swordsman who calls himself a demon hunter. He can use all sorts of strange magic, and although he's not the strongest, he's very experienced.

The Witcher gazed at the storm outside, seemingly troubled by something, and murmured, "Just like the arrival of the Wild Hunt."

"Wild Hunt?"

"Don't worry about it, it's not a matter for this world." The Witcher didn't want to say more.

A few hours later, the storm stopped, and the sky was clear and beautiful as if it had been washed. The group set off again and began their journey home.

The group traversed a maze of canyons, like a giant beast scratching across the earth with its claws; the terrain was clearly a remnant of war.

Rick was heavy-hearted, praying that this world war that was destroying the planet would end.

"Finally found you, little bugs." A silvery laugh suddenly rang out.

Hugh's expression changed drastically. She turned to look at the source of the voice, and the changing light in her pupils revealed her excitement.

Rick was the same; the moment he saw the person who had arrived, his face turned ashen.

A beautiful young girl sat high on a rock in the canyon. She wore very little clothing, but the tattoos on her snow-white skin, the halo around her head, and the two flawless white wings around her waist were enough to prove her identity.

The most powerful and most evil race in the world—the Skywing race.

Jibril looked at Rick and his group with a half-smile.

Hughie spoke first: "Warning, your actions will make you an enemy of us."

“So what?” Jibril said with interest, standing up and looking down at Rick. “There are no Connectors nearby. I have been observing you for a long time. If it weren’t for the monarch’s order not to obstruct your actions, I would have killed you long ago. Now I desire the head of the Machine Race more than ever.”

The ruler of the Skywing race? There is no one but the God of War, Artes.

Rick's mind raced, but he remained outwardly calm and asked, "So, are you planning to disobey your monarch's orders?"

"Are you scared?" Jibril chuckled, her eyes icy. "This doesn't count as disobeying the monarch's orders, because you've already completed that thing, so you have no reason to exist anymore."

With all the outposts set up, Rick and his group are now unable to affect their plans.

Rick took a deep breath and softened his tone: "Can you let us go? As you can see, we are just following orders and are insignificant personnel."

“It seems so.” Jibril feigned thought, then smiled. “But no, I’ve been looking forward to this day.”

Damn warmonger!

Rick's heart sank. He knew that this battle was unavoidable and would likely be the most dangerous one the expedition team had ever faced.

“Execution script number DF456768432157657”.

Shubi's body flashed with blue light, and a light blade extended from her right arm. She stared at Jibril and warned, "Final warning. Leave now, or it will be considered an attack. Do everything you can to eliminate it."

Jibril looked down at Rick and his group, her snow-white wings turning black, her smile gradually becoming sinister and morbid: "Run away, struggle, wail, and die in despair, you little bugs. Let me enjoy this hunt to the fullest."

"I've been waiting for this for a long time. Consider it a gift to that guy. I'll get bored if you guys die too quickly."

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Meanwhile, the forest elves' massive fleet of flower boats arrived directly above the center of the Lucia continent.

"Report: We have reached the designated location, but the target could not be located."

Sink Nielbaren scoffed, "Just some minor tactics to obscure intelligence. Use [Eternal Sun] to disperse the nearby elves, and have the first squad simultaneously bombard the area directly in front!"

"understand!"

Upon receiving the order, a massive magic circle unfolded above the forest elf flower boat fleet, generating a fireball with a radius of tens of meters, which was then dropped directly onto the ground. At the same time, the flower boats in front deployed layers of magic circles, gathering the power of the elves and shooting out beams of light.

When the two attacks struck an empty space, space suddenly distorted, swallowing both attacks simultaneously.

Huh?

On the deck of the flower boat ahead, Sink Nielbarn, who witnessed this scene, frowned: "The Skywing race's [Sky Shift]!? Did those dim-witted birdmen expose this strategic capability to the Machine race?"

Before the goblin race could wait long, hundreds of spatial gates opened in the sky, and one after another, machine-type warships flew out. If the goblin race's technology was full of steampunk style, the machine-type race had completely entered the realm of science fiction.

At the forefront, Hall stood on the platform of the futuristic warship, with YUKI by his side. Her body had returned to its original mechanical state to ensure Hall's safety to the greatest extent possible.

The chilling voice of Sink Nielbaren, the agent of the entire Forest Elf race, resounded through both fleets: "Now, you incompletely evolved monkeys and iron blocks, listen carefully. This is your final warning. You have one hour to evacuate this city, or I will burn you and this city to ashes."

They took the same action as the Mechs, but the Mechs usually gave the Forest Elves a day to complete their evacuation.

An hour? What can you do in an hour? It sounds more like feigned pity.

YUKI nodded to Hall.

This hour was exactly what Hall wanted. Why? Because if you can win without losing a single soldier, there's no need for unnecessary sacrifices.

The [Descent] plan begins. The forest elves and their minions are no match for Hall; the forest god Kainas, the creator of the forest elves, is Hall's ultimate target.

Hall stroked his chin thoughtfully. However, the Forest Elves' declaration must have a deeper meaning. Perhaps it was a signal that they did not want to start a full-scale war with the Machine Race, forcing someone to come out and negotiate with them.

This is roughly the style of human ranged squads.

Chapter 260 Who's in favor, who's opposed? (Two chapters combined, please subscribe)

"With the power of a mother, if I were to use the [Void Zero Blessing] here, I should be able to disintegrate this bunch of scrap metal along with the monkeys... no, even the entire continent of Lucia."

"A rare opportunity."

Sink Nielbaren sat upright on his throne, his legs crossed, revealing the slender and graceful figure of the forest elf. His beautiful face wore a cruel smile that seemed incongruous with his appearance.

Although the power of the machine race is great, they, like humans, do not have the favor of the gods.

Although the power of the Forest Elves cannot compare to that of the Machine Elves, the Forest Elves' mother, the Forest Goddess Kainas, is one of the most powerful deities in the world.

With the essence of the forest god, the flower boat is connected to the elven corridor, and one can obtain almost endless power as long as one is in the forest.

The narrow-minded forest elves gave humans an hour to retreat, not out of any pity for them.

The Forest Elves practice slavery, and any race conquered by them becomes their slave. However, even the Forest Elves' definition of "slave" does not include humans.

Humans are as worthless as ants on the ground in the eyes of the Forest Elves. If they hadn't allied with the Machine Elves, the Forest Elves probably wouldn't have given humans a second glance. Accidentally destroying the human race would be like accidentally stepping on an ant.

Within an hour, humans would need the assistance of the Mechs to retreat, which would indirectly weaken the Mechs' direct combat capabilities.

Of course, this is not the most important reason.

Sink Nielbaren's deep purple eyes were filled with coldness, and his smile was full of ruthless killing intent as he muttered to himself: "The impression that the forest elves like to fuss is ultimately a rumor spread by the Nielbaren family."

"How dare you treat me like that before, that agent of both the machine race and the human race."

"The humiliation I have suffered will be repaid tenfold here."

Sink Nielbaren just wanted to humiliate Hall.

The Mori-seed has already conveyed the request for negotiation to the Kai-seed.

Without keeping Sink Nielbarn waiting any longer, the portal opened, and two figures, one tall and one short, stepped out.

Sink Nielbaren showed no intention of standing up, remaining seated on the flower-covered chair and looking down at the two of them: "It's been almost a year since we last met, the plenipotentiary representative of the machine race and the human race... huh?"

what happened?

Sink Nielbaren was taken aback. Were these the same two people she had seen last time? Although they hadn't changed much in appearance, she clearly remembered that the tall man was a Machina and the short woman was an un-evolved monkey.

Now it's completely the opposite.

What trick are they planning to pull this time?