That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

A bright red ray slanted across the sky from the distant earth, precisely hitting the upper half of the goblin-infested cylindrical steel city.

The light appeared extremely thin compared to the massive mechanical fortress, like a finger or a toothpick.

The goblin species' pride and joy, their special alloy armor, capable of withstanding the dragon species' [Collapse Roar], was pierced in less than 0.00001 seconds.

The highly concentrated heat melted the steel into molten iron, and because of this high concentration of heat, the red beam did not even cause an explosion when it hit the goblin's steel fortress city.

The next second, a beam of red light shot up into the sky, slicing through the dark clouds.

Boom! Boom!

The upper part of the cylindrical steel fortress was split in two, while the lower part detached and plunged into the sea of ​​lava, creating a giant wave of lava tens of meters high that submerged one side of the Lucia continent.

“Mission failed.” In the sky, YUKI’s brow twitched slightly.

The purpose of [Collapse Roar] was initially to force the goblin race to fight back, so that the Kai could analyze the elf's reaction to find the core of this mechanical fortress, namely the location of the Divine Furnace.

The attack aimed at the Divine Fire Furnace was dodged.

Yuki led the mech unit to watch from afar. Many of the mech soldiers had subtle changes in their expressions. Their eyes could see the goblins falling into the lava through the clean cuts, and they could see the despair on their faces.

The machine race possessed a heart, and the most prominent characteristic of possessing a heart is compassion.

Yuki calmly ordered: "All aircraft retreat."

Although the goblin mechanical fortress was not completely destroyed, the forging god Okan could not simply watch his followers be wiped out. The war that followed had nothing to do with the machine race; it was a battle between gods.

As expected, fiery fluid erupted from the half-destroyed goblin mechanical fortress, coalescing into a humanoid shape, roaring and proclaiming: "Come, you vile insects, let's have a fair and square battle with Okan, the god of forging!"

Beams of light descended from the sky one after another, and after each beam disappeared, a divine being possessed by a human was revealed.

Okan, the god of forging, is not yet powerful enough to overwhelm numbers.

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The towering giant crashed into the lava, its body blown away bit by bit by the energy storm. Specks of light coalesced around the human body, which seemed insignificant in this energy storm that swept across the heavens and earth.

His divine essence had been stripped away, and there was no longer any divine seed residing in his body. Only a trace of power remained to protect his body.

That was the final gift from the Titans, the gods.

But this doesn't mean he's saved. Regardless of his physical condition, as a human, his soul merges with the power of prayer and uses the power of the divine essence. When the divine essence disappears, his soul will also dissipate.

The vessel of the Titan, an ordinary human male, stood quietly in the sea of ​​lava, gazing towards Zion City with a gentle and tender look in his eyes. He smiled with satisfaction as he saw the city standing unscathed amidst the energy storm.

"Everything... is for the sake of leaving a legacy."

The man smiled and murmured to himself. As his last bit of strength vanished, his body was annihilated and disappeared in the energy storm.

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Half an hour later, Yuki reported to Hall that Okan, the creator god of the goblins and the god of forging, had been destroyed, along with six other god-like beings who had possessed humans.

Each of them had to resort to self-destructive attacks to barely drag the god of forging, Okan, into hell.

As for the goblins, Hall did not exterminate them. The ruins of the goblin cities fell to the continent of Lucia, and how many of them survived depended on their fate.

Add another red cross to the world map, and there will be only one blank space left—the continent of Alera.

The continent inhabited by the Skywing race, the territory of the God of War, Artes.

Hall toyed with the chess piece symbolizing the god of war, Arthas, and his consciousness connected with YUKI.

"The final moment has finally arrived."

"YUKI, announce that the entire army will prepare for a month, summon the remaining divine species from all over the world, and at the same time open the virtual reality world to enhance the power of prayer."

"Open the second city."

“Allowing non-human races to join or seek asylum.”

"Recover the Human Expeditionary Team".

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A series of commands were issued, both current and pre-prepared, and carried out in an orderly manner.

Of course, there are only a few factors that actually influence the outcome of a match.

Machine species and divine species.

The Machine Race possesses the power to fight the Skywing Race, but would inevitably suffer heavy losses, therefore it is not within Hall's plans.

The divine race is the main force in this war, and also the target that must be sacrificed.

Chapter 269 The Spark

Above the continent of Lucia, thousands of enormous mechanical arks sailed back and forth, their starting point being the temporary cities built by the machine races, and their destination being the habitats of various races on this planet.

The purpose of this mission is not to wage war, but to preserve the flame of civilization. Therefore, the plan is named the "Ark" project and has been underway for a month.

Of course, the intelligent races invited to board the Ark also have the right to refuse. In the eyes of many intelligent races, this move by humans is not well-intentioned. After all, humans have swiftly invaded the entire world. In their eyes, humans are an inferior race that clings to the coattails of the Mechs and is extremely aggressive.

Hall wasn't so kind as to force them onto the ship, enduring much criticism, but simply to preserve the spark of their civilization.

The main force fighting against the Winged Race and the God of War Altshu was the God Race, while the Machine Race stayed behind to protect the safety of humanity.

It's not that we're afraid of enemies attacking human cities.

The battle between gods is beyond the imagination of mortals; it is capable of destroying the world. The worst outcome calculated by the Machine Race is that the entire planet will be affected.

As for Hall, those who have seen the animated film can more or less guess the outcome. He predicted that the ecosystem on the planet's surface would suffer a devastating blow, which is why he only took a little over a month to carry out the "Ark" project to preserve the spark of civilization.

If the challenge fails, humanity will flee the planet, sail into the stars, and return to fight the God of War after hundreds or thousands of years when they develop planet-destroying weapons.

Then came the image: God of War, times have changed.

"Hey, what's going on in your head?" The black-haired little girl yawned as she lay on the sofa, asking in a meaningful tone.

The creator of the machine race, the suspicious god Fanlou.

Before her stood Hall, engrossed in perusing a book of forest elf magic, who remained unmoved as he replied, "What do you mean?"

"You clearly know that you have no chance of winning at all."

"Is that right?"

"You're using the wrong method; continuing will be pointless."

Hall smiled, closed the magic book in his hand, and looked at her seriously, saying, "If you lose, I'll trouble you to lead the Mechs to escape this planet."

With current machine technology, interstellar travel is a piece of cake.

"Thinking about a way out is the behavior of a weak person," Fanlou mocked.

"Humans are inherently weak."

"That guy can cry, you know."

Hall said indifferently, "It's clearly a machine."

Fanlou's eyes widened, and she exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "What a terrible guy! He gave Yuki his heart but still uses her as a tool."

"There's nothing I can do. Humans are weak, and I'm one of the weakest among humans."

Fanlou looked doubtful: "Really?"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here now. I like Happyend, but in the current situation, to achieve Happyend, you can't have a heart."

Fanlou muttered and shook his head: "You are the first strange person I cannot see through."

Hall gazed out the window at the scenery. The noise had been going on since it started, and the city of Zion had transformed from a quiet and empty place into a bustling metropolis.

"almost."

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A small ship departed from Zion, carrying only Hall, Sink Nielbaren, and the remaining 76 spirit beings possessing humans.

Sink Nielbaren stared in terror at the "human" whose body was completely shrouded in a black robe.

She finally understood why the divine beings obeyed human commands.

Born from human prayers, these divine beings possess humans, and their existence is inextricably linked to that of humanity.

Humans are the foundation of their existence. As long as humans exist, they can revitalize their essence no matter how many times they die.

"Why did you come along too?" Hall asked the elven maid beside him, speechless.

Sink Nielbaren was still dressed in her classic English maid outfit, exuding elegance and poise even just by standing there. Turning her beautiful face away, she snorted, "Nothing, just wanted to see the 'greatness' of humanity."

Hall heard the biting sarcasm in her words and said mockingly, "If you lose, you'll be buried with me."

"Have some self-awareness. In my eyes, humans are just monkeys now. Unless you can defeat the Skywing race, if you lose, it will prove that the Forest Elves' decision to submit to you humans was wrong, and I will have no choice but to atone with my death."

"They're all the same, aren't they?"

Sink Nielbaren asked, "There are so many divine beings here, but you still seem to lack confidence. Is the creator of the Skywing race such a powerful being in your eyes?"

Do you know how long this war lasted?

"The earliest record of the Mori Sei species is 130 million years ago."

Hall's expression was solemn as he said softly, "I don't know exactly how many billions of years the war surrounding the Star Cup has lasted, but the only war that has continued for countless years is that of the God of War, Artesius, who has never lost. He simply sits on the throne of the strongest and waits for a challenger to appear."

“If he were really as powerful as you say, he would have obtained the Star Cup long ago,” Sink Nielbaren said dismissively.

"You think he can't get the Star Cup?"

"..."

"That's just because he doesn't want to take it. A guy who feeds on war, blood, and malice will always be the strongest as long as the war continues endlessly. That's the meaning of the God of War's existence. In terms of the outcome, whether or not he gets the Star Cup will not have much of an impact on the God of War, Altshu."

After a pause, Hall sighed softly: "Our enemy is not the Skywing race, nor the God of War, but the fighting spirit and malice that have been condensed from this war that has lasted for hundreds of millions of years."

"How do you know? Even if it's the same as what you said, it doesn't necessarily mean it will be that powerful."

Sink Nielbaren was tough on the outside, but her hands and feet were cold on the inside. As a member of God's kin, and the most intelligent one at that, she naturally understood what Hall meant.

The strength of the forest god Kainas, the creator of the forest elves, is also related to the number of their kin and the forest coverage of the planet.

The flying ships manufactured by the machine-type were extremely fast, and in less than an hour they had crossed the continental distance, arriving at the center of the continent of Alera from the continent of Lucia.

Here, darkness reigns, with endless dark clouds stretching to the ends of the earth. No matter how far one travels, the horizon remains unseen. Hundreds of purplish-black lightning bolts strike down from the clouds, sweeping across the land. Countless cycles repeat, rendering all living beings meaningless.

At the center of the post-apocalyptic world floats a giant cube, like an aerial fortress constructed from billions of blocks.