The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 598 The Method to End the Great War

"Can your power traverse this planet?"

This is a question that Rick asked a year ago in the old city of the Forest Elf.

The gods fought for the throne of the One God—more precisely, for the Star Grail.

The divine species are born from expectations, prayers, and the attainment of divine essence.

However, too many have been created. The Star Cup is a conceptual device created by the divine races to limit the god—that is, the being capable of performing magic that creates the level of race—to one person.

However, it is impossible for the Divine Race to create a device that can control the power of all the Divine Races, because that would mean using a power of '10' to create a power of '11' or more.

The so-called One God is the one who controls all power, including divine beings.

Assuming there are 10 deities, even if they all combine their power, they would only have the strength of 10 people. However, the Star Grail creates power that can completely control the power of 10. Basically, it's impossible to do this if you don't have enough power.

So just do it this way.

If there are 10 gods, then by killing 9 of them, one can become the only god.

That's right.

To summarize the reasons for this great war, here's the gist of it.

By destroying the essence of other divine beings and absorbing the power generated during the destruction, one can amplify their own power—gaining enough power to make the Star Grail manifest.

It is exactly the same as Pandora's Reincarnation Technique in "Godkiller"—which rewards the person who defeats the god with the power of the defeated god and a body capable of fighting against the god.

however--

After all, as long as a divine species receives a prayer, a corresponding number will be born. Even if the main divine species are wiped out, if a new divine species is born and surpasses itself, that would be a problem.

Therefore, the throne of the one God.

If the Star Cup is used to govern, then the One God will be born.

This is the truth behind this incredibly boring war.

However, even without that method, the stars can still be revealed.

The divine race was born from this planet; the Elf Corridor, the origin of all things, and the currents of all phenomena all originated from this planet. Moreover, the essence of the divine race, one of the created beings, was created through the Elf Corridor.

Logically speaking, the power of the planet itself (its origin) should be greater than that of the planet's entire population of gods.

Therefore, as long as the core of this planet is penetrated, the source current of the Elf Corridor will release power that surpasses the power of all the divine species, at which point the Star Grail will appear.

That's why Rick asked that question.

"Can your power traverse this planet?"

But, unfortunately.

Zun Zun was unable to completely penetrate this planet.

Even the strongest powers do not possess such abilities—in fact, even the God of War, Arthus, was not capable of doing so, otherwise he would not have launched this great war.

So, where does the power to traverse the planet come from?
the answer is--

Marrow Explosion, Void Zero Protection, and Divine Strike, and of course, the power of the Venerable One when necessary.

Their goal is to plunge all factions into full-blown conflict!

A great man once said, "If someone uses weapons beyond our capabilities against us, we will not hesitate to launch a full-scale counterattack." Therefore, any slight opportunity could ignite a war.

Mutual guarantee of destruction.

Once one side makes a move, it will create a stalemate that results in the destruction of both sides. Such a balance can only be achieved by not making a move.

However, their goal is the Star Cup—they, who are constantly killing each other, will definitely go to war soon.

It could even be the largest battle of its kind in this great war, which means—a decisive battle.

On the stage where the final battle is being prepared, there are even traffic controls in place.

Using a device that bends the direction of force, all the force is directed downwards, piercing through the planet with their own power, destroying the Elven Corridor, and thus revealing the Elven Corridor.

This is the full picture of the plan.

After quantifying everything and calculating, according to Hughie, the number of traffic controls needed to gather power is 32.

"Then I'll go."

"...What nonsense are you talking about? This is nothing like you."

Rick said this with an expression that said, as if he were looking at an idiot.

Traffic control isn't something that can be done arbitrarily. In order to accurately place the 32 devices, Shubi, as a Machine, needs to make precise calculations. Therefore, this task can only be entrusted to her.

"Besides, you still need to lure the goblin seed, so you don't have time to waste. Or are you planning to have me lure the goblin seed?"

"Shubi... also thinks... that combat strength shouldn't be divided..."

"Tsk."

Zun Zun couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Everyone has a heavy workload.

Even ordinary humans have to cover their bodies in spirit corpses, eat the flesh of the dead, or be infected by vampires to do induced missions that could lead to death if they are not careful.

Despite the healing potions that helped them recover, the suffering they endured was no less. In fact, the potions made their plans even more insane, as if they were trying to push everyone's potential to its limits, and they roamed all over the continent.

And this result—

The war, which was originally expected to last at least two and a half years, was shortened to just six months. In addition, other races must have noticed this anomaly as well. After all, being frequently deployed makes it clear to anyone that their actions are like those of puppets on strings.

But it was too late.

When Zun Zun connected to Rick's heart lock and inserted a key into the keyhole, and when Shubi turned the key and stepped on the accelerator, the train called "The Great Battle Train of the Human Race" was already started.

Everything they're doing right now is to create the track ahead, and any goblins, forest elves, or winged creatures—whatever monsters or demons they may be—that get in their way will be smashed to pieces. Even he will be no exception.

But there shouldn't be any worries, since the decisive battle has been brought forward by two years, their luck shouldn't be that bad...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Alright, there shouldn't be any problems with the goblin seed." Zun Zun stretched and said, "Of course we'd be flustered if our own [Marrow Explosion] was stolen. Even though we tried to act like it didn't matter, we still couldn't save face."

But what's most terrifying is that even though their weapons were stolen, they still managed to create another [Marrow Explosion] as a backup.

However, this also raises another issue.

They must guard this weapon, which they consider their trump card, carefully, otherwise, if they lose it at such a crucial moment, they will soon be devoured by the other two factions—even the allied Forest Elves will not let go of such a good opportunity.

Indeed, with the goblins in disarray and the forest elves preoccupied with their own problems, only the ever-watchful Skywing race remained...

Shubi's task is to place 32 access control points, but considering the power of the divine strike from the Skywing God Altshu, at least 16 are needed.

The location where it is placed is naturally the territory controlled by the Skywing race, the gathering place of the most powerful forces in the world today, which can be said to be the place of the decisive battle.

A bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and this feeling grew stronger and stronger.

Sudden.

The faint sound drifted into my ears on the wind.

"...Your Excellency...Your Excellency! Save me...Please...Rick...I don't...I don't want to...die!"

The girl's almost pleading voice reached his ears, but Zun Zun didn't even think before disappearing from the spot in the next instant.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I never imagined that such a day would come, that I, as a machine, would be required to remain calm.

For the Mech race, attacking is a taboo.

The point is to portray a machine, a fighter—

"Question: What business does the Skywing Clan have with the Machine Clan?"

Having not used her speech patterns for a long time, Hughie forced herself to speak, albeit in a dramatic manner.

However, Jibril, a special individual of the Skywing race, said nonchalantly, "Because the head of the Machine Armor race is now on par with the Dragon Spirit race in terms of rarity. After all, after defeating the Yan Dragon, it is forbidden to attack the Machine Armor race, so its rarity has been rising continuously. It is now at the Platinum level!"

"Warning. If this is deemed a legitimate claim, this unit will take appropriate countermeasures if it attempts to oppose this unit."

Hughie made threats.

Jibril, however, smiled and replied, "Relying solely on the Analyzer... is that so?"

The machine gunner, who was being targeted, felt a jolt of fear.

The Skywing on the other side continued speaking to itself, "I've already confirmed that there's no reaction from the Machine Race within a radius of 100 kilometers. So why would a Machine Race that operates in units of linked bodies appear alone? It's really quite interesting."

This is the worst-case scenario.

It was discovered by the race that was most unconventional of all races, and even by the strongest individual among them who was even more unconventional. Shubi could only admit that probability was useless.

"I should have listened to Zun Zun."

"...Did you say something?"

Jibril asked with elegance, while Shubi maintained the poker face befitting a Machine Race member. She knew perfectly well that anything contrary to Machine Race characteristics would pique their interest, leading to relentless hunting and capture—absolutely not!
But even so—

"Then, I'm going to cut off your head. Please don't move, since resisting is pointless, and it'll save us both some trouble. Anyway, Mechs don't really understand the concept of death—"

"I reject!"

"...What? Did I hear that right?"

Finished!

Upon hearing the word, Hugh reflexively spoke, fully aware that she had made the worst possible assumption.

"I don't want to die... I can't die... If you still insist on killing me—"

"Okay, go ahead, it's up to you. But the outcome won't change."

Having successfully piqued her interest, Jibril unleashed a deadly aura.

It was virtually impossible for a single machine-type to defeat a winged type; it was an astronomically low probability. Even if a miracle occurred and it was successfully defeated, that outcome would violate the rules set by Rick.

Victory was achieved through a swift and decisive battle, and there was only one condition for victory—

That's escape!

However, no matter what she did, she couldn't escape, or even harm Jibril. And in such a desperate situation—

"...Your Excellency...Your Excellency! Save me...Please...Rick...I don't...I don't want to...die!"

She remembered the promise she had made and eagerly awaited a response from the other party.

No, that's not right!

You shouldn't come any closer!

The opponent is a special individual of the Skywing race; even a Venerable One might not be able to defeat them, so—

"Okay, let's change players."

However, before the inner conflict could even begin, their rescue companions had already arrived.

"To be honest, I'm really furious right now."

Zun Zun's eyes were glowing red.

(End of this chapter)