The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 605 Natural Enemies
For a three-way war to break out, the Skywing race must strike first. With the Goblin and Forest Elf races united, neither side will intervene. Therefore—

"Full combat form, Pseudo-Canon Sky Strike—Canon Open! Aiming, Correcting Deviation, Fixing—Don't kill me!"

"Understood."
The only option is for the Skywing race, disguised as a machine race, to do it.

At Einzshi's command, more than 1200 Sky Strike projectiles were launched simultaneously from the vicinity of the fantasy species, Abant Heim, in the sky, thus beginning a great battle that would determine the fate of the planet.

The sudden flash of light that burned the sky and the earth caused Azriel, the oldest leader of the Winged Race, to cry out in despair, completely bewildered by the situation.

"W-What?! Who just fired Sky Strike?!"

"I don't know! Abant Huymne hasn't responded at all!"

As she loudly questioned them, the Skywing race gathered in the Throne Hall were thrown into chaos. Some unleashed detection magic, some used spatial teleportation to fly into the air outside, and of course, some prepared defensive magic to counterattack.

at this time.

Azriel had no idea why, but she trusted her intuition completely—if none of the Skywing races used [Sky Strike], an ability only the Skywing races possessed, then there was only one race that could use it.

"—Machine Gun... Its special skill is mimicking scrap metal like a monkey...!"

She said this through gritted teeth.

Because her beloved younger sister Jibril was attacked because of the Machine Race...

That's right, she never considered that Jibril had taken the initiative to attack, nor did she consider that the final blow was delivered by the God of War, Altshu. She simply kept blaming others.

But none of this matters.

Think about it carefully, what effect will this action by the Machine Race have? It will be seen as the Skywing Race launching an attack first, causing a full-scale conflict—and the other two races will certainly unite to fight back.

"Ha! How dare you do such a disrespectful thing, you piece of junk...!"

Having grasped the situation, Azriel's face revealed a vicious smile, and she quickly issued a series of instructions.

"Raphael, lead the Nine-Winged Squad to shoot down every single goblin ship that might unleash [Marrow Explosion]; Salakir, take all ten through eighteen wings and, as quickly as possible, bestow the Forest Elf's Void Zero Blessing upon—"

"Hahahaha—!"

As the man's rough laughter rang out, all the Skywing race fell silent.

On the throne in the Jade Throne Hall, the God of War, draped in a robe-like wing, let out a thunderous laugh that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Hahaha! Is that so? You're the one who wanted to kill me. You've arrived unexpectedly early, hahaha!"

"Forgive me for speaking frankly, but a mere Mech could not possibly destroy my master..."

"Mech race? Which one are you talking about?"

A single sentence interrupted Azriel's thoughts. The God of War, Artesius, seemed to have known all along, or perhaps he was welcoming someone who had been waiting for a long time, as he looked into the distance.

"I see. To stand against me, the strongest, one must be the weakest... right, monkey?"

As he said this, he raised his right hand high.

That alone was enough to make Abant Heim tremble, and even space and time seemed to tremble. Small cries of sorrow emanated from the many Skywing beings present.

"Everyone, get ready—"

The phrase "cancel all of Azriel's instructions" has only one meaning: the strongest god will gather and unleash the [Sky Strike] of all the Skywing races, a strike that is unparalleled and will make all gods submit.

The true [God's Strike]!
People may think that the divine strike a while ago was the full power of the God of War, Altshu, but that is a very wrong conclusion! The God of War's strongest strike was the gathering and release of the energy of all the Winged Species.

"Excuse me, excuse my bluntness, but my master, the purpose of those toys must be that, right?"

Azriel offered this reminder.

During the battle with the Alliance, the Machines aimed to have Altshu fire the Divine Strike, using this opportunity to imitate and reproduce it.

However, the strongest god only gave such an arrogant reply.

"so what?"

Knowing this, we still do it.

Azriel was suddenly jolted awake. If the weak flaunt their cleverness, then what should the strong… as the strongest god, Artesius, do?

"All Winged Race! Prepare for Sky Strike! We entrust everything to Lord Artesius!"

Naturally, it's about showcasing the absolute strength of the powerful, so that everyone will submit to them!

In response to Azriel's words, the Skywings poured their power into their wings.

"Take pleasure in hatred, indulge in anger, and tolerate rebellion! Spoil their folly—that is the embodiment of the Master and the Skywing race he created—the one and only King. Offer your wings to the Master's decision and show them!"

Her voice echoed in the throne room, like an angel announcing the end of the world.

"To do as one pleases! To utterly crush is the mark of a true champion!"

Seeing the Skywings unleash their surging power, the God of War, Artesius, revealed a satisfied smile, and then declared in a calm yet earth-shattering voice.

"Mechanics, forest elves, goblins, and dragons... you fools who dare to call yourselves gods in front of me, you worthless minions."

None of this matters.

Regardless of their race, they are ultimately just insignificant minions.

Artesius is constantly gathering power in his hands that is enough to warp the world and destroy everything in the universe.

"I'm getting impatient, my 'nemesis'!"

When that enormous bow and arrow appeared, when that person exuded a peculiar aura, it was as if they were born with a premonition; a mixture of disgust and excitement awakened within their blood. It was the aura of a natural enemy, an existence capable of killing them, a…godslayer!
"If defeating the weak is the fate of the strong, then can my essence truly be called the strongest?" Power manifests, and the law is revealed.

The strongest is thus defined.

The right hand of the God of War, Artesius, held a power that no one in the world could control. He did not rise from his throne, his left hand still supporting his cheek, and a fierce smile appeared on his face.

"In any case, today I will understand the answer to that eternal question, won't I?"

Then, light descended.

The details of how the forest elves and goblins gathered together will be left aside for now. When Zun Zun and Einzshi saw the enormous light, they knew that their plan had succeeded.

What are the probabilities now?

"According to calculations... there is only a 3.1415926535897932384626...% success rate in stripping Artes's essence without killing anyone."

"Is this probability figure for real?"

"The calculations show no errors."

"No, I'm not saying it's a calculation error, but... well, in my world this number represents infinity."

"unlimited?"

"That's right, infinite possibilities."

Zun Zun's face was beaming with excitement, but the reason for his excitement puzzled Einzshi.

"Unknown. However, your emotions are very high. Considering that this is knowledge from another world, I request to connect with you... Correction, it should be to learn."

"Sure. I'll tell you about the other world when we get back."

"……grateful."

The machine races also pursue knowledge, after all, they were created to answer questions. And naturally, they wouldn't let go of knowledge from another world.

"But compared to these..."

"Answer: Now is even more important."

Einzshi opened his arms, and countless machine-type creatures slowly appeared behind him—they arrived at each other's home by mimicking the spatial movement of the Skywing race.

"All units, remove weapon usage restrictions!"

"Dian Kai...!"

At the same time, Zun Zun also used all his strength to resist the strongest attack of the God of War, Altshu, together with the Machine Race.

Just as the opponent can draw upon the power of the Skywing race, Zun Zun can also draw upon the power of the Machine race.

The mechanical army, seemingly capable of blotting out the sky, attacked Abant Heim. After the God Strike was launched, almost all the Skywing races lost their power, and some were even unable to move.

It was as if they had seized this opportunity... no, in fact, they had seized this moment to attack.

"Don't underestimate people...you piece of scrap metal!"

On their way forward, a Skywing being kneeling on the ground glared at the two. She looked like the Supreme Commander, Azriel, since the other Skywing beings were too weak to move, but she was still able to command them to launch an effective counterattack, but it was no use.

"Don't resist. I don't want to kill anyone if possible."

As Einzsch passed by her, he uttered this cold sentence.

This enraged Azriel, who shouted, "Are you kidding me?! You mean... you want me to just stand by and watch my master get killed, you piece of junk!"

Immediately afterwards, her aura distorted and twisted irregularly, reaching out towards the army of machine-type beings.

"Do you really think that the Skywing race only has Sky Strike as its attack method, and has no other moves?"

It is a spatial movement used for attacks.

Just as she was about to succeed, a crisp snap of fingers suddenly appeared in the space, and then her power dissipated—no, even the Elf Corridor could no longer sense it.

"The limitations of the Skywing species are surprisingly easy to counter."

A slightly sarcastic remark came from the side.

It wasn't a cold, mechanical voice, but a voice with tone and warmth.

When he took off his hood, Azriel's eyes widened naturally, and she felt a strange, intense sense of disgust, as if he were about to take away her most precious possession.

Then she witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Jibril... A Skywing species that looked exactly like Jibril appeared and completely suppressed her.

There was no time to react, and no idea why. Even when she called her name, she was unresponsive. All she could do was lie on the ground and glare angrily at the two people who were walking away.

“I’m pretty awful too.”

Zun Zun pretended to say this, but of course he knew what Jibril meant to Azriel, and he also understood that the other party was currently unable to resist.

But this is just an appetizer; the real enemy is yet to come.

Einzshi, who had just imitated the Heavenly Shift magic, arrived at the Throne Hall, raised his head to look at the God of War sitting high on the throne, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Have you ever played Animal Chess? Come on, let's start the game.

(End of this chapter)