Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

But the vengeful humans remained unmoved, silently casting spells and working with the dead to relentlessly slaughter the orcs, leaving no survivors.

After they left, all that remained on the ground were twisted remains that looked like fangs tearing, claws ripping, or even swallowed by the earth and rock.

Humanity, which had suffered so much pain, now returned everything equally to the alien race that had inflicted such harm.

The same wails echoed from all directions, and similar scenes unfolded simultaneously in many corners of the settlement: humanity's silent revenge, relocation, and search, followed by another attack on the living alien race.

Under the divine power, whenever a beastman who has killed humans is killed, the humans' physical strength and magical abilities are temporarily and greatly enhanced. As the revenge progresses, their power continues to increase.

Even though powerful orcs escaped the illusions and spells, they could not touch the flames surrounding the settlement, and were ultimately killed by the vengeful spirits amidst intense resentment and despair.

A similar scene unfolded in the territory of the vampires. These species, which survive by sucking the souls from the blood, were in a worse state than the dragons when surrounded by the flames of vengeance. Their counterattack was less than half as strong as that of the orcs, and most of them were burned to ashes.

After an unknown amount of time, the battle between the two settlements gradually came to an end. The flames of revenge gradually died down, leaving behind charred remains and wailing humans.

After achieving a revenge they had never imagined before, the survivors could no longer suppress their emotions and burst into wild laughter. But after the laughter subsided, an endless sorrow welled up, bringing tears to their eyes once more.

Although their enemies have been killed, their deceased loved ones can never return. Even the vengeful spirits that are fighting alongside them will eventually leave and return to the Elven Corridor itself.

Emptiness and sorrow spread, making the cries on the battlefield grow louder. The dead, whose bodies were made of flames and bones, appeared and reached out their hands to touch the back of their companions.

Although they could not speak, their comfort and solace reached the hearts of the living, encouraging them to emerge from the shadows and continue living.

After a long time, the survivors' emotions gradually stabilized, but their hearts became extremely empty. They didn't know what to do next, so they gathered together blindly without any communication, like walking corpses embarking on their return journey to Eden.

"... "

Inside the Garden of Eden, Mara sat on His throne, fully aware of the emptiness that humanity felt now, having completed its revenge for the primary blood feud.

He kept a close eye on the situation there, taking in the state of humanity, and after a moment's thought, he came to a conclusion.

Humanity's current emptiness is inextricably linked to itself; all problems stem from the vengeful authority of the god Mara, which is present in his very essence.

All of humanity's power originates from this and is closely related to revenge, so naturally they don't know what else they can do besides revenge.

The emptiness they felt was not only due to their own reasons, but also to a deeper reason: Mara.

Only after Mara leaves will they gradually recover and rediscover the meaning of their existence.

As long as Mara exists, they will continue to develop towards weapons of vengeance until there is no turning back, and the living become indistinguishable from the dead.

This is assuming Mara possesses a higher level of self-control and a more detailed understanding of himself; if the vengeful gods were purely native divine beings, they would have been like that from the beginning.

A moment later, Mara sensed the changes that humanity had brought upon Him after He had completed His revenge. His power had increased slightly, and a powerful elven force emanated, forming a huge vortex above the Garden of Eden.

The astonishing fluctuation sent chills down Drag's spine as he squatted like a statue by the door, stiffening his head as he looked up.

The thick, dark clouds in the sky swirled like an underwater whirlpool, sweeping up clouds from tens of thousands of kilometers away, with black and gray raging and storms swirling around.

Even from the distant stars, you can see the enormous wind tunnels lying across the planet's surface, slowly rotating.

The astonishing turn of events froze Dragg, his eyes widening in surprise and uncertainty as he turned to look behind him.

A completely new idea arose in his mind: was this Your Majesty really just as powerful as Zhonglong, as Lord Conglong had predicted?

Drago had seen the strongest dragon kings before. Although the Dragon King was powerful, even when he fought the God of War, he did not give him such a terrifying feeling.

"... "

This eerie and powerful aura dissipated, the dense vortex in the sky gradually dissipated, the storm subsided, and the black ash returned to the devastated earth as blizzard.

In the empty hall, Mara felt a calling and turned his gaze in that direction, taking in everything that was happening there.

Under His watchful gaze, the winged creature named Jibril moved at high speed through the devastated battlefield, pursuing Riku and Shubi, who showed no signs of separation even when facing a powerful enemy.

Mara merely watched without any urgency. The transformation He gave to Rick was not simple; rather, He bestowed upon him a portion of the power He had brought, which allowed him to survive his miserable childhood.

His potential is enough to turn the tide of the battle.

...

Humming a tune that was out of tune, Jibril chased after the two like a cat playing with a mouse, not in a hurry to kill them. Even the dragon spirits and gods in the distance could not disturb her mood at this moment.

In the past, Jibril would have quickly killed the two men before joining the distant confrontation, and then teamed up with her sisters to try and take the Dragon King's head.

But at this moment, she was drawn to the interracial couple before her. In this world where everyone was a racist, interracial couples like the one before her were even rarer than dragon kings of the dragon race.

Which priority is better is self-evident, and besides... Jibril suddenly felt that the man and woman in front of her, who were being relentlessly chased and were clearly seriously injured, were still connected in spirit. Their heartache and pity for each other's injuries, and their repeated acts of giving each other the hope of survival, were simply wonderful!

The human named Rick showed pity and anger when he saw the injured machine.

The sight of Riku's eyes filled with tears and his voice trembling with sobs when he saw him injured really tickled Jibril's sweet spot.

"As expected, it's still too rare for a human to fall in love with a different race, and for a piece of scrap metal to develop feelings and love flesh and blood!" Jibril's smile became increasingly perverse, her face flushed, her legs slightly clenched, her eyes unusually glazed, while her scythe slashed down mercilessly.

"I'm almost starting to not want to kill you all anymore~"

She even thought that if she could steal a spell from the forest spirits that could freeze time in living beings, she could lock away their clear memories.

When bored, it seems like a good idea to let them out for a chase from time to time and enjoy their love-struck expressions.

Then we can rent them out to other girls at a high price, so they can also appreciate those expressions!

Thinking of this, Jibril's expression became increasingly distorted, like that of a typical pervert, and she even let out an ambiguous hum.

Compared to Jibril's composure, Shubi and Rick were not in such good shape. Even with their perfect coordination in resisting, the two, who were of one mind, could only barely survive under Jibril's cat-and-mouse-like attacks, constantly teetering on the edge of life and death.

Faced with such a critical situation, after a brief hesitation, Shubi finally gritted her teeth and asked the Machine Connector for help, requesting their assistance to overcome the crisis on the grounds of discovering her emotions.

Hughie firmly believed that everything would get better once the machine's support arrived.

The mere thought of sharing emotions with other individuals filled her with an instinctive aversion, but the tense situation left her with no choice but to do so in order to help herself and Rick find a glimmer of hope.

"Individual identification number Uc207Pr4f57t9, fully connected command entity, requesting reconnection, emotion analysis completed."

"Requesting synchronization, reconnecting."

But almost instantly, a cold response rang out from a hidden space on another continent.

Your machine has been permanently scrapped, and its data has been determined to contain significant error signals.

Application rejected

Following procedure, the machine gun command decisively rejected Hugh's request to synchronize with the entire machine gun fleet.

From the perspective of the cold, hard computer, the data of the discarded machines contains errors, and maintaining the link would cause irreversible damage to all machines.

The cold rejection filled Shubi with despair. The pursuers were relentless, and the scythe of death, accompanied by giggles, came close, almost touching her body.

Rick, his blood-stained vision clearly capturing the scene, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to deflect the attack using the Forest Elf's defensive buff.

The blade touched the barrier, splashing out dazzling energy colors, but as Jibril's ambiguous laughter subsided, the barrier exploded in an instant, and the splashed energy destroyed the last weapon on Shubi's body.

The immense impact sent her flying, but Rick quickly caught her and they resumed their desperate escape.

During this time, Rick continued to think, unleashing various spells like a demon to launch a counterattack against the Skywing race.

"Hmph... Not bad at all, but it would take hundreds of years of arduous practice to harm me~"

Jibril adopted an admiring expression and exaggeratedly added, "I almost forgot, your lifespan is only a few decades. Although you are very talented, it's a pity that you can't grow to a level where you can be presented on stage."

She sighed, though the sickle in her hand never stopped, and the regret in her tone was exceptionally genuine; it was clear that she truly felt sorry about it.

But as regrettable as it may be, it doesn't change the fact that Rick is currently her prey.

She stretched lazily, quickened her pace, and appeared in front of Rick in an instant. Her sickly smile looked particularly eerie to Rick.

Rick's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively raised his hand. In the nick of time, he mobilized the warm, scorching energy in his body, unconsciously outlining the shape of a spell, which surprised Jibril.

"what?"

The next second, the flickering energy transformed into raging flames, weaving into human-shaped outlines, and the cold skeletons of the dead, constructed from the flames, appeared.

The weapons forged in flames stretched out in their hands, tearing through the atmosphere and reflecting before Jibril's eyes.

"This is...the power of that new god?"

Jibril was stunned for a moment. She had seen these things before when the Creator commanded her to help humanity evacuate, but she had never had the chance to hunt them.

At this moment, these spirits appeared before her eyes, making her even more delighted, almost to the point of ecstasy, so she temporarily shifted her attention from the two people to the spirits.

In her view, these fragile spirits wouldn't bother her for long. Once she cut off their heads, it wouldn't be a problem to chase after the two men.

On the other side, Rick, watching the battle in the distance, decisively turned and left, only beginning to think after running far away.

"Is this... the potential Mara was talking about?"

He clearly remembered that Mara had mentioned in several conversations with him that His transformation of him was different from that of others, that He not only possessed extremely high talent, but also harbored astonishing and enormous power, enough to change the world.

Only now did he realize that this might be a way to change the course of the battle.

Thinking of this, Rick hugged Shubi tightly in his arms, and while running, he quickly thought about how to unleash this power.

Meanwhile, in his arms, Shubi was also rapidly communicating with the command system, trying to get help from the machine gunners.

Although her armor was shattered, it was still possible to detect that the dead souls could not hold off the Skywing race for long; they could only escape with the help of the Machine race.

However, the repeated rejections from the command body made her feel the fear of losing Rick, and she lost control of her emotions, shouting out:

“Yuba Ein… no, you stubborn bastard!”

The urgent voice went unanswered, but the emotions in the words seemed chaotic and disordered to the machine races, not in line with the logic of the machine itself, which made them feel neither strange nor curious.

Hughie was completely unaware of this and continued to explain to the Commander that she did not consider her emotions to be chaotic junk code. They were precious memories that should have belonged only to her, but now she was forced to share these memories with all the machines, and they were regarded as illogical junk code.

This was something she could not accept no matter what, and her emotions were overflowing, expressing her resentment.

The battle in the distance came to an end. After tearing apart the dead souls, Jibril could only watch them revive again and again. Finally realizing that her attacks were ineffective, she frowned and decided to kill the living ones first before dealing with the dead.

At the same time, a female voice came to her ear, urging her to return to her combat group.

"Xiao Ji, stop playing and come back as soon as possible."

Jibril recognized Azriel's voice, but it lacked her usual silliness and instead was unusually cold. This made Jibril realize that this was an order she could not disobey, so she had no choice but to comply.

She spread her small wings and quickly approached the two, closing in on them in an instant. The scythe in her hand transformed into a surging black-purple energy, containing destructive power.

At the same time, Shubi also sensed a terrifying energy, her pupils flashed, and the corners of her mouth pursed slightly.

The next second, the command center responded.

[Your machine has indeed lost its logic.]

Hugh didn't respond at this moment, but simply held the other person tighter, but the command body's words continued.

[Contradictory and riddled with errors]

"... "