One-way traffic

Jibril quickly manipulated space, instantly transporting herself to a height of several thousand meters in the sky, thus dodging the attack.

The impact was felt in an area with a radius of tens of kilometers the moment the other party landed.

In this situation, even self-preservation is difficult to achieve.

and so.

Without hesitation, she chose the strongest output.

--boom! !

Under Accelerator's watchful gaze, a stronger power began to gather around Jibril.

"Oh no...!!!"

Shubi, who was standing to the side, immediately noticed this.

"Jibriel... release that...!"

"What's that?"

Even Shupi couldn't help but tremble as she spoke when faced with Accelerator's question.

"The Skywing race's unique... strongest finishing move, 'Sky Strike'!"

Moreover, that was a "Sky Strike" released by the strongest individual.

Faced with such an attack, Accelerator also looked over.

"Sky Strike...?"

Then, something happened that Shubi couldn't understand.

This monster, with black wings shooting out from its back—it actually laughed…?

"Isn't that exactly what I wanted?"

Chapter 570 is just an extra service, damn it.

Squeak——!!

Electricity was surging from his limbs, inside his body, everywhere.

Hughie knew she had no hope left.

But...but.

'The heart that Rick gave me…'

Is there absolutely no way to pass it on?

Even if Shubi dies, it doesn't matter. At least... at least someone should remember the memories and feelings that Riku gave her!

[Your machine is truly incomprehensible; under normal circumstances, it should have been destroyed long ago.]

However, that did not happen, and Hughie knew this, but...

She's almost lost the strength to even say it.

Therefore, your machine is considered an important sample.

Bang! !

In that instant, her eyes widened in shock.

The connection that should have been severed in their minds—that belonged to the entire machine race—has returned.

That feeling of being reconnected to this huge network, a feeling I hadn't experienced for years.

[Your machine has been determined to meet the special criteria. Data synchronization begins.]

Thus, all of Shubi's content will be transmitted to that incredibly vast information network.

In the instant of synchronization with Shubi, opposite them was the vast network of the entire machine race.

They have all witnessed the current situation firsthand.

—Ahead, the enemy is Jibril, the strongest individual among the Machine Race.

The fact that a single analytical entity could survive a battle against the strongest Skywing species is simply too illogical.

then.

Right now, Jibril is preparing her move—

[..."Sky Strike".]

Even Einzshi and other individual machine types couldn't help but feel a tremendous sense of vigilance at this moment.

The strongest individual of the Skywing race, she is now about to unleash her most powerful killing move to deal with the One-Machine Analysis Entity.

Just how unimaginable must that be?

[...All data uploaded by your machine will take 251 seconds to be fully uploaded.]

[Shubi... already knows...]

[During this period, in order to survive the strongest attack of Jibril, the strongest individual of the Skywing race, "Sky Strike," üc207Pr4f57t9—unrestricted use of all the weaponry possessed by the Machine Race is permitted.]

Ah… this…

Thinking of this, Shubi actually smiled.

A smile that conveyed a sense of relief, yet also a profound sadness.

"It seems... there's no longer any need for that..."

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The end of the world is coming.

The sky and the earth were forcibly separated by a huge dividing line, and in the sky above, the destructive light was large enough to cover an area larger than an entire mountain.

That was Jibril's "Sky Strike".

The most common and ubiquitous Skywing race, at the cost of their strongest "Sky Strike" unleashed with all their might, can probably easily destroy an entire city.

So, how powerful is Jibril's absolute attack, which she unleashes without holding back, as the strongest among them?

call…

That is the ocean on the distant other side.

At that moment, the sea on the opposite shore began to boil, gradually turning into water vapor, while the ground dried up and vanished in an instant like dust.

The mainland itself is trembling.

The same applies to space; spacetime has been distorted on a large scale, there—

Long spears converged.

Jibril condensed the power extracted from the pure elves into a single point, and what she obtained was this spear.

It swayed and wobbled, as if the world itself was beyond its control.

That devastating blow landed head-on on the ground.

—A huge hole was ripped into the sky.

If this area was originally an ocean, then the ocean here would have been completely evaporated, leaving not a single drop of water.

Boundless, unparalleled, a blow that would make even the world cry out in despair.

This is Jibril's "Sky Strike".

Without mercy or hesitation, she unleashed a powerful attack, gathering all her strength to its maximum, a strike capable of engulfing everything below—

"—What, is it over already?"

The sound interrupted Jibril's thoughts.

In this world where everything should have turned to dust and all things should have been destroyed.

Bang! ! !

An unshakeable heavenly strike, such power—

Something pierced through it from the front, creating an even larger crater.

"Varied--?!"

If the previous situations were merely shocking, this time it's truly unbelievable.

What happened? Why was a huge hole punched in my "Sky Strike"?

Who did it? And why? This should be—completely impossible.

"ah…?"

Finally, Jibril saw it clearly.

A purplish-black vortex, a power that threatens to engulf even the heavens and the earth.

Directly below.

The wings, which were over 100 meters long, burst open.

He had no idea what it was, but it was indeed what blocked his "Sky Strike".

Not only that.

"how?"

"If this is all you've done, then it's far too little."

The demon's voice reached my ears.

Jibril's eyes widened, and she was truly trembling.

"How...how is this possible?!"

A human with white hair and red eyes stood there.

The ground around him was completely destroyed, with lava gushing out, as if the end of the world had come.

But—the machine behind him did not die.

That piece of scrap metal wasn't destroyed by its own "Sky Strike," and its "Sky Strike" didn't kill anyone at all.

Everything was blocked by those pure white wings.

The length remained unchanged, but for some unknown reason, the pair of jet-black wings, which were originally over a hundred meters long, completely transformed into a white that surpassed even the world's largest white.

Those blood-red eyes were still fixed on him.

"If killing people at will, relying on one's own strength, is a hobby."

Pure white wings fluttered instantly.

"So, using your own strength to save people as you please can be considered a hobby, right?"

Then, it really was just a moment.

Accelerator flapped his white wings and flew up to a height of five thousand meters in one breath.

It surpassed even the fastest speed of light, even the sky where Jibril was.

Compared to those white wings, Jibril, though she also had a pair of purplish-black wings, looked far too small now.

"Sky Strike" has been cracked.

I have absolutely no idea what method they used, nor do I know how they did it.

and.

—At an altitude of eight thousand meters, a figure shimmering with an extreme white light is falling at an even faster speed.

Not good.

"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad—this thought exploded in Jibril's mind like a madman."

"Sky Strike...!!"

There is a portion remaining.

Only about five percent of his own "Sky Strike" was damaged; at most, it would only create a crack in the sea.

If he were to unleash his full power with "Sky Strike" now, he could even evaporate the ocean itself in one go.