Chapter 470
"But they don't know the value of the Insect Race, so they're not ready to make a decision."
"Then we must eliminate their right to choose. Based on this tacit understanding, I'm certain that the Divine Race have already intervened. The Divine Race haven't, no, they don't have the power to stop the Angel Alliance right now, but they are definitely near this battlefield."
Yuki decisively, without even using the word 'guess,' his gaze sweeping across the battlefield once more.
"The best way to deal with fence-sitters is to tear down the wall. Once the entire Insect Race surrenders, and I kill the Divine Race, I don't believe they'll have any other options."
"Even if it's just to sever ties, we'll fight to the death to eliminate the other side. Remember, the Angel Alliance simply doesn't want to expend its strength here, not that it can't annihilate both races at the same time."
On one side are the Divine Race, on the other are the Angel Alliance; one side seeks to maintain the status quo, while the other aims to advance to the next stage.
Both the elves and the Dwarves were in a dilemma, calculating the gains and losses these days. Yuki's method was simple and brutal: to physically cut off their choice.
Colluding with the Divine Race would naturally make them enemies of the Angel Alliance. Who would dare take the blame for that? With their army pressing in, the only option is to use their blood as a pledge of allegiance. If they want to continue to sit on the fence, fine, but the last spot can be given to the Insect Race. We can concentrate all our forces to annihilate both races at the same time.
To put it bluntly, no matter how heavy the losses of the Angel Alliance are, the beneficiaries are all the Divine Race. What does that have to do with the two sides that perish?
"But that's on the condition that the Divine Race are present, and that we find Him." Ikaros searched the sky, but the energy particles were too active to find any trace.
"Don't rush, the elimination of the Sirens and the Undead is proceeding simultaneously." Yuki floated into the air, guessing that the other side had some special hiding methods, but these active energy particles were also the best protection for the two of them.
The massive warships the Roar energy, making it difficult to notice the two players.
"Suppress energy fluctuations, enter stealth mode, and search inch by inch."
One hour, two hours, half a day, a day.
Time passed, but the battlefield remained largely unchanged. The relentless attacks continued, but only a handful of warships were destroyed.
Both sides seemed to maintain a tacit understanding, recklessly altering the terrain, gradually forming a basin full of ravines and gullies, and then maneuvering at supersonic speeds.
The battle was fierce but yielded few results. Both sides focused their attention more on areas outside the battlefield, with scattered scouts bringing back various pieces of information.
The Angels and the Machine Race have impure motives and have no intention of joining the battle, but that's understandable. The war between the Angel Alliance and the Sirens has already begun, and humans are currently clearing out the undead. It's normal to wait until the forces are gathered before making any plans.
There was also bad news: the Insect Race had finally appeared. Led by their assistants, this swarm of ants was heading towards the inner ring, seemingly wanting to join the battle and gain trust.
But this is just a hidden danger. Neither the Dwarves nor the elves believe that the Angel Alliance would choose this group of weak ants. If they could spare the effort, they would definitely wipe out the Insect Race first, leaving the Angel Alliance with no other choice.
With two fierce tigers watching from the sidelines, neither dared to split their forces. They continued their seemingly intense Elven Queen, each with their own Dwarves.
The Divine Race will not stand idly by. As time goes by, their power will grow stronger, and once they have the power to intervene, they will no longer need to fight amongst themselves; they can wait for the right person to offer them a bargain.
We'll join whoever offers the best terms; after all, the number of players assigned to us is almost at its limit, and the two races can soon sign a truce pact.
They weren't in a hurry. In this chaotic world, having guns meant having choices. If it weren't for the fear of the Angel Alliance taking direct action, the two races would have already made peace.
The surging energy particles formed tides, plunging the entire battlefield into a colorful mist. This seemingly beautiful mist was filled with destructive power, with occasional beams of light flashing by and blasting deep craters into the ground.
'Anyone with a physique below the Transcendental Grade level wouldn't survive five seconds in this environment. Now I finally understand what caused the gray-red sky.'
Yuki held his breath. These energy particles felt like tiny blades when he inhaled. This was a radiation zone strong enough to cause the detector to overheat, a zone where even monster-level players couldn't survive for long.
He dared not use energy conversion, as the air was filled with countless detectors. Fortunately, as an epic-level player, his control over energy had reached its peak, which was itself a stealth skill.
Soul Mimicry allowed Yuki to almost merge into the energy tide, and Ikaros was nowhere to be seen around him, as the latter was also using the 'Mirage' system and was also moving stealthily.
The two spent the entire day wandering around the Incandescence battlefield. Because the Elves and Dwarves were only firing from a distance and not sending troops into close combat, how could the detectors possibly find them?
The responses of the two races confirmed Yuki's suspicions.
"They can't find them, but they're definitely there. They've detected the Insect Race' movements, yet they remain as still as a rock. It seems the Divine Race's power will increase over time, and they're waiting for the Divine Race to gain the ability to directly intervene."
Yuki deduced more from a single hypothesis, and that's the only explanation.
Only when a force emerges that can rival the Angel Alliance can the elves and Dwarves seize the initiative; neither wants to become a mere tool.
Yuki could roughly guess what the two spokespeople wanted to do. It was only natural; he would have made the same choice if he were in their shoes. But the premise was 'standing on equal footing.' The Destiny of a race cannot be based on empty promises.
"From the formation of the alliance to now, only eight days have passed. How much power has the Divine Race actually deployed?"
Yuki even started calculating the speed, but he wasn't panicking. Since the Divine Race hadn't jumped out yet, they must not be strong enough. Fighting on the ground was better than going to their territory.
Wait, projection?
He realized that this was the most likely way for the Divine Race to participate. According to 'Void's' investigation, they had not directly participated in the Great Game for countless years.
This comes at a price; otherwise, why would they stand idly by and watch their servants be destroyed? Why not send down Oracle?
It certainly couldn't be done easily; He wouldn't have intervened so readily unless this Great Game showed signs of ending.
"Stay in stealth and follow me."
Yuki succinctly explained: this chaotic energy particle field covers tens of thousands of square kilometers, interfering with any detection skills; for example, Devil's Vision would appear as a jumbled mess. But if it were projection—
He concealed his presence, climbing amidst countless stray bullets, surpassing the altitude of both fleets, and ascending to tens of thousands of meters in the air.
The sky seemed almost endless. Yuki had tried, and many other races had tried, but in a physical sense, flying to the moon was a waste of effort. This place seemed to be a wondrous space, with the sky rising endlessly.
Yuki never intended to fly across the sky; he simply passed through the energy cloud that might not dissipate for hundreds of years, standing side by side with Ikaros at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Colorful clouds lay beneath their feet, and fireballs carrying destructive power exploded one after another, making the shattered earth appear tiny, and even the giant warships became faintly visible.
Ikaros was puzzled, but as the man pointed with his right hand, the red electronic eye slightly contracted.
Under the full spectrum of energy detection, she saw a thin line connecting the clouds and the sky. Looking further up, the line transcended the sky and went straight to the shattered moon.
A crimson moon.
"As you expected, the chaotic battle made it impossible for anyone to make a decision."
Dimitri hid in a spatial rift, quietly observing the battlefield. Annihilation is what all races fear most. Even though the Angel Alliance held an absolute advantage, because they knew about the Divine Race but did not understand Divine Race, they dared not pay too high a price before starting the final stage.
They were waiting, waiting for the Dwarves and elves to succumb to the pressure and decide the victor. But the latter weren't fools; without the previous contact, things would have already gone according to plan.
But now that they know they have another option, why not delay? Either way, they can get a good price.
"Servants are always inferior, but I'm showing you something more than just that." Marcus swirled his glass, his tone appreciative. "The losers perish, their corpses clog the passage, and we see them through the fog above the Crimson Moon. Do you remember the last time you witnessed that?"
"Three thousand years ago, I remember it was the descendants of the Machine God Lineage who chose self-exile. Using the holes they dug, we could clearly see the earth. I remember there were 117 races back then."
Dimitri immediately replied that there was one thing Yuki had guessed wrong: the Second Cataclysm shattered the moon, causing many lineages of Divine Race to perish, cutting off transportation, and obscuring vision.
The Agent War ended, and each race, no longer receiving Oracle, began to participate in the game according to their own will. It was at that time that the entire Great Game spiraled out of control.
As the energy particles accumulated, the high-flying Divine Race could see the battle situation on the ground more and more obscured. It wasn't that they couldn't 'descend', but it was a one-way trip, and the Divine Race, having suffered heavy losses, didn't have that many scouts to waste.
They came this time only because the formation of the Angel Alliance had triggered an alarm. As the race closest to the Divine Torch, they could sense that this game was nearing its end.
"These races have gone out of control, evolving immense power in endless battles, and they can now threaten us." Dimitri was as hard as steel; this was the true meaning of His observation.
The Elves and Dwarves were both playing mind games, and the battle was quite intense. As an observer, He saw hundreds of destructive fission bombs being fired as if they were free. The last time He saw this thing was three thousand years ago. It was a secret weapon of the Dwarves, and one of them changed the course of the battle, pulling them back from the brink of annihilation.
"That's right, it's out of control, so I never intended to unite the Dwarves and Elves. They are neither worthy nor can I allow two military Alliance to stand in opposition and evolve into an even more terrifying force."
Marcus inherited the title of 'God of War'; no one could unleash as much potential through endless battles as he did.
"I understand, you want to use them to weaken the Angel Alliance."
"Yes, the lineage is dwindling, and I don't want to suffer another great loss. This is the perfect opportunity to let the Divine Torch manifest." Marcus took a sip of his crimson wine, his gaze both rational and frenzied. "The Divine Torch can only be held by races like ours that possess divine blood. I want to reset the rules and let the Great Game begin anew. After all these years, even the most spectacular plays have become tiresome."
With a clear objective and straightforward thinking, the Elves were completely outmaneuvered; Dimitri's mission never included 'saving'.
His role was simply to offer hope, uniting the Dwarves and elves to fight against the Angel Alliance, and then combining that power with the projected strength to create a bloody and brutal battle against the Angel Alliance.
These two races must be eliminated. If that's not enough, He can even help eliminate the Sirens and Insect Race. When fewer than five races remain, the Path to Heaven will open.
Having suffered heavy losses, how can the Angel Alliance possibly seize the Divine Torch?
Dimitri lowered his head, marveling at this chain-like concept, and offering a hymn to the 'God of War' who unified all lineages and slaughtered his own kind in rivers of blood.
"Then, I just need some time."
Unseen golden rays came from the moon's surface, splitting into several beams overhead. Some phantoms were solidifying, and dozens of Divine Race were slowly passing through the barrier and descending upon the earth.
Without wasting a moment, He didn't even have time to carefully study the circumstances surrounding the formation of the Angel Alliance or what those strange assistants meant.
It will take me at most five days, at least three days, before I can lead my compatriots to take action. We'll start by targeting the servants of the Machine God, just like attracting moths to a campfire, and then burn them together with the Angel Alliance.
As an absolutely rational being, each subsequent plan unfolded in his mind in turn, the mission to make the Divine Race great again, making his heart Incandescence, and then falling into an ice cellar in an instant.
"What... are you laughing at?"
A detached, soft voice came from behind. Dimitri turned around somewhat blankly and saw a man with black hair and red eyes standing behind him.
Impossible; the divine realm cannot be observed.
My first thought was disbelief, but the facts were undeniable. The other person reached out and created a ripple in the air, which, with a crisp 'snap,' crossed the barrier of space.
The Night Furnace wasn't activated, but its ability to dismantle space broke down the barrier, allowing the black-haired youth and pink-haired girl to slip inside.
"Is this the divine realm mentioned in the air intelligence? They actually created a subspace. No wonder I couldn't find you even after digging three feet into the ground." Yuki around and saw dozens of phantoms, some of them looking sideways, others looking bewildered.
A kind of reality projection that digitizes the physical body and energy, 'writing' it out of thin air—what a sophisticated technique.
Yuki a sigh of relief; if it weren't for a sudden flash of inspiration, he really wouldn't have been able to find these people.
"The most dangerous place is the safest place. Once the projection is complete, we can directly participate in the battle. The so-called Divine Race have no honor whatsoever; it's truly disappointing."
Dimitri's eye twitched slightly; those words made His divine heart stop for a moment.
Bad news: he knows about the Divine Race.
The worst news was that he knew the Divine Race very well and had even guessed the entire plan correctly.
How to do it?
There was no need to think about it, because the superheavy particle beam had already blasted down through the hole.
Swish--
Ikaros started with her ultimate move, which refracted upon hitting the man, creating a shield of countless hexagonal crystals that rejected all attacks.
Immortal Lineage. Crystal Prism.
Boom!
A massive burst of energy erupted within the subspace, causing countless cracks to appear in the surrounding air. Yuki watched as He leaped out of the subspace, observing the light crystal deform and spew out pure white energy.
Storm Blade.
The Epic Metamorphosis had already begun; the swords and spears, transformed into thunder, slashed down fiercely, like a pillar in the middle of a torrent, splitting the chaotic energy flow to both sides.
Epic-level power; in terms of attack and defense, it's roughly equivalent to Epic Tier II.
The 'Tactical Psionic Glasses' assessed the numerical values. As the Eternal Night spread, Yuki did not retaliate, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.
Those phantoms also began to move; to be precise, some of them were phantoms, those Divine Race that could already be sensed. Theoretically, they should be subordinates of this shimmering crystal, but in reality, their abilities were diverse and completely opposite.
Some emitted golden light and charged forward for hand-to-hand combat, while others emitted black mist that devoured the Eternal Night, and some split into hundreds on the spot.
Genealogy, family, wait, the Divine Race are all different?
Yuki suddenly had an inspiration. The information about Sora was a prerequisite. To get closer to the Truth, he always believed in trying it himself.
"These phantoms aren't strong. You can kill them. Record all their energy spectra and skills, and then you can compare them with Kong." Yuki such a professional task as 'recording' to the Machine Intelligence, and suddenly merged into the Eternal Night.
"Leave that guy to me."
Dimitri had already left the warp, making the battlefield exceptionally quiet. This was to be expected; the Elves and Dwarves weren't fools, and the energy aftershocks of an epic battle couldn't be concealed.
What to do? How to make amends?
His mind was a bit confused. The plan was perfect, except for the possibility of being caught in advance, because that was impossible.
Aside from the title 'Divine Race,' he knew almost nothing about the races on Earth, and even his contact with the Elves wasted a lot of time proving his identity.
'They are our facilitators, so how did they know we existed? And how did they find me?'
His mind was in turmoil, but Yuki wouldn't give him a chance to think. The thunder dragon suddenly burst out of the night and crashed directly into him.
Boom!
A golden Thunderstorm exploded within the 'clouds,' engulfing several elves who had come to investigate. Cracks appeared in the crystal, and Dimitri plummeted to the earth due to the force of the storm.
Don't think about anything now, just run.
The Immortal Lineage: The Armor of Sighs.
The crystal transformed once more, becoming a translucent, beautiful crystal armor, as if crafted from gemstones. The next moment, Yuki suddenly appeared from the Eternal Night, grasping the thrown sword and spear, and like the most skilled assassin, delivered a fierce slash from the side and behind.
Clang!
The spark flashed and disappeared in an instant, but the force that returned made Yuki's hand go numb.