I, the Heir of Heroes

All members of the race with talents were temporarily recruited, and all available resources were allocated to the army without reservation.

Everything, everything indicates one thing——

That is war.

War is coming!

However, even with such rapid progress, the elves living in the capital still did not become the party that took the initiative to attack.

Because, the dark shadow covering the entire city has already explained the answer to it.

Things are going according to Xin Ke's plan.

And at this stalemate moment, black and ash continued to pile up, and on the desert that had turned into a glorious snowfield, stood a figure wearing a mask and a coat.

Looking up at the emerald green ash flying in the blood-colored sky from the gap in the jacket—that person was just waiting silently.

There was no prior agreement, no appointment to meet.

And the two sides are basically the relationship between raid and being raided.

Originally, it was not suitable for the two to even meet each other.

It is simply impossible for each other's thoughts to intertwine with each other.

Even so—【He will definitely come】.

He had to come anyway.

Otherwise, this great war——couldn't truly usher in an end.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a slowly approaching figure finally appeared in front of my eyes.

It is also a large body with a mask and a coat.

A confrontation after a long time.

A collision that was finally realized after overlapping countless thoughts on each other.

Despite such a miraculous and inevitable encounter, each other's faces cannot be seen because of the mask.

However, even if they can't see their faces, each other's identities have been declared by the things they carry.

Waiting for the opponent is—Xink Nilvalen.

A woman who once overthrew the magic system twice and sublimated it into the realm of art.

He is an unprecedented octopus practitioner in the history of the elves, and also a spell compiler that has never been seen since.

What she carries on her back is the vast forest covering the capital city of Merrillon—the domain of the Sen God Kaynas.

Looming is - Ronnie Delaunayer.

The man who sublimated the catalyst and engraving techniques into the field of engineering, and finally reached the realm of uncanny craftsmanship.

As an unprecedented user of spiritual equipment in the history of goblins, he is also a catalyst designer who has never been seen since.

What he carried on his back was a huge iron block that was almost twice the size of his body—the catalyst for the imprinting technique, the "spiritual outfit".

There is also the majestic appearance of the murderous flying fleet that can almost fill the sky and spread across a large area.

"…………"

The two sides have stepped into each other's attack range.Each of them is just silent, ready to exert their own strength.

Incomparable two geniuses.

In this encounter, there was no dialogue to be exchanged.

Everything is going on according to the mission they were born with.

Only you must be wiped out by my own hands, and I have to make a deal no matter what-that's all.

In the final analysis, it is also a game - the operator of the world, of course, the more people there are, the more interesting it is.

However, there is only one world that can be brought into his hands and destroyed, and there will inevitably be a winner and a loser.

In this way, all the fleets that passed over each other's heads and rushed towards the capital of the elves were all left behind.

Just—signaled by the start of firing from its naval guns.

Two practical chessboard fighters intertwined while running the world.

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In the far north where two geniuses clash.

"Sixth Squadron, Type [-] Parallel Protection—Expand."

The voice of Nina Clive who gave such instructions also sounded at the same time.

The flash of light collided with the wall of light enveloping the sky above, and a violent explosion sounded.

At the same time, the vast forest surrounding the capital of the elves is facing the erosion of the steel tsunami.

It was the flying fleet that the goblins were proud of, almost painting the red hot sky shrouded in ashes with steel silver.

"...Seventh Squadron, Type [-] Parallel Protection——Expand."