The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

But...the gap in power is too huge. The scale of Benghou's destructive power far surpasses that of Sword Eleven. No matter how exquisite Sword Eleven is, it is also a trick of human resources. How can manpower compare with this power of creation and destruction? All I can do is to stop this moment of collapse, which is far more powerful than a nuclear explosion, but even if it is only such a short moment, I can still fight for a few tenths of a second...

This precious time reduced the damage of the Ex-Machinas by [-]%, and it was enough for the Ex-Machines to start traffic control.

Su Bai used such a sword move, which surpassed the load on his body, his bones and muscles broke directly, and a large amount of blood shot out from his whole body. Even if the Darkborn had a strong recovery ability, he couldn't afford it, and he still couldn't retreat to the back of the Ex-Machinas...

At this time, a mechanical arm grabbed his wrist and dragged him back to the rear of the formation.

Su Bai tried his best to raise his eyes. He felt that he was falling, and the severe pain was spreading all over his body. Before he lost consciousness, what he saw was an inorganic face. This face didn't have any emotion, it was as cold as steel, but It seemed to have a temperature again. It might want to say something, but it didn't come... Because the access control was not implemented in time, her appearance was melted, and she fell into the ground as a burning wreck.

Boom, boom... Two sounds of falling to the ground came, Su Bai fell on the scorched ground, the wreckage of the analysis body fell not far away, he stretched out his hand with the last will, pinched the little finger of the wreckage, and then fell into a pool of blood , fainting.

...The wreckage of the Ex-Machinas is of great research value.

The rest of the Ex-Machinas did not have any emotional changes, and continued to carry out operations, reset the expanded traffic control, and formed a huge prototype barrier. This has a vector control force comparable to that of a LV5.9 lolicon superpower, and it will collapse Reversing direction, falling somewhere, the Ex-Machinas stood on the edge, and were not caught up in it and wiped out.

Yan Long stared at this scene, and finally turned into a huge skeleton in an unwilling roar, and fell into the ground.

The war is over.

Dragon essence species: Yanlong and Conglong seven, a total of eight dragon essence species were wiped out.

Ex-Machinas: The loss of [-] machines is equivalent to [-]% of the combat power invested. It is not a big victory, nor is it a tragic victory.

The Ex-Machinas had no intention of celebrating victory, nor did they clean up the battlefield. They were suspended in the air and stared at the devastated world. There was no emotion in their inorganic eyes, only the flow of cold data.

They don't cry or laugh, they're mindless machines.

The war that lasted for seven days rewritten the map again, causing countless deaths and injuries that cannot be counted at all, and the final collapse caused the least damage, because the center of the impact was the place where the battle was fought, so the only one that suffered damage... was a person located in The most fringe human village, it suffered a devastating blow, killing and injuring hundreds of people.

The analyte that issued the proposal floated in the air, and it cast its eyes on the destroyed human village.

In the ruins of the village, a child stood in the middle of the ruins. He stared at the high-ranking Ex-Machina, with engraved hatred in his eyes, but quickly turned into cold intelligence. He gritted his teeth, turned his head, and rolled over from the ruins. Find out the bag, turn around and run away.

While the resolver was making eye contact, it made its first error, an error called 'Surprise'.

This time the mistake may be the first mistake of Wuxin Machinery, and it is also the germination of the first emotion, but the two of them are far from realizing what kind of results and changes this will bring.

……

Abbot Heim.

In the center of the restoration technique, Jibril was completely larvaized at this time. It was originally a near-death injury, but just shrinking back in size was enough for Amitabha.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed two balls of softness sticking to her face.

"Oh, did you wake up so soon?" Azrael said in surprise, she rubbed Jibril's little face intimately, and spit out: "You little idiot, I don't know how much you let me sleep. Worry, it’s a dragon spirit, you can actually kill it alone, this is a great achievement for a lifetime! Everyone is discussing where to hang the remaining bones for decoration, or whether to hang it after the end Have a costume party or something..."

Azrael chattered on and on.

But Jibril interrupted coldly: "Senior, have you done what I asked you to do?"

"What to do? What is it?" Azrael blinked: "Did you ask me to do anything?"

"Where is he?" Jibril clenched her fists: "Where is he? Is he safe?"

"He... ah, that unknown humanoid." Azrael clapped her hands: "Xiaoji, you didn't make it clear at the beginning, and I didn't understand who it was, so I didn't pay too much attention to it. As for his whereabouts , I checked a little bit, but I didn’t find it, I just saw the Ex-Machina and Yanlong fighting from a distance, hahaha, I don’t know how they would fight, but it’s really lively.”

"Where is he!" Jibril was agitated, even about to break free from the recovery technique, but was hugged tightly again.

"Don't get excited. Your injury hasn't healed yet. It would take a while to regain consciousness. Even if you wake up now, the recovery will not be less than five years." Azrael stuck out her tongue and said, "I am indeed I searched for traces of him, but...he didn't have the slightest elven reaction, so I couldn't find it at all. It's not that my sister doesn't want to help, but it's just that there's nothing I can do..."

Azrael began to step on the mine while talking: "If you like that kind of beautiful humanoid as a pet, I will catch a few more and bring them back. He is indeed very interesting and strange, but nothing. Something worth noting, right?"

Before she finished speaking, she was kicked in the face and kicked out.

Jibril was furious, as angry as a kitten with fried fur: "Shut up, you idiot, fool, idiot, how can there be a senior like you, how can there be a leader of the Flügel like you, it's so embarrassing , you climb out for me!"

"How can you say that about me, my sister is so heartbroken." Azrael fell to the ground covering her face with an innocent expression: "Even Master Artoxiu never beat me, scolded me..."

"It's really too much for you to say that." Another Flügel passed through the space: "Although this is true, it cannot be said so clearly."

"Sister Raphael...I'm so angry." Jibril clenched her fists: "She doesn't know how important he is!"

"Actually, we don't even know who the man you mentioned is." Raphael crossed his arms, and this cold and handsome sister of the Flügel pinched her delicate chin: "If necessary, we can search for it." Next...but now that Yanlong and all the slave dragons have been attacked by the Ex-Machinas, I don't think he can survive the aftermath of the confrontation between these two races."

"Even so, I also..." Jibril was about to speak.

At this time, the space in the room trembled, as if the earth was shaking, and the space itself had a regular rhythm. The originally relatively narrow room was suddenly widened into an invisible distance. Several Flügel in the room looked at it at the same time. To the golden wings that suddenly appeared in the center of the room, they all lowered their heads, kneeled on one knee, and knelt down towards her back.

The Flügel who stayed in the air fortress came here one after another through the space, feeling the aura of the Creator, they dared not be negligent, lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the majestic Lord God...Eighteen pairs of golden wings, white Holy robes, long golden hair, and a taller figure than the Flügel, she is the god of the sky, the supreme, the strongest god, the god of war Artosh.

Every Flügel is a feather. She created the Flügel based on herself, so the Flügel will have the appearance of a woman. In fact, the gender doesn't matter at all, because the Flügel has neither the function of reproduction nor the need to reproduce.

The Creator suddenly appeared here, which made the Flügel unpredictable, because Artoxiu has not left the throne for a long time, and the master who stayed on the throne for hundreds of thousands of years always looked down at the sky with a calm and even boring gaze. This time, he took the initiative to move here.

This is a miracle in itself, and for Jibril, many Flügel showed expressions of admiration and envy. They yearned for and respected their Creator so much, but no Flügel had ever Being treated so specially by the Creator, except for this extraordinarily weak individual at the beginning of his birth.

"Fanwai individual, you have achieved the great cause of slaying the dragon...you are commendable." Artoxiu's voice was ethereal and heavy: "What are you going to do next? Do you want to continue to become stronger until you can achieve what I expect? That's powerful... enough to kill me."

For the Creator to say this to the Flügel is tantamount to instigating his own people to overthrow his rule.

The Flügel present were extremely speechless when they heard these words. They wanted to refute but didn't have the courage. They held their breath and almost died on the spot.

"Please forgive my disrespect... My Lord, if you just want to ask me this question, there is no need to appear in person and leave the throne." Jibril puffed out her chest and declared solemnly: "Sooner or later, I will let you You got up from the throne, you shouldn't be here now, it's too casual!"

Boom...a Flügel rolled its eyes and fainted on the ground, followed by a second one, and a third one...

The provocative meaning in these words is so strong that many Flügel can't understand that it causes their brains to shut down. The most incomprehensible thing for them is Artosh's attitude. Why is she smiling when she hears such provocation and disrespect?