Thank You! People Are Collapsing, Not Yet Lost

Jibril, the second-to-last Flügel non-staff individual in the upper race, could single-handedly resist the maximum firepower of the echelon of more than a thousand people led by the elves genius True Crimson Nierbalen. Hammered out the defensive spells deployed by more than 3000 elves, turned the elves' home upside down, and swept away almost all the magic books.

The gap between the upper race and the lower race is completely a sea and a drop of water.

And No. [-], the fantasy species ranked third in combat power among the upper races will only be more ferocious than the Flügel!

The fantasy species that resided here, for some reason, placed his lover in the human domain.

Honestly, that's not a bad thing for humans.

Because one of the guy's two lovers is a human, so he will take care of the humans in the camp to some extent.

but--

It would be different if his lover died here because of an act that the Ex-Machina regarded as hostile.

It is unknown what will happen to the Ex-Machina, who is all one, one is all, but if the human race watching her die is angered, it will definitely face a crisis of genocide!

"Don't go out!!"

Almost instinctively, Rick roared at the girl who was probably of the orc race, and wanted to go forward and hold her.

but--

Before Rick reached out his hand, the girl stepped out of the cave and walked outside.

Then--

Something that was literally challenging Rick's three views happened.

The Ex-Machinas, who were supposed to be mindless machines and didn't pay attention to etiquette at all, made an action that anyone could understand.

They knelt down.

To the girl who looked just an ordinary orc.

"Including the 32 Links, all 13984 Ex-Machinas are here, willing to serve our great master."

The Ex-Machina leader, who judged his master entirely based on the Herrscher's breath, blankly reported the data of his clan to the dazed Bell.

This, what's the situation?

Rick, who could not understand that all the Ex-Machinas with race number ten would kneel to the orc girl with race number fourteen, felt his brain tremble.

In this world, the major races will only kneel to their creator.

Now that the Ex-Machina knelt down to the bell, doesn't that mean...

"That guy... is playing around with my powers again?"

Ling, who shares the same Herrscher core with Li Zihan and theoretically is also a Herrscher outside the Moon, was silent for a while, and couldn't help but want to help her forehead.

"I'm not afraid that I will tell Xilin about this."

She was choking, her words carrying information that Rick couldn't understand at all.

"Are you a 'God'?"

Rick, who seemed to have sensed some truth, looked at the girl with fox ears, his voice a little dry.

Possessing the highest-level magic called "racial creation", he can arbitrarily create an existence that crushes the human race and oppresses the living space of the human race - the god species.

"no."

In a broad sense, the girl who was probably a close relative of the gods shook her head with a headache.

"It's probably my husband... that guy's doing a hell of a job."

"Shouldn't it be time to call me dear or sir?"

During such a highly tense period, a slightly frivolous voice rang behind the bell, causing Rick to stand upside down.

Rick looked over and saw a very delicate-looking boy.

Black hair, golden pupils.

There is no doubt that this is Li Zihan.

"Tsk--, I just promised to date you, but I haven't yet promised to marry you."

As if trying to be brave, Miss Ling, who had already been eaten and wiped clean, turned her head and snorted coldly as she looked at a guy who was probably messing around with her own abilities.

"That's really impossible."

The teenager whose home advantage was at night looked at the girl who claimed to be only dating him with a troubled expression on his face.

"It's good to know."

The girl who probably knew that she was going to suffer at night continued to put on airs and snorted coldly.

Then, she couldn't help but glance at the Ex-Machina outside.

"What are you planning to do by eroding them?"

Suzu, who is not very clear about the situation, asked.

"Of course, ask them to help you parse things."

The young man who had already controlled the entire Ex-Machina and the researchers from the elves and goblins smiled.

In his hand, the fragments of the God of War's essence are particularly dazzling.

ps:py "I will eventually become a heroic spirit"

"Gilgamesh is arrogant and self-reliant, and I am the only one who is the only one. If you abandon her arrogance, it is still a bit level."

"Knight King Arturia has a stubborn temperament and doesn't know how to be flexible. Another Master would have chopped her off with a knife."

"Iskander is an upright and admirable man, but his recklessness and passion make it impossible for him to lift the Holy Grail"

...then how do you think they can hold the Holy Grail?

"It's very simple, just replace the master with me."

...Well, from now on, you are the master of Gilgamesh.

"...???"

Chapter 24 I'm too lazy to pretend to be weak

Human gathering place, belonging to a guy's room.

The boy with golden eyes got up from his bed, stretched his waist, and shook his head vigorously.

What has happened is woven into memories, flooding the awake mind.

The expression on the boy's face gradually became happy.

After being provoked by Miss Ling, Li Zihan quickly handed the God of War spirit to the Ex-Machina for them to choose to analyze...

Then, of course, some pretty loving things happened.

After being trapped by the side effect of Miss Fu Hua's Yuduchen—the power of sensory adjustment, a certain crumb naturally chose to learn and put it into practice.

Recalling Miss Ling's moaning when she repeatedly reached the peak and begging for mercy after the peak, the corner of the boy's mouth showed a slightly wicked smile.

She has always been arrogant, and even if she already likes herself, she will choose to say something like "I just promised to date you very much." The girl suddenly shows a weak side or something.

Thinking of this, he stood up naturally, and stretched out his paws at the pigeon on the chest of the girl who was already paralyzed on his body, enjoying the taste of perfectly beautiful meat being transformed in his hands.

"Ugh-"

Probably because her body was too sensitive, the girl's legs tucked into her lover's waist shrank all of a sudden, and her throat made an incredible sound that was pleasant to males.

"What are you, you bastard?"

Suzu-san, who could feel the heat rising under her buttocks, widened her beautiful blue eyes.

"emmm, just wondering when our baby will be born."

The boy whose hands and feet were not very honest smiled.

"In order for our children to be born earlier, we should work harder, shouldn't we?"

"Then, that kind of thing will come slowly!"

The girl who could already feel something bad entered her body suddenly panicked.

Her intuition told her that if a bastard continued to do it, the child would be born early, and she would definitely not be able to get out of bed today.

"And—, didn't you say that you were going to analyze the goblin seed's marrow burst?"

"The eroded goblin species don't have the ability to send back the blueprint of the marrow blast, shouldn't you go there and see?"

"Wouldn't it be very bad if the god of the goblin seed found a problem."

Obviously, in order not to be begged for mercy next time, Miss Ling also tried her best to analyze the current situation.

but--

Will this persuasion work?

"Ugh-"

As if the whole body was pierced by a spear, Suzu let out a voice that made the males couldn't help but feel happy.

"Apart from Arto, there is no one in this world who has the ability to reject me."

The teenager who obviously intends to push the matter of Okan to the back straightens his waist, then picks up the girl sitting on his body again, and drops it...

Soon, the breath that once permeated this room permeated again.

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Race number eight - goblin species.

Unlike the ugly-looking, short-lived, fast-breeding low-level things in Dungeons and Dragons that live in groups in damp crypts and ruins,

Their official name is [Dwarf], which means "dwarf".

Just like the description of the dwarves in the Western fantasy novels, the goblin species are generally not tall, theoretically they are "squat and bearded hairballs", with brown skin and horns, and the females are only "sparser" in body hair.

They are very good at blacksmithing.

It can even be said that forging is their innate genius ability.