Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

"Based on the reaction of the elves, it was determined to be a Flügel."

"What are the odds?"

"100%."

2 Chapter Fifty

Recently, Azrael has been in a bad mood, very bad.

If any race dares to jump on the table at this time, she doesn't mind letting the other party taste the taste of Sky Strike.

As the sole agent of the Flügel, she firmly believes that the Flügel, created as the vanguard of the crusade against the gods, is the most powerful race in the world.

That's right, the Flügel are the wings of Artosh, the strongest existence, and as the strongest family, they should be the strongest, otherwise there is no point in existence.

For thousands of years, Azriel has believed in this truth and regarded it as truth.

How many wars have the Flügels experienced so far?How many races have been destroyed?

If for a race, every war is like a drop of rain, all the races destroyed by the Flügel might be able to flood this planet together.

It is a matter of course to stand at the top of the planet's food chain, to overlook the ants with a transcendent vision, and to fulfill the obligation of being the vanguard of the gods occasionally, to eliminate sleepiness, and to let those bugs who don't know what is good or bad experience what is called divine power.

It has always been like this and will always be like this.

Azrael was so sure.

Until a few years ago, she learned of the existence of the challenger from Artosh, the king of the Flügel, the "challenger" that the king himself admitted could pose a threat to his strongest position.

At that time, the impact of this information made Azrael dizzy for several days, with suspicion growing.

Fear of the monarch's alleged challenger was accompanied by an even stronger anger.

Challenger?who?What are the qualifications?

Under the God of War, they are all ants. As the wings of the God of War, they and the strongest challenger are like natural enemies.

For this reason, Azrael has been observing this planet for several years.

Elves?

What can that bunch of wood do?As long as the Flügels are willing, they can even directly attack the creator of the forest elves, Kainas, the god of the forest.

Besides, the elves have been given enough reminders some time ago.

Goblin species?

They are just a group of inferior races obsessed with toys.

Orcs?

A herd of wild beasts who can't even know magic, it would be an insult to doubt that they could pose a threat to the monarch.

Aside from these races that were active in the World War, Azrael searched to no avail.

Now, she thought she had found the answer, one she had long ignored.

The Ex-Machina was born much earlier than the Flügel. Because of their characteristics, Azriel subconsciously regarded them as outsiders in this world war.

The fact is that, since the birth of the Flügel for tens of millions of years, except for the occasional blind-eyed guy who provokes the Ex-Machina, they seem to exist independently of the outside world, without any news.

Since the Ex-Machinas destroyed Yanlong, one of the three kings of the Dragon Spirits more than ten years ago, Azrael once again felt the elf reaction of the Ex-Machinas, and it was extremely unusual, elves from outside the planet reaction.

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In the vast void, Azriel, the sole agent of the Flügel, floated on the outside of the planet with her hands folded, two snow-white wings spread out around her waist, and she stared coldly at the huge ring formed by the Ex-Machina: "Meow~ Which one did I think it was? The bug is making some little moves again, it turns out it’s you, meow, scrap metal.”

The huge ring shone with blue light, and a projection appeared, and then materialized into a metal figure covered in a gray-black robe. It was more than ten meters tall, and its face was hidden in the hood. Only the chin and the feet.

This body is the clone of Hall created by the Ex-Machinas, and controlled by Hall's consciousness, he said calmly, "Azrael, the sole agent of the Flügel, what can you do with us?"

"Who are you? Scrap Iron wouldn't speak in this way, meow."

"You can call me a prophet."

As if hearing a funny joke, Azrael snorted and chuckled: "Prophet? Is it really an arrogant name enough to challenge the realm of God meow?"

Only gods can predict the future, but as far as Azrael knew, the self-proclaimed prophet was not any god.

If it was the past, Azrael would be more inclined to completely wipe out the opponent with a blow of sky than talking to the opponent.

But it's different because the opponent is an Ex-Machina. It's not like the Flügel has never attacked Ex-Machina before, so the Ex-Machina has completely copied the ability of Sky Strike.

Hall slowly raised his right hand, pointed at Azrael and said lightly, "I will tell your sovereign."

"What!" Azrael's heart sank, she was horrified, it wasn't that there was anything special about this action or words, if it was in the past, she would definitely laugh it off.

From Hall's action, she suddenly understood that the existence in front of her was probably the challenger that the monarch said.

"Soon the weakest will challenge the strongest."

Azrael's expression sank suddenly, her eyes were cold and filled with strong hostility: "So that's it, the challenger that the monarch said is you, meow?"

Oh?

Hall was not very surprised, Artosh, the god of war, was still in a high magic world, so it was normal to have the ability to predict.

But even so, the God of War Artho will wait patiently, even if he knows that the other party is ready to kill him, even if he knows what conspiracy the other party is preparing to play.

As long as you are the strongest, there is no reason not to wait. Whether it is conspiracy or scheming, it is meaningless in front of the strongest.

This is the eternal truth that this planet has been running for billions of years.

"Ha ha."

Azriel chuckled, her laughter gradually becoming crazy, and she could only feel the cold murderous intention from her laughter: "Then, I can't let you play tricks, meow, just scrap metal, and want to challenge the God of Heaven, so let me Let’s verify whether your arrogant self-confidence stems from strength or ignorance!”

Behind Azrael, pitch-black wings fluttered like the flames of chaos.

"Pretend to challenge our monarch, and let our strongest Katayu, the leading soldier of the God of War, attack him!"

Beside her, more and more Flügel flashed.

Dozens?Hundreds?

YUKI's calm voice sounded in Hall's ears: "The number of Flügel is 206 in total, and the analysis of combat power level is God-killing level."

"Azrael, what happened? You actually planned to attack the scrap iron." A Flügel girl flew to Azrael and asked with interest. From her expression, she could tell that she was looking forward to this war. It has been a long time.

As members of the God of War, it is their nature to yearn for war and destruction.

"The situation has changed, little Jip, please be serious this time." Azrael fondled Jibril's hair.

Jibril glanced at Hall's huge steel body in the distance, and muttered excitedly: "Of course, it would be better to say it! The opponent is an Ex-Machina, and this is one of the few opportunities to hunt the heads of an Ex-Machina. "

Chapter 251 Excalibur

On the ground, there is a forest city where the forest elves live.

The gorgeous and elegant hall was built with a giant tree as a platform, surrounded by green vines, and there are multiple magic circles floating in the center. Every elf standing here has a serious face.

Sink Nilbalen, the authorized agent of the elves, frowned and watched the changes in the magic circle in front of him.

Just now, the reconnaissance technique sensed a strong elf reaction coming from the sky.

"The altitude cannot be measured, it is outside the planetary circle!"

"The Elf Wave has been confirmed to be a Flügel!"

"What about the quantity?"

"At least two hundred!"

The expressions of all the elves changed dramatically. They had fought with Flügel before, and they understood the horror of Flügel better.

One can destroy the forest city, and two hundred together can almost wipe out the world, not to mention destroying the elves. What are you planning to fight?

A spiritual species?

Only the gods are worthy of such a big fight by the Flügel.

But if the Flügel wants to attack the Deities, it is impossible for the Elves to be ignorant.

Sink Nirbalian bit his lower lip and asked, "Who is the other party, can you confirm it now?"

"The elf fluctuations on the other side are relatively weak, and it will take about 5 minutes to confirm."

"ASAP!"

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Inside the mechanical sphere floating in mid-air, the space about the size of a basketball court was filled with goblins. Their appearance was similar to that of humans, but their stature was even shorter.

A silent picture was projected in the center of the goblins. It was the scene of the confrontation between the Kai clone of the Hall machine and the Flügel.

The goblins present were talking a lot, like a noisy and disorderly market.

"Are the Ex-Machines and Flügel going to war?"

"What are they talking about? There should be no air outside the planet. How do they communicate?"

"You are stupid, of course you use elves."

"Can you capture the reaction of the elf who conveyed the message?"

"Impossible, the distance is too far."

"If you approach rashly, you may be discovered. I don't want to be an enemy of any of them."

"Send this important information back to the underground city."

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"The opponent is an Ex-Machina species. A protracted war is not good for us. Any ability that cannot destroy them at once will be copied. The only way to win is to destroy them in one go."

"Everyone is ready!"

Azriel gave the order.

The 206 Flügel spread out their pitch-black wings, and energy surged. The blue halo above the Flügel's head was magnified hundreds of times, devouring the power of the elves from the planet's source elf corridor.

The pitch-black energy gushes out from the halos on the heads of all the Flügel, converging into a stream of purple-black light.

The planet's atmosphere was pulled, and a terrible hurricane rolled up. Even space or time seemed unable to withstand this huge energy source, and it made a soft sound like crushing gravel.

The 206 Flügel strike with all their strength, and the [Sky Strike] released by the 206 Flügel, if it falls on the ground, it will easily smash a continent.

On the other side, Hall, who was covered in robes, listened to YUKI's report in his ear, and calmly ordered: "Read script No. 513546572."

"Autonomous attack spell construction."

"Code Armed—

【Excalibur】. "

"start up."

A huge floating ring stood above Hall's head, the structure unfolding and splitting into countless parts.

呲味味味味味味~

The thunder flickered, and a singularity was formed in the center of the ring part, tearing apart the space.

For a long time, the Ex-Machinas have passively copied the attacker's ability or magic, never having their own attack ability.

[Excalibur] is the first weapon of the Machina species jointly developed by Hall and YUKI. It was a conceptual existence before [Skynet] was created. It is similar to [Void Zero Protection] and [Marrow Explosion].

This world is directional, and the power of prayer can change the direction. The so-called gods are activated by the direction of prayer.

Hall is very clear about similar powers. If you want to say why, Hall is a magician, a magician in the moon world.

The power of prayer is almost ruined in Xingyue World.

The reason why it is named Excalibur is because it uses a similar principle.

Fixed with the marrow as the carrier, it is equivalent to a firearm.

Activated in the direction of prayer, equivalent to a bullet.

Unleash the power of the Human Name Heart.

Hall's huge mechanical body slowly spread his hands, and calmly declared: "Our great cause, our will, this is the meaning of our birth, and human beings will be reborn! Praise! Praise the name of human beings!"

The voice resounded through the sky, and was transmitted to the planet's atmosphere by the power of the elves, across several continents to ensure that all races of the planet knew the news.