I am a reincarnation player.

The trial mission also requires thinking. Fortunately, to be on the safe side, I brought a lot of good people this time.

Excluding the fallen, there are now ten judges left, all of whom are at Monster III or above. Together with him, an Epic III player, they are enough to walk sideways in most dungeons, but he has long lost the idea of ​​being "invincible".

Keep a low profile and try not to cause trouble. This is the principle of judgment. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. He is not here to fight a bloody battle with the angels.

Thinking of this, Dio glanced at his two deputies. One was the battle-hardened mercenary Jiulong, and the other was tall and plump in a long skirt and a top hat. His pale face and red lipstick gave him a strange beauty.

"Jiulong, Achina, do you have any ideas?"

"The benefits are too few. We don't need to go to war with those birdmen. Although I'm also surprised that the players assigned to the birdmen camp should be very weak, but they are unwilling to cooperate with us." The eight-foot-tall lady took a puff of her pipe, exhaling a faint white smoke.

"This dungeon is too dangerous, and we have things to do after we return. We've already wasted half a month."

Achina's thoughts hit the core point directly. The judge was also in a hurry and had to quickly resolve the target before returning to deal with Taiyi's matters.

"I have the same idea. Now the stall is too spread out, so we need to save energy." Jiulong also lit a cigarette and smoked it dully.

"Nonsense, so I asked you how to solve it?" Dio was very dissatisfied. Those who could make a name for themselves among the judges were not easy to deal with.

"There are two options: either avoid the heart of the war and find a solution, or kill the target by force." Madam Yasha extended a giant finger and shook her head. "We already know the target is the Mechanical Tribe. With our strength, we can barely get in and kill them."

"No, this will trigger a chain reaction. Don't forget that we are above the dungeon. In other words, these natives are all potential enemies, just like those birdmen are tracking us now."

There was silence for a long while. This was the most troublesome part. Killing someone by force could only be done once. The judges composed purely of players would become the target of everyone in the dungeon. Even if they had three heads and six arms, they could not stop the entire race from besieging them.

Among the tips for ordinary players, one is that when reputation reaches a certain level, a contract can be signed on behalf of a race, which means that players can make races form alliances and cooperate.

"We still have to take the first path."

"But we have limited time. Do we have to investigate slowly?"

"Let's proceed simultaneously. Don't forget there's another force at the edge of this world." Dio grinned. This was the information he had obtained from the captives. "The humans defeated the orcs. This last-place race definitely doesn't have that kind of power. This means the epic player behind them is very powerful. And after more than ten days, this is the first player to emerge."

The more powerful the race, the weaker the players matched. There is a flaw, that is, it is difficult for players of top races such as angels, Warcraft, dwarves, and elves to make a name for themselves, and they are even treated as mascots. The judge can't ask every household.

"If it's a war between humans and machines, it fits the background of the dungeon and belongs to that great game. We are just assistants." Jiulong added silently on the side. Apart from the different prompts, the background story of the judge is the same as that of ordinary players.

The great game between races is sacred and inescapable, and does not tolerate interference from a third party, unless it is an assistant to the race participating in the game.

They had to find a race to assist them, but the instructions did not allow the judge to have direct contact with the natives, so they had to go around in circles and find a strong and obedient player.

"You want to cooperate with him? That's right, this guy obviously wants the Divine Torch and is deliberately developing quietly on the edge." Madam Basha took a puff of cigarette. She was also transformed from a normal player. Inferring from the purpose, this kind of player has a basis for cooperation.

You want to push the dungeon? Don't mind helping each other out? Besides, humans are extremely weak, so they can be used as hostages.

"Well, this kind of obedient kid who focuses on his mission is the easiest to control. If he doesn't know what's good for him, I don't mind teaching him a lesson." Dio laughed wildly and evilly. They couldn't control the undead and the dwarves, but humans were not necessarily the same.

If you don't help me, I will kick you out of the copy. Even if you can escape annihilation, the power you have developed with great difficulty will be destroyed.

Even if we take a step back and hide at the edge of the world to escape from trouble, we really can't stay in this damn place anymore.

"Okay, then let's go find humans." Mrs. Hachisha raised her right hand, and her lotus-root-like arm suddenly swelled up, and as pus exploded, it turned into a monster's head.

The monster was like a lion's head. It opened its mouth and spit out a trembling human figure from its throat.

"From what I've seen so far, that person genuinely wants to clear the dungeon. He used his spokesperson to issue a gathering order to all humans. Finding them shouldn't be difficult."

The best partner, you don't even have the qualifications to refuse.

Dio nodded with satisfaction, but out of caution, he didn't rush to touch it.

"Set off immediately. Once we find a human, observe them carefully. I want to know this player—"

"Is it a full-hearted strategy dungeon?"

......

There's a chance the Judge will actually come to me for cooperation.

Yuki stood in the battleship graveyard. A hundred years ago, a melee broke out here among the angels, dwarves, machines, and elves, and twisted wreckage was scattered all over the wasteland.

This is a treasure for humans, but they were not qualified to come and scavenge before.

It turns out that the undead race originated from death, and the more people died, the stronger the undead that were born became.

Yuki lowered his head and looked at the pieces of flesh that were faintly visible all over the ground. These dozens of death ghosts possessed monstrous-level strength, which was enough to give the former orcs a hard time.

After receiving the news from Rihe, he did not rush back, nor was there any need to go back. From the moment he arrived at the dungeon, none of his actions had anything to do with the Judge. He was truly focused on completing the dungeon.

So he had to take risks and continue exploring. This was not only an attitude, but also a reason to provide various advanced intelligence.

"The Inquisitor should have found their target, but due to the dungeon's difficulty, they're hesitant to act. They'll probably ask players for help, just like they did in the Wizard's Tower."

"But the more powerful the race, the weaker the players, and the harder it is to contact. These bastards don't have many options, so they can only start with the weaker races. The easiest to find among them are humans who issued the gathering order."

"If they were cautious enough to secretly observe humans, what would they see?"

Yuuki's mouth curled up slightly. All they could see was a thriving farming atmosphere. 'Commoner Superman' Rhodes worked tirelessly to cultivate humanity, enabling the weakest race to qualify to participate in the great game from psychological and material levels.

Rather than this kind of investment being wishful thinking, they should be able to discover the talent of "I'm thinking" and, as experienced players, be able to judge that humans are worth investing in.

If it were an ordinary player, he would just be alert and rush back to urge his own race to nip the danger in the bud, but for the Judge, this is a good thing.

An epic player focused on raiding a dungeon would be best served by cooperation. Human potential takes time to unleash, and having a group of superpowers at this time can greatly improve efficiency. Even if Yuki doesn't understand, it doesn't matter. Humans are hostages. If you don't help, don't blame us for a massacre.

“But for me, it’s the best outcome.”

Yuki smiled viciously. This was another reason why he wasted time on humans. He was eager for the judge to come and observe as carefully as possible.

As for how to deal with it? No need to deal with it. The more focused he was on the dungeon, the safer it was. He even stayed in the Battleship Graveyard and spent several days farming Ghost Tribes, and actually got two reinforcement points.

"Lord Rhodes, someone is targeting us."

Lucy's voice came from the black iron box, but it was a little unclear due to the strong interference.

"Which race?" Yuki turned around and held a ghost that emerged from the void in his palm, watching the expression on its face change dozens of times in one second.

"They are not like other races, but more like your kind. They have captured several members of the search team." The girl's voice was a little frightened. The entire exploration team disappeared without even being able to send out a distress signal.

Snapped.

Yuki popped the undead like a balloon, with a hint of interest on his face. The natives of this world were very different from the players, and they would definitely not make a mistake.

There are only two possibilities: either an assistant from another race, or a judge.

After thinking about it for a while, he was more inclined to the latter. The race was the player's umbrella of protection. If it was not necessary, it was impossible for them to take risks personally. Even Philen was acting together with the Seeker.

Did it come as expected?

"Recall the search team and place the fortress on high alert."

"You, you're not coming back?"

"My exploration of the Undead is at a critical juncture, so I can't get away for now." Yuki didn't lie, briefly describing the situation at the Battleship Graveyard. "There's nearly an infinite amount of material here. Once a mechanic obtains it, it will allow humanity to take a huge step forward. And only I can clear the Undead under the enemy's nose."

"Don't worry, you've become stronger. As long as you remain vigilant, even that fellow insectoid won't dare to confront you head-on. Suspend the gathering order and send out sentries. If you discover a large enemy force moving in the outer ring direction, I will return immediately."

Yuki is not a babysitter, and we need to work together to get the sacred torch, and his words cannot be questioned.

"Okay, I'll convey that to Lord Slote."

The communication was cut off. There was no logical problem with this order. According to the distribution of the reincarnation game, the epic players of the insect tribe would only be weaker than him, so the arrangement was safe.

"After all, I shouldn't know about the existence of the Judge." Yuki played with the iron box. He was sure that this thing would be monitored.

The technological content is not high. If it is a normal player, he will retreat when he sees the difficulty, which is equivalent to nothing happening. If it is a judge, even if he is a coward, he should believe it.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he looked at the silent cemetery. The traces of battle were so obvious that it was no problem for the other party to come for an on-site inspection.

Since the probability of the Judge leaving is increasing, it's time for me to take action.

He didn't want to meet the Judge so early, and coming to this cemetery was not a whim.

The coordinates were provided by Hiyori. What I just said to Lucy was just one of the goals. What was more important was a piece of information.

"The two battles between the Angels and the Judges occurred within the trajectory of the Mechanical Fleet. This is no coincidence."

The judges have their own tasks and they certainly haven't been slacking off during these twenty days. They will search for the target's location, and the target will try every possible way to hide himself.

Yuki never thought of playing hide-and-seek from the beginning. He also wanted to find the wanted criminal, but he didn't need to find him himself. Instead, he took a detour and obtained information from the angels.

"Theoretically, the target is an epic-level player and shouldn't be assigned to the mechanical race, but this is the only clue I have to seize."

Swah——

The armor plates were cut open like tofu, and he stepped into the interior of the giant squid-like battleship.

In the twisted steel tunnel, broken cables were everywhere, and black ash poured in from the holes, forming a thick layer on the ground.

Yuki walked on the snow, looking around from time to time, and occasionally saw a few broken remains of mechanical race. They had human appearance, but were silicon-based creatures, well, just like most players in the "Intelligent" camp.

Gravity protection fields, electromagnetic melta cannons, and phantom wings are all commonly used equipment. The entire race is connected by the "Webway Will", and each individual has independent consciousness and cannot be regarded as a simple robot.

"Is it possible that it will appear?"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a chance ray of light passed through the hole, revealing dust in the floating light. This was another piece of information mentioned in the message capsule, and it was also the most important reason why Yuki came here.

Confidential information from the angels, secrets that humans cannot touch, after careful reasoning, Hiyori shared this secret, or clue, with Yuki, quietly pointing him to a clear path.

In the Red Moon World, all things are spiritual. Where a large number of mechanical races have perished, due to the hive mind of this race itself, when the undead spirits gather together, an interesting thing will be born—

Hey.

Yuki stopped in front of a huge iron gate. This was the battleship's power reactor. Through the steel, the demon's vision could see a vague shadow.

"Machine Soul."

The Storm Dragon Spear flashed with golden lightning, piercing through the alloy door that was more than half a meter thick. The complex pipelines were right in front of him. They were coiled in the center, looking like an embryo.

A phantom was floating there. It was an irregular ball of light. As the space flickered, it actually formed a human figure.

She has no clothes, a tender figure, amber eyes, long milky white hair, and white wings behind her back. At first glance, she looks a bit like the young form of Tachibana Kanade, with the same expressionless face and the same rationality.

"You hid well. You thought I would leave after I almost wiped out the undead, right?"

Yuki placed the Storm Dragon Spear aside and looked at the other party leisurely.

"The logic is correct, but since you called out the name 'Machine Soul', I judge that you know this secret information." The girl's voice was emotionless and she didn't know fear. There seemed to be a stream of data passing through her eyes.

"Logical error. I monitored your conversation with the humans. Such secrets are inaccessible to humans. I infer that you obtained relevant information from a higher race or the mechanical race."

Perfect calculation ability, almost touching the answer, Yuki likes smart people, which can save a lot of time.

"That's about right. Of course, I only know that you are very precious and have a mechanical backup function. Relax, I have no hostility towards you."

"Unknown, what does relaxation mean?" The girl tilted her head, as if she didn't understand Yuki's words. "I guess you want to use me as a bridge to establish contact with the machine tribe and lay the groundwork for a larger plan."

Smart people, it’s so easy.

Yuuki smiled and extended his right hand: "Can you accept it?"

"Veto. As a human assistant, your calculated strength has a 71.235% chance of being harmful to the mechanical race as a whole, and an 18.332% chance of simply wanting to exploit them. The biggest reason for vetoing is that since you know I'm a backup and connected to the will of the conduit, this invitation is extremely foolish and presumptuous."

Yuki's smile froze. This robot was quite skilled at being venomous. This conversation brought him back to his senses.

The Mechanicals are a strange race. Their spokesperson has the greatest authority, but the damage caused by their fall is also the greatest. Therefore, the Machine Soul is equivalent to a backup king. Once the spokesperson dies and the race is severely damaged, she has the function of summoning the remnants, reconstructing the will of the Webway, and restoring the entire race.

No wonder they stayed in this battleship graveyard. Here were the supplies needed to rebuild the race. No wonder Hiyori said that the mechanical race had been wiped out several times in history, but would be resurrected with full health after a period of time.

What a strange life form.

Yuki suddenly became interested and asked, "Why are you silent?"

"The intruder is very clever, and can guess the secret from my answer. I don't want to be as stupid as him."

So am I stupid or smart?

Yuuki laughed in anger, grabbed the handle of the gun next to him and put it on his shoulder.

"So you want to fight me?"

"It is speculated that the foolish intruders' combat power is no less than that of the 9-ring angels, and the probability of victory is 17.517%. However, based on historical footage—"

A dense, magic circle-like thing unfolded behind her. The high-intensity energy even melted the alloy. The delicate girl was suddenly filled with the breath of destruction.

“Only by fighting can we win a chance to survive, and only by being brave can we create miracles.”

Before he finished speaking, dense beams of light came down and the thick floor was instantly riddled with holes. These beams of light were as soft as ribbons, drawing an arc in the air and flying upwards.

The combat power is very strong, almost approaching epic level.

Yuki was hanging upside down on the ceiling, with brilliant light reflected in his eyes. Not only that, terrifying ghosts penetrated the steel plates and appeared out of thin air around his body.

She can command the undead? So she's been observing my abilities all along?

Hiyori's intelligence didn't mention that the machine spirit could control different races, but it didn't matter—

Holding back is the old pervert's special skill.