I am a reincarnation player.

cut!

With one cut, he split the still doubtful mountain of flesh into two halves, and forcibly cut a path out of this "wall". Without hesitation, he went straight through it.

Are you scared by me? Why don't you show up?

His red eyes scanned around without stopping. Since the players assigned to the Undead Clan didn't dare to come out, there was nothing to hesitate about.

Void transformation.

He sucked away a large piece of the out-of-control white mist. Yuki saw the end of the valley, stepped on the crystallized soul, and ignored the dense attacks from behind.

Penetrating the white fog and leaving the valley, there is a deep valley in front of you, like a dried-up ocean. Looking behind you, thick fog blocks all vision.

The undead dare not leave the territory, as they will be stopped by the vigilant angels outside.

He suddenly stopped, leaned on the gun with one hand, pulled his neck back, held the sluggish machine soul in his palm, and met the confused amber eyes.

"I told you, even the most dangerous places can't stop me. Do you believe me now?!"

......

Confident, domineering, beyond calculation.

Ohm didn't come back to his senses for a long time, but that was the fact. Even if he was brought along, the Death Aggregate could not stop the man.

In an instant, she learned what trust meant. It was a kind of boldness that ignored probability and kept one's word.

I will never give up on you, and I will pull you out even in the storm.

It is said that no one can stop it, but this terrifying Death Valley really cannot stop it.

Ohm didn't say anything. He looked at the wounds all over Yuki's body. There were signs of radiation corrosion, the impact of nuclear bombs, and several black super-hard alloy bullets stuck in there.

Scars make a man ferocious but also reliable. She recalled for a moment and searched the database for words of praise, but the phantom in the air was descending to check the situation, and there was no time for flattery at this time.

In return, she expressed her feelings at the moment with the highest efficiency:

A smile.

The machine soul was very happy.

Yuki also laughed. To be honest, Ohm's information was quite useful. The Undead were really a bunch of cowards and had no intention of pursuing them.

With such a bunch of weirdos guarding the gate, the mechanical clan is indeed good at calculations.

Yuki looked at the sea in the distance that had long dried up. The angel warship above his head had climbed back because several dark shadows were approaching at several times the speed of sound not far away.

They have steel wings and some kind of anti-gravity force field that allows their bodies to fly in the air. They have heads with human appearance, either male or female, handsome and beautiful, and their sci-fi bodies reflect cold light.

Particle Gatling guns, micro missile launchers, high-energy beams, and a wealth of armament were installed on the machine. Yuki clenched his fists and saw these machines slow down rapidly.

thump.

It landed in front of them, cracking the ground. Its emotionless electronic eyes swept over the two of them, and all eyes were focused on Ohm.

Without hesitation or self-introduction, the five mechanical warriors knelt on one knee.

"Vanguard number XG-181X, I pay my highest respects to the Sacred Machine Spirit. May I ask what the Machine Spirit's purpose is, and the identity of this extremely threatening carbon-based creature?"

They carry out ceremonial procedures while remaining on high alert.

Ohm fell into deep thought. Of course, she had no intention of burning the bridge after crossing it. She searched the database and, just like before, made the most accurate description:

"His name is Rod, and he's my friend."

friend?

Several mechanical people seemed not to understand the meaning of this word and remained kneeling on one knee without moving. Yuki keenly sensed the change and a new gaze was cast upon him.

Webway Will.

This situation was not something that ordinary soldiers could handle, so the highest-level being got involved personally. He was not in a hurry, but just stood there waiting. Instead, Ohm next to him gently tugged at his sleeve.

"We're researching a solution. My situation is rare, and usually the machine spirit is hidden somewhere to avoid being wiped out."

Oh my, he even knows how to use metaphors. Why does it seem like he’s growing so fast?

"Can't you hurry up?"

"Negative. Before becoming the Will of the Webway, I have no authority to command. I must emphasize that I've said this before: carbon-based creatures' memory is indeed a weakness."

"I haven't forgotten. I just feel that your machine soul is so useless. It's just like the crown prince. He had no power before the old emperor died."

Ohm blinked, and instinctively searched the database for words like "crown prince" and "emperor" to find similarities, then he puffed up his lips and gave up studying.

"If I'm useless, then wouldn't that foolish Mr. Rhodes need me to contact the mechanical race? Isn't that even more useless?"

"Yeah, yeah, I don't know who was so scared that he almost cried. Are you still a robot?"

"Negative. Machines have no emotions. There's something wrong with Mr. Rhodes's hearing system. Correct the title. From now on, he will be Mr. Rhodes, the Stupid and Hard of Hearing."

"Don't use your bad mouth to cover it up when you can't even talk!"

The mechanical vanguard was still kneeling on one knee with his head raised. He could understand every word the two people said, but he couldn't comprehend a single word.

In addition to being unified and connected to the will of the Webway, each individual in the Mechanical Clan actually possesses self-awareness. Seeing the agile Ohm, he had only one thought:

Praise the almighty machine soul, which easily reached the pinnacle of purification and possessed the 'heart' that every individual dreamed of.

Yuki shut his mouth at this time. He saw more machines flying from afar, and the one in front was completely different. It was obviously a player.

With long pink hair, pure white wings, and a wooden expression similar to the mechanical people around him, Yuki breathed a sigh of relief the moment he appeared.

You found the right one, it’s her.

Chapter 10 Icarus

"Have you heard? Someone broke through the Death Canyon and headed for the territory of the Mechanical Clan."

"Ah? That place is quite dangerous, isn't it? Captain Tianyi has assessed it several times, but we haven't launched an attack yet."

"And then? They fought with the Mechanoids?"

"There's no combat response. I think it's seeking cooperation. Although I don't know how those emotionless machines could cooperate with outsiders."

"Yeah, yeah, just a bunch of heartless monsters. The good thing is that they're hard to destroy completely, and they'll grow back after a while."

......

Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, the beautiful angels chatted in the garden with coffee cups in hand. This was the 'gossip skill' they learned from the hot girl form Hayasaka Ai.

Of course, angels don’t understand love, so they just gossip about all kinds of rumors.

Not far away, Shiina Hiyori was sitting on a bench, eavesdropping with his ears perked up, and quietly smiled.

Mr. Yuki succeeded.

He really found the Machine Soul, forced it to cooperate, and then took her across the Death Canyon to the territory of the Mechanical Clan.

How did he do that? Could his deception even affect machines?

The reason is unknown, but the plan went very smoothly. This way I can contact the wanted criminal. Even if I guessed wrong, it wouldn't be bad to have a race as an ally.

Also, it's Mr. Yuki as expected.

Rihe Xiaoxiao flattered the angels, which was a brilliant move. It avoided direct conflict with the angels and also laid the groundwork for the next plan.

The main enemy of the angels now is the undead. The reason is very simple: the latter are too "ugly", but they are unwilling to fight to the death with these dirty undead.

On the one hand, there is the price, and on the other hand, there is the angels’ unique reproductive system.

The angel of death will return to the city in the sky, and time will give birth to new angels. However, if they are contaminated by the breath of the undead, they will truly die.

If any race is willing to help, it will gain the friendship of the angels, and they will then add fuel to the fire, giving them a lot of room to maneuver.

"You're amazing! No wonder you let Hayasaka teach them gossip. You're trying to gather information in secret." Sakurajima Mai sat next to them, moving her shoulders slightly, and was also quite surprised.

They don't need to be spies and try every possible means to steal secrets. Angels are talkative and can tell a lot of information themselves. Then, when Hiyori reads it herself, she can analyze a lot of information.

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior. I just took advantage of their curiosity. I noticed when I first arrived that these angels are like blank slates, yet they are extremely closed off. Why don't we use our status as the only outsider to add some color to these blank slates?"

Angels are arrogant and will never communicate with other races, but players are different. That is an identity assigned by the reincarnation game, and there are prerequisites.

Mai glanced around. The beautiful angels were either whispering to each other or sitting on the ground, learning how to make black tea from Kaguya. Further away, a few more angels were sitting in front of a screen, holding the handles and staring at the screen without blinking.

The leader among them is Giles, the 'Destroyer' who looks useless. Apart from fighting, he sits there playing games every day.

"But you have used this identity to its limit." Mai shook her head with emotion. The girl easily made the angel fall.

"I didn't expect it to be so effective. It seems the tendency to be lazy is universal, no matter the world." Hiyori said, her voice low and smiling, "Once Mr. Yuuki reunites with the wanted player, we can almost attack the Judge. Every seemingly isolated point will be connected, forming an impenetrable net."

"This is a matter between you two foxes. I'll just cooperate. Now, what should we do now?"

"Wait, wait until Mr. Yuki takes care of the mechanical tribe and brings us this opportunity. Then we can pave the way for the second phase of the real dungeon raid." Hiyori held up a few fingers and whispered:

"First, find out the movements of other races and their assisting players."

"Second, continue to search for the whereabouts of the Divine Torch."

"Third, answer a question that has been bothering me for a long time."

"what is the problem?"

"The angels have asked us for clues, so they should be able to guess the conditions for the appearance of the Divine Torch. Why are they still making small moves?" Hiyori found it difficult to understand. It was not difficult for the angels to eliminate more than five races, but they did not bother to wipe out the remaining orcs.

"There is indeed a problem here. Is there some hidden secret?" Mai frowned slightly. She also noticed something was wrong.

"Yes, but this is not a secret that can be discovered through gossip. I suspect the angels are hesitant about something, but it doesn't matter—"

Hiyori clapped her hands lightly, her eyes like crescent moons.

"If things get dark in the east, there will be light in the west. Maybe Mr. Yuki can find the answer."

......

The plan is progressing smoothly. Just as Rihe said, the entire team is divided into four directions. They seem to be four separate points, but each is working hard and will be connected sooner or later.

Nothing is something, going alone is unity, including Philen and Manas, everyone is advancing the dungeon in different ways.

These progress are actually not much different from other players, but once they unite, the difference is 4 times. Just like Yuki found a way out immediately after receiving the message capsule, if he were to do it alone, he probably still wouldn't understand what the mechanical tribe is and what the goal of the cooperation is.

Grabbing someone's tongue and forcing a confession is the only way. Once you understand what the "Webway Will" is, you have become an enemy of the mechanical race. I'm afraid Ohm will explode with you on the spot.

It's good to have Hiyori. If I were traveling alone, there would be no way I could lead humans to farm. I could only use soul infection to capture prisoners everywhere. Maybe I could find out her whereabouts, but it would be impossible to make contact with her. This kind of treatment is only possible in dreams.

Yuki looked around, but there was actually nothing to see. He had already arrived at the core territory of the mechanical clan. Here, apart from the cold steel, there were only a large number of cables and energy storage devices.

Beautiful mechanical girls are everywhere, and huge mechas can be seen from time to time. As the electric welding of the engineering machines flashes, war machines are coming off the assembly line.

Ten orcs cannot defeat the mechanical tribe.

This was Yuuki's initial assessment. This race was too numerous and had strong firepower. The Shockwave Titan was as tall as a mountain, and the particle cannon on it was several meters thick. This made his gaze towards Ohm change slightly.

Praise the great machine spirit.

The Doomsday Legion, which was born for war, has a real shortcoming, which is that it lacks some fancy skills. The mechanical race is a group of honest people, and they only have the most basic indicators in their minds, such as destructive power, defense, and speed.

They are mainly divided into two categories. Those with independent consciousness are called mechanical vanguards, which are steel angels with human appearance. Their number is relatively small, about one percent.

The other type is a pure war machine, generally called a mass-produced warrior, accounting for more than 90%, and is a cannon fodder that no one will feel sorry for even if it dies. However, this kind of cannon fodder is equivalent to an ordinary orc warrior, and possesses strength above the extraordinary level.

No matter how fertile orcs are, they can't compare to an assembly line.

For Ohm's sake, Yuki was given the privilege of an 'observer'. The cold particle turrets would not aim at him, and only the passing mecha girls would cast scrutinizing glances at him.

The matchmaking was completed, and the biggest gain was getting in touch with this wanted criminal lady.

He looked ahead, where he saw a girl with pink braids and white wings. She had an incredibly good figure, but her green eyes were filled with coldness and woodenness, making her no different from the mechanical people around her.

In some ways, there was nothing wrong with her being matched with the Mechanical Clan.

"Ms. Ikaros, why was you assigned to the Mechanical Clan given your strength?" Yuki asked. The information clearly stated that this was an epic-level player.

[Tip 2: Players will be assigned to different races based on the strength of their factions. Players cannot attack cooperating races, and players cannot communicate with each other. Violators will be punished.]

Relying on the machine soul, Yuki has established a direct connection with the mechanical clan and will certainly not be punished.

Hey.

The girl stopped and turned around expressionlessly. Yuki then noticed that there was no chain around her neck.

There was not much emotion in his emerald eyes. Using Ohm as a bridge, Yuki had actually already made a test and expressed his intentions.

"I can't trust you."

The girl's voice was clear, concise, yet full of reason, like an ice cube.