I am a reincarnation player.

"The Undead aren't strong, but they're not weak either. They focus more on corrupting an area with death. They're good at defense but lack offense, so leaving their territory is very risky."

"No, it's because you have a special item that gives you high resistance to curses. Otherwise, the curse would be enough to kill both of you. That's why the angels are unwilling to send troops to wipe them out. For an immortal race, it's not worth it to trade with a group of undead who can be resurrected at any time." Ikaros finally said a long string of words, then lowered his head slightly.

"Also, I want to thank you for your cover, Mr. Rhodes."

When the Death Aggregate had no hope of escape, it decisively used the killing curse. It was Yuuki who jumped out and blocked the attack for her. Ikaros felt the chill of death. It was a rule. No matter organic, inorganic, carbon-based life, or silicon-based life, they would obey the rules and move towards death.

Wow, you actually know how to be grateful. It seems that group of friends taught you well.

Yuuki was a little surprised and replied with a smile: "Then help me keep the secret."

"What kind of secret?"

"everything."

Ikaros was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly. She had a feeling that this man was deliberately hunting down the Judge.

[Death Aggregate Falls, Players Knot City, Participation 67%, Reward 6 Specialization Points]

The murmur happened to sound, interrupting the two people's thoughts, or rather triggering new thoughts.

Hmm, it’s a little different from when we defeated the Orcs.

Yuki immediately discovered the problem. Humans did not receive any relevant improvements, and he himself did not gain any special skills. After thinking about it, he roughly understood.

The undead are quite special. Their settlements are everywhere, and they don't have a specific agent. As long as there is war, there will be death, and death will produce undead. It is almost impossible to wipe them out.

"Miss Ikaros, what is your reward?"

"Four specialization points." Ikaros showed obvious joy. This gain was a huge achievement for her, and she could never have achieved it on her own.

The two of them were able to face the Death Aggregate alone, and that was because the Mechanical Clan risked their lives for it. How could a mere player possibly drive a war? That was a plan with equal merit and benefit for Yuki to escort the Machine Soul.

Even in a one-on-one fight, she was no match for the Death Aggregate.

"Thank you again."

Yuki waved his hand. He didn't care about these empty formalities. He looked at Ikaros with some interest.

In this battle, he understood why Ikaros was assigned to the powerful mechanical race. It turned out that this was a pseudo-epic.

Her epic transformation, 'Angel's Descend', is a phased ability. Normally, it is rated as the most senior monster IV. As the intensity of the battle increases, it is gradually unlocked and eventually reaches Epic I.

It's a very clever qualitative change, but the reincarnation game is fair. If the two of them fight one-on-one, guess whether Yuki will give her the time to unlock it?

"Ms. Ikaros, your epic metamorphosis is not for traveling alone."

"Yes, I need someone to cover me until I reach Stage III, but I don't want to implicate my friends."

"So you're lucky, at least in this copy, I'll protect your back." Yuki stretched out his hand.

Ikaros stood there, staring at the hand stretched out to his chest. He hesitated for a few seconds before shaking hands with it.

"Ok."

......

As the saying goes, time reveals a person's true character. Yuki doesn't have that much time to get to know each other, and the most efficient way of communication is fighting.

Ikaros is a player on the magical technology side. Her characteristics are precise calculation and super firepower. As for another aspect, Yuki wants to see the quality of the mechanical clan.

War Machine.

This is Yuki's evaluation. Whether in team battles or one-on-one duels, even if the Mechanical Clan has a Destruction Mecha, it is only at the level of Monster II. They cannot withstand their large numbers, strong firepower, and perfect coordination.

Battleships, turrets, destructive mechas, scouts and cannon fodder produced on various assembly lines, thousands of machines flooded the canyon, without fear of death, and would not be sad when their companions fell.

Iron filings were floating in the air. The Undead had a unique way of killing people. They let the machines rust into powder, filling the valley with gray-brown mist.

Ohm was directing his subordinates to clean up the battlefield. They did not communicate like humans, nor did they shout loudly after victory.

Everything was silent. The machines walked by coldly, carrying away their injured companions and reloading the undead. There was no report. The machine spirit that obtained command authority could get accurate loss information within a second.

"A total of 3372 war machines were damaged, 1750 of which were irreparable. The rest will be returned to the melting furnace for more efficient reconstruction."

"The biggest gain: The Titan mechas and mechanical warships suffered minimal damage. Calculating the loss ratio confirms that Ohm has achieved a decisive victory. This has been recorded in the database, and Ohm's command capabilities have been upgraded."

The machine soul was overjoyed, but Yuki, who was quietly listening to the report, shook his head.

"Since it's a victory, you should be happy."

"Negative! My calculations before the battle even began determined the probability of failure was 0.001%. Why should I be happy about a battle I'm sure to win?" Ohm turned his head, remained silent for a moment, and then gave a stiff smile.

"But since it was the clumsy Mr. Rhodes who begged, Ohm reluctantly agreed."

Damn, how come I’m the one begging?

If there weren't a few Titan mechas as big as mountains watching nearby, Yuki would have given this stupid machine spirit a beating. He had finally realized that these machines were both honest and cunning.

The Undead were guarding the gate for them, and they could be destroyed at will, which showed that they had this idea before, but the Webway Will was unwilling to take the risk of exchanging their children.

The undead are just a bunch of stinky dog-skin plasters. It is not difficult to eliminate them, but no one wants to bear the loss.

"For defeating one of the largest Undead settlements, the Mechanicals received a reward."

"Huh? What reward?" Yuki suddenly raised his eyebrows. He finally came to his senses. The main force of this crusade was actually the mechanical clan. He was only responsible for killing the generals and capturing the flag. No wonder humans did not get any benefits.

"Wait a moment, let me think about how to explain it."

Yuuki listened quietly and soon understood that this was a kind of resistance to "death". According to the mechanical tribe, it means that one can still move for a while after being completely destroyed.

Battle continuation?

He licked his lips, but he did not regret not bringing humans with him. On the one hand, with the current strength of humans, they could only deliver meat. On the other hand, Yuki had never thought of this skill.

The person is dead, there is no point in continuing.

Yuki raised his head and saw several golden giant ships circling in the sky. Angels with pure white wings were wandering around them, confronting the steel-colored, octopus-like warships of the Mechanical Clan.

"The angels have indeed arrived."

"Indeed, it is logical that Ohm has received a request for a meeting."

Because of the threat of "death", the angels have long wanted to take action in this canyon, but they have to worry about being attacked from both sides by the mechanical tribe, and they cannot afford to take away an archangel above the eighth ring, so they have been monitoring it.

It is a real surprise that the mechanical tribe has taken the initiative now. Of course, in the eyes of the proud angels, this means "since you are so sensible, I will give you a chance to negotiate."

At this level of the Great Game, no race is a fool, and the Mechanical Race must have deliberately attacked in order to gain contact. At this time, another benefit of Yuki bringing Ohm back appeared.

Because of the special nature of the mechanical race, even if the angels actively request contact, the Webway Will dare not meet them. They are too important and they don't want to take even a 0.01% risk.

"You're a perfect fit. The Sacred Machine Spirit holds a transcendent status, so even if you're lured, it won't cause irreparable damage. However, you're also very valuable, making you a good hostage."

"The Webway Will is not as bad as Mr. Rhodes. This is just a precise calculation of risks and benefits." Ohm wrinkled his nose, and the machine soul was displeased. Of course, in terms of the results, the two are the same.

"Mr. Rhodes, who is so powerful, will definitely protect the weak Ohm."

Damn, now you know how to flatter.

"Don't worry, the angels won't do anything to you, I promise."

"Okay, Ohm believes it."

Yuki opened his mouth, but the long explanation he had prepared was useless. He couldn't help but shake his head. This stupid machine spirit actually learned to answer questions quickly.

But there was really no problem, because the people on the angel side were his seniors, he was just a little confused.

"Why don't the races unite directly? Judging from the current situation, they seem to have this intention."

"Because of the risks, Mr. Clumsy Rhodes." Ohm, the snob, suddenly changed his address, data flashing in his eyes. "The database records 1087 assassinations resulting from alliances, 379 betrayals after alliances, and 32 races destroyed due to similar activities."

Yuuki nodded, knowing this, and then asked, "But according to the rules of the Great Game, helpers can sign contracts but cannot break them."

[Tip 3: Killing hostile races and players, or advancing your own race's progress, will earn you rewards. Based on your contributions, your race's voice will continue to increase. If you sign a contract on behalf of your race, it cannot be torn up.]

This is the tip, and the rule of the great game.

Ohm looked at him deeply and asked, "Aren't there even more conspiracies among you helpers?"

Yuki was immediately choked and speechless. His situation was a special one. It was not so easy for normal players to join forces. The 'race game' was different from ordinary dungeons. Weak players did not need to rely on others to be assigned to powerful factions.

He was just wondering why there was still a willingness to cooperate when the war had reached this point.

"There is no relevant information in Ohm's database. Judging from insufficient authority, this is considered top secret among all races. Correction: this is top secret among the front-line races."

Yuuki was somewhat disappointed by the Machine Soul's answer. Humans were obviously not among the top. It was impossible for the seniors to obtain top secrets by corrupting the angels. As for Ohm, he couldn't kill the Webway Will and let her inherit it.

"I am an assistant to humans, and I shouldn't be involved in the negotiations between the mechanical race and the angel race. Given the angels' arrogance, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but want to kill them." Yuki is not a coward who would smile when someone slaps him in the face, so he simply stretched his neck.

"You will lead the subsequent plans. Miss Ikaros will also be involved. I'll leave the contingency plan and schedule to you."

"I see. So, is the clumsy Mr. Rhodes going back to the weak humans? Ohm thinks it's a waste of time. A bunch of trash can't help much in this grand plan. It would be better for Ohm to restrain them and allow Mr. Rhodes to move more freely."

His amber eyes were filled with coldness. In the eyes of the machine spirit, Rhodes and humans were strictly distinguished, and he had no psychological burden at all to lock the latter up in an iron prison as a hamster.

"No, I will use even weak power." Yuki had no intention of correcting the machine soul's values. He glanced at the confrontation in the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and shook his head.

"Killing a bunch of people is just a bunch of things. It's not a grand plan. It's just an opportunity. Whether it can be accomplished depends on you."

The machine soul is calm.

Ohm nodded with a sense of mission. She knew the core purpose of this meeting between the Machine Clan and the Angel Clan. Killing was just a superficial act; the more important thing was to exploit a common enemy.

Talk about the future of great gaming.

......

After crossing the thousands-meter-high mountain, Yuki saw the blue "ocean".

Everything has been arranged, and the follow-up plan will naturally be completed by the organic soul. Yucheng trudged all the way according to the coordinates left by Philen, and finally arrived at this magical place on the edge of the outer ring.

Concentrating his attention, he discovered that what was in front of him was not the ocean, but some kind of blue energy particles. They filled the air, forming a beautiful mirage-like scene.

[Energy Phantom Sea, one of the habitats of the Warcraft tribe, extremely dangerous]

This was the description in the Mechanical Clan database. When Yuki heard the words 'Warcraft Clan', he knew he had come to the right place.

The gang committed the crime, which was due to Yuki's cheat. He had no sense of shame at all. If possible, he would like all ten races to be his own people and directly create a united front.

Considering the powerful individual strength of the Warcraft tribe, Yuki wandered outside the energy illusion sea. Their group had a tacit understanding. Since Philen gave the coordinates, they would pay close attention to the outside even after twenty days.

Because they knew that Yuki would definitely come.

Waiting patiently and observing carefully, the gray-red sky became increasingly darker, and there was a dead silence between heaven and earth.

No race dares to run wild here. Like the powdery earth, some debris washed away by time are like tombstones, quietly telling the horror of Warcraft.

To step in is to die.

This was his intuition telling him to go to warn him, so Yuki certainly wouldn't act rashly. He waited for a few more hours and finally turned back.

"You've been here a long time ago, why don't you come out?"

A phantom rose from the black powder. Looking closely, one could see a silver metal buried in the ground. It was some kind of Chaos Item that was difficult to detect before activation.

"Because I haven't seen my brother for so long, I was completely mesmerized." Mana, wearing a black and white dress, leaned forward with her hands behind her back, a happy smile on her face. "I haven't seen you for 23 days and 17 hours. Did you miss me, Mana?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Yuki clenched his fists. He had felt a prying eye a few hours ago and had been nervous and ready to run away at any time, but it turned out that this little female devil was playing a trick on him.

"No, we finally meet again, business is so boring. Don't stare at me, it's just an illusion, you can't hit it." Mana crossed his arms, looking scared.

"What do you want?"

"Just let Mana give you a good hug."

Mana wrinkled his nose and walked out from the light and shadow. Then he buried his little head in Yuki's arms, causing his clenched fists to loosen inadvertently.

The girl felt wronged and scared. She was alone in the Warcraft tribe, and it was not as comfortable as her senior sisters, and she could not be as busy as Yuki.

"Where's Philen? Isn't she with you?" Yuki raised his hand and stroked her soft black hair, as if he had returned to the Dark Continent.

Manas is different from other people. He has indeed depended on himself for a long time.

"She was assigned to a violent and smelly dragon, wandering around day and night. I was the only one in the energy illusion sea. Those monsters were very weird, and there was not even one to talk to." Mana said aggrievedly. For more than 20 days, she had not seen a single one of her kind.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yuki didn't know what to say.

"Well, but after seeing my elder brother, all the unhappiness of these days is swept away in an instant." Mana changed his expression faster than turning the pages of a book. He laughed and told what he had gained in the past few days as if he was telling a story.

It turned out that she was assigned to the 'Storm Whale' Mesodars, a giant whale bigger than a mountain. Although not tyrannical, he was very lazy. He woke up only a few times in more than 20 days, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Because the reputation of the Warcraft tribe is calculated on an individual basis, Mana can only stare at the giant whale and sleep all day long, which is extremely boring. However, she still tries her best to complete the dungeon.

After spending a few days, she discovered that the 'Storm Whale' had a characteristic, which was that it had a very strong sense of territory.

Anyone who dares to disturb its sleep will be punished, even if they are of the same species. So it uses the chaos props in the "treasure box" to frantically test the brink of death, trying every means to contact the monsters in the energy illusion sea, and runs back to the giant whale if it annoys anyone.

"There are probably dozens of monsters in the Fantasy Sea. The weakest ones are at Monster Level III. This is their characteristic."