I am a reincarnation player.

"State of war, Golden Fleet, move out."

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The ancient giant tree had long since died, its body transformed into a warship. The compartments separated by its roots were made of materials beyond any known alloy, and the massive magic core could carry a large amount of firepower.

Every race is evolving in the Great Game, with stronger magic and higher-powered energy, all in the service of war. As the game draws to a close, the Elf Queen feels both yearning and worried.

The Four Races Alliance possesses overwhelming power that no single race can resist. If her assigned assistants had not been so stupid, she would have joined long ago.

But then again, she didn't expect the situation to change so quickly. The alliance was formed before she knew it, leaving her completely unprepared.

According to the helper, this is a group of abnormal beings of the same kind, and their target should be the helpers of the mechanical race. Who could have expected this? I thought that as recorded in the literature, the helpers could not change the direction of the game.

So she had no choice but to go to war with her old enemy if she didn't take the last ticket. But at this time, the messenger from the Red Moon brought another option.

The gods, they still exist.

The elves knew about the second cataclysm, or in other words, any race on earth that was not blind could see the cataclysm on the moon and had explored the closed sky.

The conditions are simple: unite with the dwarves, add the undead and the sirens. This is certainly not enough, but the gods will directly participate to make up for the shortcomings in strength.

The two alliances confront each other, neither can defeat the other, and the great game will continue.

"Your Majesty, have you not considered this yet? The Sirens will be destroyed, and you will have fewer trump cards."

A handsome man with dazzling blond hair and marble-like appearance stood beside the throne, and the sense of oppression on him was increasing with every second.

"The Sirens are too weak. Whether they exist or not is irrelevant to the overall situation." The Queen turned her head and smiled slightly mockingly. "Angels are watching us. If they discover that the elves and dwarves have joined forces, they will attack with all their might. You are not enough to provide protection."

She is not stupid. These gods obviously want to use the elves as cannon fodder and suffer losses on both sides with the Angel Alliance.

Suspicion, jealousy, procrastination, the God of Elves really created a group of inferior servants. After so many years, the inferiority engraved deep in their souls still exists.

The man was a little disappointed, but rationality was also engraved deep in the soul of the gods, and he understood the thoughts of these servants.

It has been too many years, and he has wasted too much time just explaining his identity. The elves have no idea how powerful the gods are. It is a pity that the gods who created this pair of servants have long since fallen, and there is no way to suppress them with power.

When it comes to talking about interests, how can these races that have been fighting brutally for countless years be easily persuaded?

"My power needs to be delivered gradually across the 'boundary', which does take time." The man said sincerely. He seemed like a projection that was constantly solidifying, and Yuki really guessed it right.

The second upheaval separated heaven and earth. It was not that the gods did not want to interfere, but every intervention came at a huge cost. The Elf Queen did not know that if a man completely descended, he would never be able to return. If he wanted to go home, there would be no situation of confrontation between the two allies.

"There's still time. I can wait for you." The queen smiled politely, stood up, and wandered a few steps, her expression pitiful. "I don't have any problems, actually. You have to convince those dwarves first. They keep shouting for war and killing."

"I have met the dwarf chief, and it will take some time to convince him."

"That's why I told you not to rush. Convincing the dwarf and then allowing the helpers to obtain the contractual authority will take time."

"Is the supervision of the great gods no more useful than those alien visitors?"

"No, the glory of the gods has long become a legend. I only believe in the rules of the great game." The queen's face suddenly became expressionless, filled with supreme majesty. As the spokesperson of the race, she was responsible for the survival of the elves. How could she make a decision easily?

If it were the orcs, they would have started fighting long ago after hearing that there was a powerful boss protecting them, but the elves were different. They had not even thought clearly about whether to accept the olive branch.

The legendary Protoss actually acted as a contact person. Doesn't this show weakness? If we work together with the bird people, what if we can obtain the torch and become the new Protoss?

These inferior elves are the ones who are truly in two minds.

The marble-like man was very clear-headed and knew how greedy the elves were and that they were a very difficult race to control.

But there is no way, the easy to control and powerful one has become the enemy.

"Master Marcus is right. This great game has reached a dead end. It's time to establish new rules. After tens of thousands of years, no matter how exciting the show is, it's getting boring."

The man shut his mouth. He needed strength now. It would be best if these ten races perished together. When the Protoss was weakened by internal strife, a group of killing machines carefully selected from endless killings would be too dangerous.

Humph, you want to use me as cannon fodder.

The queen glanced at the man. She was also very sober and was now more troubled by one thing.

"When will those good-for-nothings accumulate enough merit to get the agency rights so I can hedge my bets."

She was really screwed by the assigned players. Players cannot establish contracts without agency rights, so she cannot join the Angel Alliance, even if she follows the Protoss' plan.

Without a contract, how could she dare to cooperate with the smelly dwarfs? You have to know that those dwarfs were hedging their bets just like her, and had already received information about the contact between the dwarves and the angels.

"Those dwarfs won't get the last ticket and put on a show with me. If they really join forces with the Angel Alliance, how can I stop them?"

The queen began to worry and be suspicious again, looking at the magic light curtain from time to time. The mechanical race's steel fleet was cruising right behind her. What if the dwarves started a war and stabbed the elves in the back? Wouldn't the elves be doomed?

There is still time. At the very least, I have to wait until the Sirens are eliminated. Then I will have to make up my mind.

They didn't dare to retreat, nor did they want to fight, so the situation came to a standstill. At this moment, a beautiful elf maid came over, and bowed slightly as if she didn't see the handsome man next to her.

"Your Majesty, there are unusual movements among the angels."

The magic light curtain immediately shifted its target, and a golden warship appeared on the screen. The coordinates made the queen jump up.

"Oh no! This is behind the dwarf. Why didn't those birdmen inform me when they were about to attack?"

"This is forcing the dwarves to break the balance." The man understood what it meant in an instant. The elves were in front and the dwarves were behind. It looked like two breads sandwiched with cheese.

What choice does the Dwarfs have? Fight the Angels with all their might? Not to mention whether this is even possible, what are the implications behind it?

"I'll go right away."

"Don't waste your energy. Do you think those stinky dwarves will believe you? Just relying on your words, will the dwarves be at ease and leave their backs to me?" The queen frowned and looked at another screen.

The machines are also approaching. In the eyes of the dwarves, this is a sign of a joint attack by the elves, angels, and machines. But in the eyes of the elves, doesn't it look like the dwarves, angels, and machines joining forces to deal with them?

It is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, and the battlefield is like a biscuit, with one layer sandwiched within another.

The mechanical and angel tribes were far away from the battlefield, and their cruising speed meant they couldn't join the battlefield within half a day, but they had blocked all their retreat routes.

"Do you have any way to stop them? Even if it's possible?" The Elf Queen looked at her sideways. She didn't want to hear any nonsense.

The man hesitated for a few seconds and slowly shook his head: "With my current ability, I can't stop it, and it might even expose me."

The Angel Alliance certainly knew of the existence of the Protoss, but they certainly didn't know that they had the ability to interfere directly. But with such a result, it didn't matter whether they had the ability to interfere or not.

"Then don't blame me." The queen was decisive. Being a fence-sitter also requires tactics. The Protoss is of no use now, and the butcher knife of the Angel Alliance is already over their heads.

"There may be opportunities for cooperation in the future, but I cannot allow those dwarves to join the Angel Alliance and destroy the great elves. I won't tell you about your affairs, so please do as you please."

This was an order to expel the guest. The man did not insist and disappeared on the spot with a sigh. The only thing he gained was that he had the upper hand over the elves' hesitation, which might be useful in the future.

"Too fast! Could it be that they predicted we would intervene? That's impossible. The gods have disappeared for ten thousand years."

The man came into the air and saw two fleets setting sail and heading towards them. There was nothing he could do about it. The elves and dwarves were sworn enemies, and this amount of time was not enough for him to operate.

The two races joining forces are indeed a huge force, but whether it is the elves or the dwarves, if one of them joins the Angel Alliance, the other will be crushed directly.

No one dares to bear this price, so they must fight to the death to prove their loyalty, or eliminate the other side to get the last ticket.

"Dietrich, do you think it's possible that those slaves were trying to destroy both sides?"

A voice suddenly appeared in my ears. It was calm, indifferent, and filled with supreme majesty, like a high-ranking audience watching the fight between gladiators.

"It's unlikely, Lord Marcus." Dietrich bowed slightly and replied, "I've investigated with maximum efficiency. Of the ten slaves, only the elves and dwarves are worthy of being allies. The others are either too weak, or we dare not let them obtain the torch."

The Orcs have been eliminated, the Sirens are under attack, and there is no possibility of an alliance with the Undead. There are only three races left, and a quick look at the chart will reveal the answer.

"Dwarves, elves, and insects. We can't abandon two powerful races and unite with the insect race, which has little combat power."

"Don't forget humans. Helpers are a wild card," the God of War warned, swallowing softly as if he had just drunk nectar. "Continue to cross the barrier and concentrate your strength. What I can guess, the servants will guess too. Just watch, they won't fight to the death. If they feel like they're being besieged, their survival instinct will make them embrace each other."

Dietrich was stunned. This was really possible. No wonder the Elf Queen issued an expulsion order instead of hunting him down to show her loyalty.

"Then what do I need to do?" The man bowed and paid tribute to the only remaining patriarch of the lineage.

"Help them when the time is right. Eliminate as many slaves as you can. Then enjoy the rest. These are the last few scenes of the drama before the return of gold."

"Since this is a play, I need actors. Without them, I can't get the torch. But the actors can't be so strong that they can't get out of control. We must ensure that we are the final winners."

"Yes, Lord Marcus." Dimitri lowered his head. They had been planning for this since before the second upheaval and would never tolerate failure.

Above the red moon, a handsome blond young man sat on the throne. He was dressed in a white gauze robe, and every cell in his body was as perfect as if it had been carved with a knife or an axe.

The image of the earth emerged in his golden eyes. The huge palace was lonely and cold. He was alone, shaking his wine glass and singing softly. The choir's ensemble filled the hall.

"The red moon is shattered, and the genealogy is withered."

"The fighting is like a sea of ​​blood, and war pleases the gods."

"Great game, great game, the torch reappears, and the rules are reconstructed."

"With our blood, we will rebuild the Gods and sever the bonds of heaven—"

"Control your destiny!"

Chapter 22: Sit tight and wait!

it has started.

Yuki raised his head and watched the nuclear bombs filled with destruction explode in the sky, and the emerald green protective shields rose and fell one after another.

The explosive bombs were like suns, flashing, dazzling, and linked together in strings. The light spears of the elves were no less powerful, like beams of light flying back and forth. When they came into contact with the transfer field of the airship, they flew all over the sky like flowers scattered by fairies.

boom--

The dull sound of explosions continued to ring out. When stray bullets landed on the ground, they created deep pits, or when they passed over the mountaintops, the sound of rocks collapsing could be heard.

The war between the two races was even more intense than the siege against the Inquisitors. After all, players were small targets with strange abilities, making it impossible for them to engage in a direct confrontation with a fleet. It was more like a fight between two giant beasts, without any fancy moves.

Destructive power, defensive power, tactics, that's everything, and watching the fight between the two powerful races, Yuki became more convinced of the "theory of evolution".

Of course, there were epic strongmen in ancient times. According to the documents Kong found, this world has experienced countless changes.

From the initial duels between strong men, to the later gentlemen's wars, to the Forbidden Magicians, the Blood Castle Knights' Charge, and the gun-shooting wands, countless more efficient and powerful things have been developed. Races that developed a little slower would have been exterminated long ago, or turned into rats like humans.

Philen should be more aware of this. After being sealed for decades, a powerful demon will fall behind the times.

So, can the gods, who are far away from the world, withstand the sharp weapons produced by the raised insects?

Yuuki became more and more confident, but after looking for a while, he slowly shook his head.

"They're playing tricks. As expected, none of the surviving races are easy to deal with."

The two races were fighting fiercely, but in reality, it was just dozens of warships lined up in formation, firing at each other beyond visual range across 200 kilometers. The special effects were brilliant, but the actual casualties were very small.

They weren't stupid. What if the Angel Alliance wanted to annihilate both sides? If they really wanted to fight to the death, they had to wait until the contract was signed.

The problem is, the quota is full.

"Should we give an order to Captain Skywing to speed up the advance?" Ikaros had been calculating. Now that the fleets of the Mechanical and Angel Clan had slowed down, they were not willing to rush into the battlefield.

"No, if we push them too hard, they will have no choice. Once they gather together for warmth, it will be difficult to eat them." Yuki didn't know how powerful the gods were yet, so he wouldn't use up his trump card.

The fisherman cannot leave the game too early. No matter which side he joins, the other side will fight to the death.

"How are the Sirens doing?"

"The battle has already begun. Calculations show that we don't have the strength to crush our opponent. Why not send more people?" Ikaros asked back. The Sirens' side consisted of Mai Sakurajima and others, some mechanical tribes, and two epic monsters.

"Because I have to ensure the suppression of this battlefield. Don't worry, they can take it down. What about the humans?"

"We are currently clearing out the third undead settlement. Do you want to see a detailed battle report?"

Yuki shook his head. The Undead were experience packs. After the death of their spokesperson, the strength of the entire race was weakened. As for the war props created by humans, he simply couldn't understand them.

The plan is progressing smoothly, and we just have to wait for the winner to be decided.

"Based on the current intensity, they can fight continuously for more than five days, during which time accidents may occur." Ikaros calculated the result and there was no need to remind him what the accident was.

As for the Protoss, if they really intervene, the longer it takes, the better. Also, the players affiliated with the two tribes are frantically gaining reputation in the war, and it won't be long before they can obtain authority.

The quota has been filled, and no matter which side comes to sign the contract, it will not be possible. Yuki is even more afraid that the gods will mediate and let the elves and dwarves sign a contract and put their backs on each other.

Hatred is negligible compared to survival.

How to do it? How to let them fight to the death without any worries?

His fingers tapped lightly on his thigh. With the enemy's IQ online, it was not easy to be the one who took advantage of the situation. He had to start over with the whole plan, and his eyes swept across the battlefield again and again.

"Time is on my side. Every bit of energy I can use is valuable. I'll use this time to eliminate the Sirens and the Undead." I gathered my open palms into a fist.

"But I can't just stand by and watch. Ideally, the fists are withdrawn. The elves and dwarves have both been defeated. What can cut off their retreat? Why should I just focus on grabbing the last ticket?"

Following strict logic, Yuki deduced layer by layer and soon came up with an idea.

"Tell Kong to lead the Insect Tribe to the battlefield. The entire tribe should come. The Long-Eared Monster and the Dwarf will be constantly monitoring the surroundings, so they will definitely be discovered."

"You want to use the insect race to force them?" Ikaros reacted. Now there is only one ticket, and three races are competing for it. If the elves and dwarves are fence-sitters, don't blame the Angel Alliance for looking for other partners.

"Well, they don't know a key piece of information." Yuki raised a finger and said coldly, "I know more about the 'Protoss' than they imagine, and I predicted that the Protoss would intervene."