I am a reincarnation player.

"But they don't know the value of the Insect Tribe, and they're not yet good enough to make a decision."

"Then we must eliminate their right to choose. Based on this tacit understanding, I conclude that the Protoss have already intervened. They don't have—no, they don't have—the power to stop the Angel Alliance right now, but they are definitely near this battlefield."

Yuki spoke decisively, not even using the word 'guess' as a description, and scanned the battlefield again.

"The best way to deal with fence-sitters is to tear down the wall. If the Insect Tribe surrenders to me, I'll kill the God Tribe. I don't believe they'll have another way out."

"Even if it's just to distance themselves from each other, they will fight tooth and nail to destroy the other side. Remember, the Angel Alliance just doesn't want to lose strength here, not that they can't destroy both races at the same time."

On one side are the Protoss, on the other side are the Angel Alliance; one side maintains the status quo, while the other side moves on to the next stage.

The elves and dwarves were in a dilemma and had been calculating the pros and cons these days. Yucheng's method was simple and crude, directly cutting off their right to choose physically.

Collaborating with the Protoss naturally made them enemies of the Angel Alliance. Who dared to take the blame? With the enemy approaching, the only option was to pledge their loyalty by swearing their blood. They could continue to sit on the fence, and at worst, the last spot could be given to the Insects, allowing them to concentrate all their forces to annihilate both tribes simultaneously.

To put it bluntly, no matter how heavy the losses of the Angel Alliance are, the beneficiaries are the gods. What does it have to do with the two who perished?

"But the prerequisite is that the Protoss must be there, and we have to find Him." Ikaros searched the sky, but the energy particles were too active and he could not find any clues.

"Don't worry, the elimination of the Sirens and the Undead is proceeding simultaneously." Yuki floated into the air, guessing that the other party had some special hiding methods, but these active energy particles were the best protection for the two of them.

With the huge ships and roaring energy, it was difficult to notice the two players.

"Suppress the energy fluctuations, enter stealth mode, and we'll search inch by inch."

......

One hour, two hours, half a day, a day.

Time passed, and the battlefield did not change much. The violent attacks continued, but only a few warships were destroyed.

The two sides seemed to have maintained some kind of tacit understanding, and they only wantonly transformed the terrain. A basin with thousands of ravines and gullies gradually formed, and then maneuvered at super high speed.

The battle was fierce, but the results were minimal. Both sides focused more on areas outside the battlefield, and scattered scouts brought back various information.

The angels and the machines have impure intentions and have no intention of joining the battlefield, but this is understandable. The war between the Angel Alliance and the Sirens has already begun, and other humans are clearing out the undead. It is normal to wait until the fighting power is gathered before making plans.

There is also some bad news. The insect tribe has finally appeared. Led by their assistants, this group of ants is heading towards the inner circle, looking like they want to join the battlefield to gain trust.

But this is just a hidden danger. The dwarves and elves don't believe that the Angel Alliance will choose this group of weak ants. If they can split up, they will definitely destroy the insect tribe first, leaving the Angel Alliance with no choice.

But with two tigers watching nearby, neither side dared to separate their forces and continued to fight fiercely. Both the Elf Queen and the Dwarf Chief had plans in mind.

The gods will not stand idly by. As time goes by, their power will grow stronger. Once they have the power to intervene, they will not have to kill each other and can wait for the price to rise.

Join whoever offers better conditions. Anyway, the number of affiliated players is about to reach the critical point, and the two races can soon sign a ceasefire agreement.

They are not in a hurry. In this chaotic world, having guns in hand means having the right to choose. If they were not afraid of the Angel Alliance taking direct action, the two races would have already declared a truce.

The surging energy particles formed a tide, plunging the entire battlefield into a colorful mist. It looked beautiful but was full of destructive power. Occasionally, a beam of light swept by and blasted a deep pit in the ground.

"Anyone below the Extraordinary level wouldn't survive more than five seconds in this environment. I finally know what's causing the gray-red sky."

Yuki held his breath. These energy particles were like tiny blades when he inhaled them. This was a radiation zone that was enough to make the detector explode. Even monster-level players could not survive for long.

He did not dare to use energy conversion as there were countless detectors in the air. Fortunately, as an epic player, his control over energy had reached its peak, which was itself a stealth skill.

Soul mimicry allowed Yuki to almost blend into the energy tide, and Ikaros was nowhere to be seen around. The latter used the 'Mirage' system and was also stealthing.

For a whole day, the two of them wandered around the scorching battlefield. Because the elves and dwarves were lazy and only fired artillery from a distance without sending troops for close combat, how could they be discovered by the detector alone?

The responses of the two races made Yuuki certain that his idea was correct.

"I can't find it, but it must be there. They've clearly detected the movements of the Insectoids, yet they remain as steady as a rock. It seems the Protoss' power will grow over time. They're waiting for them to gain the ability to intervene directly."

Yuki deduced more from a hypothesis, and this was the only explanation.

Only when a force emerges that can compete with the Angel Alliance can the elves and dwarves take the initiative, and no one wants to become a tool.

Yuuki probably guessed what the two spokesmen wanted to do. It was human nature, and he would have made the same choice if he were in their place, but the premise was "fighting on equal terms". The fate of a race could not be weighed down by empty promises.

"From the time the alliance was formed, it's been eight days. How much power have the Protoss projected?"

Yuki even started to calculate the speed, but he was not in a hurry. Since the gods had not jumped out yet, they must be not strong enough. It was better to fight them on the ground than on their territory.

Wait, projection?

He came to think of it and realized that this was the most likely way for the Protoss to participate. After Kong's investigation, they had not directly participated in the Great Game for countless years.

This requires a price, otherwise why would we sit back and watch our servants being destroyed? Why not send down an oracle?

It certainly cannot be done easily. If there were no signs of the end of this great game, He would not easily intervene.

"Keep stealth and follow me."

Yuki was concise and to the point. This chaotic energy particle area covered tens of thousands of square kilometers, and any detection skills would be disrupted. For example, the demon's vision would be a mess, but if it was projected—

He hid his tracks and climbed amidst countless stray bullets, surpassing the altitude of both fleets and reaching an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

The sky seemed nearly endless. Yuki had tried, as had many other races. Physically speaking, flying to the moon was a futile effort. This seemed like a wondrous space where the sky rose endlessly.

Yuki didn't even think about flying across the sky. He just passed through the energy cloud that might take hundreds of years to dissipate, and stood side by side with Ikaros at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Colorful clouds were right under our feet, and fireballs with destructive energy exploded one after another. The shattered earth became small, and even the huge battleships became barely visible.

Ikaros didn't understand, but as the man pointed with his right hand, his red electronic eye shrank slightly.

In the field of view of full-spectrum energy detection, she saw a thin line connecting the clouds and the sky. Looking up, the line went beyond the sky and went straight to the broken moon.

The red moon.

......

"As you might expect, the chaotic battle made it impossible for anyone to make a decision."

Dimitri hid in the cracks of space, quietly observing the battlefield. Destruction was the thing that all races feared the most. Even though the Angel Alliance had an absolute advantage, because they knew about the Protoss but did not understand them, they did not dare to pay too much price before starting the final stage.

They were waiting, waiting for the dwarves and elves to be unable to bear the pressure and decide the winner, but the latter were not fools. If there had been no previous contact, they would have already followed the script.

But now they know there is another option, why not delay it? No matter which side they choose, they can get a good price.

"Servants are always inferior, but I want you to observe more than just this." Marcus swirled his glass, speaking with admiration. "The losers perished, their bodies blocking the passage. We are like flowers in the fog above the red moon. Do you remember the last time you witnessed it with your own eyes?"

"Three thousand years ago, I remember the last descendants of the Mekhan lineage chose to exile themselves. Through the hole they dug, we can clearly see the earth. I remember there were 117 races at that time."

Dimitri immediately replied that Yuki had actually guessed wrong about one thing, which was that the second cataclysm shattered the moon, causing the fall of many lineages of the gods, isolating transportation, and obscuring vision.

The proxy war ended, and each race could no longer receive the oracle and began to participate in the game according to their own will. It was at that time that the entire great game got out of control.

As more and more dense energy particles accumulated, the gods high above could no longer see the battle situation on the ground. It was not that they could not "come down to earth", but this was a one-way ticket, and the gods, who had suffered heavy losses, did not have so many scouts to waste.

They came this time simply because the formation of the Angel Alliance had triggered the alarm. As the race closest to the Torch, they could feel that the game was nearing its end.

"These races have gone out of control. They have evolved into enormous power in endless fighting and can now threaten us." Dimitri is as strong as steel. This is the meaning of his observation.

The elves and dwarves were both playing tricks, but the fight was lively. As a bystander, he saw hundreds of destructive fission bombs being fired as if they were free. The last time he saw this thing was three thousand years ago. It was the secret weapon of the dwarves. One bomb changed the course of the battle and pulled them back from the brink of destruction.

"Yes, it's out of control. That's why I never intended to unite the dwarves and elves. They are not worthy, and I can't let two military alliances confront each other and evolve into a more terrifying force."

Marcus inherited the title of 'God of War', and no one knew more about the potential that would be unleashed in endless fighting than him.

"I understand. You want to use them to weaken the power of the Angel Alliance."

"Well, my lineage is fading, and I don't want to suffer another huge loss. This is a perfect opportunity to reveal the Divine Torch." Marcus took a sip of his blood-red wine, his eyes rational yet frantic. "The Divine Torch can only be in the hands of those of us who possess the blood of the gods. I want to reset the rules and start the Great Game from scratch. After all these years, I'm tired of watching even the most exciting shows."

With a clear goal and direct ideas, the elves were fooled around. Dimitri's mission never included "rescue".

He was only responsible for giving hope, allowing the dwarves and elves to unite to fight against the Angel Alliance, and then adding the projected power to fight the Angel Alliance to the point of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

These two races must be eliminated. If that is not enough, He can even help eliminate the Sirens and Insects. When the remaining races are less than five, the road to heaven will be opened.

The Angel Alliance has suffered heavy losses. What can they use to snatch the Divine Torch?

Dimitri lowered his head, sighing at the chain-like concept, and sang a hymn to the 'God of War' who unified all lineages and slew the blood of his own kind.

"Then I just need some time."

Invisible golden light came from the moon and split into several beams above the head. Some shadows were solidifying, and dozens of gods were slowly passing through the barrier and descending onto the earth.

Without wasting a single moment, He didn't even have time to carefully study the reasons for the establishment of the Angel Alliance and what those strange helpers meant.

In a matter of days, at most five, at least three, I can lead my compatriots to attack, starting with the servants of Mecha-God, attracting moths like a bonfire, and then burning them together with the angel allies.

As an absolutely rational creature, each subsequent step of the plan unfolded in his mind one by one. The mission of making the gods great again made his heart become hot, but then fell into an ice cellar in an instant.

"What are you...laughing at?"

An indifferent, soft moaning voice came from behind. Dimitri turned around in confusion and saw a man with black hair and red eyes standing behind him.

Impossible, the divine realm cannot be observed.

The first thought was unbelievable, but the facts were irrefutable. The other party stretched out his hand, creating a ripple in the air, and with a crisp "click", it passed through the barrier of space.

The Furnace of Night was not activated, but the stripping of space broke the barrier, and the black-haired young man and the pink-haired girl came in.

"Is this the divine realm mentioned in the air intelligence? They actually created a subspace. No wonder I couldn't find you even after digging three feet underground." Yuki looked around and saw dozens of phantoms. Some of them looked sideways, and some were at a loss.

A kind of reality projection, which digitizes the body and energy and "writes" them out of thin air. What a high-end technique.

Yuki breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for a sudden flash of inspiration, he really wouldn't be able to find these people.

"The most dangerous place is also the safest place. Once the projection is complete, we can directly participate in the battle. The so-called God Clan has no honor at all. It's really disappointing."

The corner of Dimitri's eye twitched slightly, and this sentence made his heart stop for a moment.

Bad news, he knows the gods.

Another even worse news was that he knew the Protoss very well and even guessed the entire plan.

How to do it?

There is no need to think about it at all, because the superheavy particle beam has already blasted down through the hole.

Swah——

Ikaros started with a big move, which hit the man and refracted the light. It was like a shield formed by countless hexagonal light crystals, rejecting all attacks.

Immortal lineage. Tai crystal light spot.

boom!

A huge amount of energy exploded within the subspace, causing countless cracks to appear in the surrounding air. Yuki watched him leap out of the subspace, watching the light crystal deform and spew out pure white energy.

Storm Blade.

The epic transformation had already begun. The sword and spear transformed into thunder slashed down fiercely, like a mainstay, splitting the turbulent energy flow to both sides.

Epic strength, in terms of attack and defense, is almost the strength of epic II.

The 'Tactical Psychic Glasses' judged the values ​​as the eternal night spread. Yuki did not fight back, but scanned the battlefield with his eyes.

Those phantoms also started to move, or to be more precise, some of the phantoms, the kind of gods that could be sensed. Theoretically, they should be the subordinates of this crystal-like being, but in reality, their abilities were varied and completely opposite.

Some of them emitted golden light and rushed forward to fight, some emitted black mist, swallowing up the eternal night, and some split into hundreds on the spot.

Pedigree, family, eh, are the gods different?

Yuki suddenly had an inspiration. Sora's information was a prerequisite. If he wanted to get closer to the truth, he always believed in trying it himself.

"These phantoms are not strong. I'll leave them to you to kill. Record all their energy spectra and skills, and take them back to compare with Sora." Yuki handed over such a professional task of 'recording' to the omnic and suddenly merged into the eternal night.

"Leave that guy to me."

Dimitri has left the warp, and the battlefield seems unusually quiet. This is natural. The elves and dwarves are not fools, and the energy aftermath of the epic battle cannot be concealed at all.

How to do it? How to make up for it?

His mind was a little confused. His plan was perfect, except for the fact that he couldn't be caught in advance, because that was impossible.

He knew almost nothing about the races on earth except the name "Gods". Even when he came into contact with the elves, he wasted a lot of time proving his identity.

"They are helpers. How did they know of our existence? And how did they find me?"

His heart was in turmoil, but Yuki would not give him a chance to think. The Thunder Dragon suddenly broke through the darkness and hit him directly.

Boom!

A golden thunderstorm exploded in the 'cloud', engulfing several elves who came to check the situation. Cracks appeared on the crystal, and Dimitri fell to the ground under the force.

Don’t think about anything now, just run first.

Immortal Lineage. Armor of Sighs.

The crystal transformed again, turning into a translucent, beautiful crystal armor like a gem. The next moment, Yuki suddenly appeared from the eternal night, grasping the flying sword and spear, and like the most skilled assassin, he slashed from the side and back.

clang!

A spark flashed, and the force that fed back made Yuki's palm numb.