I am a reincarnation player.

"I told you you can't hide it," Yuki clapped his hands and asked, "Then why are they fighting? For thousands of years, they've been fighting proxy wars. There's no need to fight them yourself."

"It is indeed a suspicious point. The strength of each lineage is similar, and there is no need to fight for power." Kong touched his nose. At the same time, dozens of clones were digging deeper along the clues.

"We found some fragmentary records that said all the lineages unanimously decided to start a war."

"Unanimous decision? Why?" Yuki looked back at the corpses on the ground. These gods looked strange in appearance, but none of them looked like lunatics.

Killing each other is usually a conflict of interest. How can there be a unanimous decision to kill each other?

The Divine Torch, it must be this thing. Judging from the current situation, the gods have long wanted to reveal the Divine Torch.

Yuki seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the planet covered by red clouds in the distance and saw countless light bands covering the world like a dense net. Why was it so close yet he couldn't touch it?

Through Hiyori's mouth, Yuuki already knew the information in the light band, which was conveying rules and requiring the angels to abide by these rules. The gods were closest to the divine torch and obviously knew the information conveyed by the light band better.

Rules? Rules of the game?

Yuuki and Sora looked at each other and saw that they both already had the answer.

"They unanimously decided to abide by the rules of the game, but something unexpected happened?"

"I'm wondering if the Divine Torch has been hanging there for a long time, and not just appeared because we came up here?" Sora paced back and forth, muttering to himself. "I found the records of other players, and the requirements for our predecessors' return are inconsistent."

This is of course a duplicate that is used repeatedly must be divided into stages. For example, during the prosperous period of hundreds of races, you have to kill them until only five races are left. No one can do it.

"Can they return if they help our forces eliminate one or more races?"

Sora looked sideways and nodded slightly.

That's similar to us, they also follow the rules of the game, so what are the basic rules of the great game?

Yuuki narrowed his eyes and read the background story from the beginning.

The gods who created the world have long since departed. For countless years, the various races of the Red Moon World have waged war over the 'Divine Torch' they left behind. This war is a most brutal and cruel game, shattering the earth, destroying lives, exterminating species, and even making the gods laugh. Now, this game has reached its final stage.

The earth was shattered, lives perished, species perished, and even the gods laughed...

war!

"The angels' intelligence is wrong. The gods are also participants in this game. They didn't set the current rules, so they need to abide by them."

"Well, or maybe they also want to change the rules."

"So the Torch appeared before we arrived, and the reason for its appearance was the Protoss Civil War. This war shattered the moon and pleased the gods."

"But the war got out of control, or rather the plan went awry."

"Too many fallen Protoss have obscured the Earth-Moon passage. The Earth should be the main stage. The battles among the hundreds of races may not be as fierce as those among the Protoss, but they are definitely more brutal."

"You mean to say that they're stuck, and because they don't know how much blood they need to please the gods, they don't dare to continue killing each other?"

"That's about right. That's why we're using the rules of the Great Game to invite more actors to the stage and use our blood to advance the process."

Two extremely smart people asked and answered questions based on the existing information and actually figured out the whole thing.

What a cruel world, what cruel gods.

Yuki took a breath. He finally understood why the gods wanted to turn this place into ruins. The plan was simple:

The Protoss were closest to the Torch, so they unanimously decided to kill each other, let the Torch appear, and decide which lineage would formulate new rules. Then, just like now, the Torch did appear, and the game progress was only that last bit.

This stage actually has nothing to do with the Protoss. At the end of the proxy war, there are still more than a hundred races, and it is impossible for anyone to snatch them away. They only need to overlook the stage with the Torch of God.

If one race isn't enough, then try exterminating ten. If one million isn't enough, then try exterminating ten million. It's not us who will die anyway, so we can just get the divine torch and reshape the rules.

"But they forgot that war will shatter the earth and leave corpses everywhere, but the rule of 'war' itself is full of uncertainties. It is easy to start a war, but it is difficult to end it." Kong sighed. He read through millions of words of battlefield records in a short time. Now that the results have been discussed, looking back, he found that the war started by the Protoss has finally gotten out of control.

"Every lineage wants to be the winner. Every Protoss is a complete life form. War breeds hatred, and extreme hatred transcends the game and directly overturns the table."

They had originally agreed upon the rules of the arena, such as a duel between the God of War and the Death, which not only ensured the intensity of the war would please the gods, but also fairly determined the final winner.

But how can war be fair? They will cheat, assassinate, and use any means necessary. In the later stages of the battle, the Divine Torch does appear, but the accumulated hatred makes it impossible for anyone to stop.

Too many gods fell, isolating the Earth and the Moon. There are only a few spectators left who should have been enjoying fine wine and watching the battle on Earth. Even the Moon was blown to pieces.

When they finally woke up from their dream and decided the winner, the progress came to a standstill.

The Divine Torch appeared, but even that final step couldn't be taken. The connection between Earth and the Moon was severed, and the hundreds of races on Earth couldn't see the Divine Torch, making it impossible to advance. They didn't dare to continue the fight. Who knew if only one of the gods remained, would that person be able to touch the Divine Torch?

No one is willing to do such a stupid thing as planting trees for future generations to enjoy the shade, so they can only wait, waiting for new actors to fill in the roles.

"No wonder they're hiding. No wonder they're trying every possible way to make us fight among ourselves. They're contacting the elves and dwarves not to delay progress, but to speed it up."

Yuki clenched his fists, his eyes flickering as he saw Ikaros, Slott and others around him who were already shocked.

In this final scene, the supporting characters cannot be too powerful, otherwise they will overshadow the main characters. The best solution is to trigger an internal fight among the five tribes, with everyone killing each other and bleeding like a river, so that the divine torch can be touched.

At that time, Marcus will be the first to seize the fruits of victory.

Now that the enemy's plan is understood, it is easy to deal with it.

"Spread the message to other races. Now there's no need to search for clues or suspect each other. Find those bastards and use their blood to please them..."

The command came to an abrupt end, without any sign or energy fluctuation, just a familiar and brief blur.

Space movement?

Yuki closed his mouth and saw ripples spreading in the space.

In the blink of an eye, the warships above disappeared, the red clouds disappeared, and the vast palace came into view. This palace was at least hundreds of meters high, with densely packed thick columns that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The wall is composed of spiral light bands, which look a bit like the transmission chain of DNA if you look closely. They are densely packed and quite spectacular.

Yuuki's pupils shrank slightly and he looked around. The clone in front of him, whose appearance was indistinguishable, turned into a young man with messy hair.

He had thick dark circles at the corners of his eyes, and was wearing a simple T-shirt and gray jeans, looking more like a otaku. The boy blinked, as if he couldn't understand why his epic transformation 'Gamer' had failed.

The clones converge? All beings who know the secret are involved?

Glancing to the side, humans like Slott, who was wearing power armor, were at a loss. The tentacles of the battle king insect were trembling like a mantis. Ikaros went straight into combat mode, and dozens of mechanical scouts were lined up in a directional formation. The mechanical angel in the middle had three pairs of steel wings. This was no ordinary scout.

Webway Will?

The mechanical race has a hive mindset, and Yuki deliberately let them guard nearby because all information will be gathered to the Webway Will and will spread throughout the race in a nanosecond. Even Yuki has never seen its true appearance.

How is this possible...

His pupils contracted. Although Yuuki was knowledgeable, he had never encountered such an indescribable thing. Even if he was restrained in space without any warning, how could he bring in the will of the Webway?

It was clearly not there.

There was a dead silence, and everyone stared at each other. Even the Cyberway Will, which had the highest computing power, had crashed. He found that all his data circuits had been cut off, and except for the vanguards around him, he could no longer contact his race.

"Fallacy. Even if we are trapped in the subspace, we can contact the database with a few more attempts."

Yuki couldn't answer his question. As an Epic II player, he found it difficult to explain the phenomenon that transcended space and time before him, and he quickly looked around.

In addition to the palace, columns and light bands, there are also many mummies, with strange shapes, obviously from the gods. Some are shackled like prisoners, and some are well-equipped, like trapped adventurers.

Prison? But why two completely different identities?

Yuki was thinking when suddenly, a burst of applause came into his ears.

popping.

There was clear applause, and everyone slowly turned around. Something incomprehensible happened again.

Originally, this strange building contained only a light network and countless cylinders, but at this time a long staircase appeared on the right side.

There is a stone throne on the stairs, and sitting on the throne is an extremely handsome blond young man, every inch of his skin and every muscle is carefully carved.

He held a wine glass, looking down at the crowd, his expression calm and his brows concealed an elegant arrogance, but it seemed out of place in this strange environment.

Everything is under control?

Yuuki understood this micro-expression and regained his composure while taking in the unknown.

"'God of War' Marcus?"

"That's right." The young man was not surprised. If he didn't know this, he wouldn't have received the invitation.

It was indeed Him.

Yuuki breathed a sigh of relief, and then his expression became strange.

This is quite efficient. He had just discussed with Kong who the leader of the gods was and got the final answer when he was directly drawn into this strange space, as if some condition had been triggered, and the condition had stimulated a certain passive ability.

If the other party was eavesdropping, it would be impossible for them to escape perception. Yuki seemed bored, but in fact he was always observing his surroundings. Besides, the Webway Will was far away in the core of the fleet, so why would he be involved?

The reason is unknown, but Yuki is not panicking. As an epic II level player, he is not just any ordinary person. He looks directly into those golden eyes.

"Are you really monitoring our every move, or are the angels, as servants of the God of War lineage, not the primary threat from the beginning?"

The young man nodded slightly and smiled. "I'm not spying on you, but you're quite clever and are acting outside the norm. So I have no choice but to invite you here as my guest."

It is indeed contrary to common sense. A normal person would have led the fleet into deep space long ago, but this person actually stopped on the spot to do archaeological work. This was definitely not one of the scenarios envisioned by the think tank.

"Don't be anxious. You have touched upon the truth. Your efficiency is truly astonishing. However, there are a few points I would like to correct." Marcus threw the wine glass into the air and raised his right hand.

"First, although I don't know who you were communicating with, I waited a long time until that subtle connection disappeared before sending the invitation."

Yuuki's expression changed slightly. It was surprising that Marcus had discovered "Shared Reading". You know, this thing allowed Yuuki to listen in on the Angel Tribe's strategy seminar in real time. No wonder he discovered that he was the mastermind behind all this.

The biggest disadvantage of shared reading is distance and time. Every 10 minutes of activation must be followed by a 30-minute cool-down. If a pattern is discovered, it is actually very easy to guard against.

"Secondly, the main reason for separating you is not to defeat you one by one, but because I need the space to manipulate."

"You're very confident," Yuuki interrupted, finally understanding why Hiyori said the angel was becoming increasingly anxious.

According to previous intelligence, the Protoss has control over the servants of this lineage. This control may not be absolute, but it definitely has an impact.

He took out the dragon spear and activated the epic transformation. It was not so easy to cover his mouth.

"Don't worry, distinguished guest. I'm about to correct your worst mistake, and the source of my confidence."

boom!

A gunshot suddenly rang out, and a red bullet flew out of the barrel, flying towards Marcus with roaring power, but visually, the bullet did not move forward at all and solidified outside the barrel.

Yuki narrowed his eyes, and without him saying anything, everyone around him quickly raised their weapons.

High-melta anti-ship gun.

Thermal Magnetic Rifle.

Whether it was Ikaros, the Webway Will, or ordinary human warriors, whether it was physical attacks or beam cannons, everything froze as soon as it flew out of the gun barrel. The young man on the throne supported his head and did not move an inch.

No wonder he dared to talk so much nonsense before the war, it turns out he had something to say.

Yuki rarely encounters enemies who can explain themselves. Arrogance without strength is a stupid behavior. Obviously, this person is not stupid.

Marcus looked at the people in the hall, admiring their futile shooting, and stretched out his second gun.

"Third, we didn't gain nothing from that upheaval. We're not as foolish as you think. We must have gained something after all."

reward?

The corner of his eye twitched slightly, and Yuuki looked at the Webway Will whose CPU was about to smoke, and Sora who suddenly realized something. His brain worked rapidly, and he got the answer almost at the same time.

The Divine Torch, it is the power of the Divine Torch. No wonder they can silently cross space and draw us in. They can mobilize the power of the Divine Torch.

"No! With this kind of power, the Gods would have annihilated us long ago." The Webway Will was the first to disbelieve it. As a purely logical being, there was no such thing as 'showing mercy' in its dictionary.

"It's simple. They can't do it. It's a matter of mastery." Yuki muttered to himself, his expression unsettled. "So that's how it is. The power of the Divine Torch is the rules. We've violated the rules He set."

At this point in the investigation, the answer is almost at hand. The power of the Torch is the rules. They found the answer and triggered the rules that had been set long ago, so the will of the Webway was involved, and that's why Marcus left no trace.

He doesn't need to monitor at all, and he hasn't even left here. 'Whoever gets the final answer will be sent here' should be the set rule.

What kind of turn-based game is this? I predicted his prediction and he also predicted mine.

Yes, Yuki originally wanted to fish, and as long as Marcus didn't kill him in seconds, his appearance would become the primary contradiction.

As he expected, Marcus did appear, but not as expected. The Protoss gained some of the power of the Divine Torch during the upheaval, and He pushed the limits of this intelligence.

His red eyes scanned the surroundings. The mechanical scouts were still attacking, wasting energy in vain. Yuuki sighed, but his face remained expressionless.

"If I'm not mistaken, this rule also restricts you, otherwise why would you be talking nonsense here?"

Yuuki held the gun steady and saw the surprise on Marcus' face.

"Mr. Rhodes, you are smarter than I thought. That's right, the rules apply to both of us. It's not right for the guests to come while the host leaves home." The blond young man nodded and suddenly heard the second gunshot.

boom!

The roar of this shot was even louder. Yuki directly unlocked the hunting mode and attacked with full force. The greater force made the projectile move forward several meters.

"Yes, the rules can be broken, but neither you nor I have the power to do so."