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If that kind of thing were detonated, it might really be able to achieve the feat of killing gods...

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After the matters related to the forest elves were successfully resolved, the second matter was also solved——

Hubi reconnected with the U-series connector, but according to Hubi, the price was that she shared all the "memories" during this period with all machines.

When he said this, Hubie's face still had an inorganic expression, but his tone was a little more embarrassed.

However, after a period of time, Hubei analyzed the results of human "heart" language, and he felt that there should be no problem.

But is it really okay?

When the all-black-robed mecha came to visit, I always felt that something was wrong with the way the so-called "Full-Connected Command Body" (Einzishi) looked at me.

Is it an illusion?

After Rick informed these Machinas of their strategies, in addition to Hubi staying behind, he also left an extra machine——

A short-haired female robot wearing a revealing dark blue maid outfit.

As for why it’s a maid outfit——

"[Answer] According to the information uploaded by Hubi "The Willer", this costume has been reproduced on this machine."

Oh, that seems to be the case.

During those days when he was studying magic with Hubie, it seemed that he did let Hubie use reconstruction to recreate some of the things in his memory...

Okay, I can’t get rid of this pot.

And it seems quite suitable to wear on this tall female robot.

At least it's much more suitable than when Hughby put it on.

"So, where's your name?"

"[Apologies] This unit does not have a name, I'm sorry."

The short-haired woman lowered her head and apologized, and added: "[Disclosure] The identification number of this machine is Ec001Bf9048a2, and it is also known as the "E-Connection First Command" (Alt Imiel Krastan Ein). Please take care of me.”

"....Too long, difficult to remember, rejected."

Su Feng expressionlessly rejected the title.

The short-haired woman seemed very surprised. There was something wrong with her eyes when she raised her head and looked at Hubie, as if she wanted something but didn't get it.

Seeing this, Su Feng suddenly understood.

It seems that when he first met Hubie, he repeated Hubie's identification code. Is the other party longing for this?

So he tentatively repeated: "Ec001Bf9048a2?"

"..."

Although there was no response, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the short-haired maid.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine how such an inorganic life form could reproduce something like eyes.

"But your name is too long, can you change it to a shorter one?"

When he just said these words, a stream of data flashed in the eyes of the short-haired maid. She lowered her head again and said expressionlessly: "[Request] Please help this machine find a human name."

"How about 'Yimiel Ain'?"

He was a bad namer, so he shortened the other person's nickname.

"Understood." The other party did not mean to refuse, "[Login] This machine will be 'Yimier Ain' from now on. Please take care of me in the future."

This level of decisiveness gave him the feeling that if he casually named a cat or a dog, the other party would most likely accept it.

As simple as a child....

In this way, the name of Ymir Ain was finally decided.

However, he couldn't figure out the purpose of sending Yimiel Ain here to stay. He even kept silent about this matter and seemed a little angry?

Well, it doesn’t matter.

After all, the joyful carnival is slowly kicking off——

After two months, the layout was finally completed. Except for the gods and Flügels who had not yet been pulled out, the other thirteen races joined the battle one after another and formed two alliances——

Led by the forest elves, the alliance formed by the fairies and dragon elves;

Led by the remaining goblins, the giants and most fantasy species formed an alliance.

The two Alliance fleets have already set off, heading in the direction Rick expected.

The few remaining demon species, as well as the orcs who were almost exterminated, were on the alert for the "nuclear weapons" on both sides and were moving.

As for why the goblin species is a remnant?

Of course it was done by Su Feng.

In order to avenge himself when he first came to the world, Su Feng made a special trip to Haddonfell, the home of the goblins.

It's a pity that Okan, the god of forging, was not seen. It seemed that he knew the news in advance and ran away.

So he just destroyed a few fleets at random, and released Jibril to wreak havoc, taking away a lot of books along the way.

The fact that the war situation has developed to what it is today is all due to the 179 ghosts at the beginning, with Aha behind the scenes and Aizen making trouble everywhere.

However, these ghosts who are willing to sacrifice for their homeland are also very clear——

Without their intervention, with human power alone, it would have been a long process, perhaps months, perhaps years, full of unknowns.

...

Night time.

Su Feng took out the weapons from his backpack and laid them out on the table, using the dim kerosene lamp to wipe them gently.

"You have to take Malicus's black sword, two divine body swords, one Dragon King Rock Sword to release the original lightning power when the time is right, and the demon sword that has been with me the longest, the Sea of ​​Blood and Corpses... You must be thirsty for the blood of the gods from another world, right?"

Su Feng's fingertips gently rubbed the blade, listening to the faint sound of the sword.

These are all gods-killing weapons made by the hands of Master Xiu Gu.

And to be honest, his mood at this moment is also extremely uneasy, just like the first time he walked into the golden tree and faced Radagang and the Beast of Elden.

His heart was surging.

The God of War Artosh, perhaps the most powerful of all the enemies he met.....

Just then, the door was knocked and then pushed open.

"That....excuse me..."

"Oh? Kron? Why are you here? And what are you doing...?"

Turning his head, he saw Kron walking in with a simple but hearty meal.

"I heard Rick say a few days ago that the decisive battle was about to begin, so I thought about coming here to see what I could do..."

Klon put the plate in front of him and whispered softly, as if he was talking about family matters: "Our settlement has now reached 8,000 people. Previously, we used smoke signals and scouts to explore the northern part of Lucia, where we found many settlements and successfully joined them..."

Su Feng just listened quietly without interrupting.

"Su Feng... No, Mr. Su Feng, thank you so much. If you hadn't appeared, I'm afraid Rick would have collapsed long ago, and our settlement... I'm afraid we would have died long ago."

"You're welcome. To be exact, it has nothing to do with whether we appear or not. It's all your own efforts."

"No." Kelong shook his head and denied his statement: "Although you and Kaguya often say that the future is predetermined, our current future is indeed saved by all of you..."

"And tomorrow, the war will begin, and you will face the most powerful God species..."

"Although I can't do anything, I hope you can win the first battle and return safely! You must live no matter what. Only by living can you have a brand new future!!! I will wait for your return!!!"

This sentence seemed to exhaust all of Kelong's courage, and he ran out of the room after saying it.

That was not shyness, but holding back tears.

Kelong knew very well how many heroes had sacrificed to prepare for all this and for the future of mankind.

A total of 179 people, although no one died, their bodies were already full of wounds, and even Rick was no exception.

In order to turn the tide and win the war, these people can be said to have risked everything.

As a representative of mankind and the savior, Su Feng is fine now, but he will face the god of war Artosh tomorrow. No one can know what the future will be like and what the ending will be...

But one thing is certain, that is, this war must be tragic.

Su Feng looked at the empty door, without saying anything or trying to stop him, but with a faint smile, he whispered: "Thank you for your blessing, Miss Kelong."

However, after a while, two other figures appeared outside the door.

"Since you are here, come in, Hubie and Yimil Ain."

One tall and one short, one big and one small, two figures walked in silently and stood beside him.

Just the silence made Su Feng curious.

"What's wrong? You came to me, you must have something to say?"

".....Su Feng, is tomorrow's battle really okay?"

"【Question】Is there anything that we Mecha-Machinas can do for you?"

The two spoke almost at the same time, which made Su Feng, who was originally maintaining his weapon, put down his sword and looked at the two curiously.

"What's the problem? Aren't the strategies already decided? You are the fuse of the war, and I will deal with the God of War Artosh and the Flügel myself, what's the problem?"

"...No..." Hubie shook his head and said: "...You said before...The probability of winning or losing is always 50%...So just now, Hubie used the joint to recalculate the probability. The possibility of Su Feng defeating Artosh...is still less than 10%...and the survival rate...is less than 1%."

Imir Ain echoed: "【Affirmation】This is the result we got after 20 simulations. If we count the support of Mecha-Machinas, the winning rate can be increased to 100% Thirteen, the survival rate is as high as 3%.

So, this machine suggests——”

“I reject your suggestion.” Su Feng said bluntly: “It is not worth sacrificing your entire race for that tiny number, and for me, as long as there is 1%, it is enough, which is no different from 100%. ”

“... Hubie... don’t understand, we are all machines, props... not life forms... and there is no death... As long as the memory can be passed on, our Mecha race is equivalent to being alive.”

“【Affirmation】This machine agrees with Ms. Hubie’s statement.”

“Ha....”

Looking at the big and the small echoing each other like a crosstalk, Su Feng couldn’t help laughing, “I say, did you misunderstand something?

In my eyes, you have never been props. Hubie, Imil Ain, these are your names, and the memories shared by your connected bodies are your unique feelings. How can such existence be called a prop?

You have long been a member of the intelligent race, but your rationality always denies this.

And I, although I am not a good person, my hands are stained with the blood of countless people, but I am not so bad that I need the sacrifice of an entire race to improve the number that is still despairing after the change.

You just need to do what you should do, and leave the rest to me -

Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven.

I am a lucky person, how could I die? "

In order to convince the two Ex-Machinas, Su Feng even set a flag for himself.

And the two Ex-Machinas were persuaded by him, and finally, after Hubie left a message to let him come back alive, he dragged Imir Ain out of the room.

This is really...

He seemed to have discovered something strange about the Ex-Machinas.

It felt as if the fate of the entire race was on him, even though he did nothing but teach Hubie some simple human emotions.

Let her no longer think about things with absolute rationality.

However, when he was about to pick up the weapon for maintenance again, he stopped and sighed slightly.

"I say, did you guys discuss it? Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night and come to visit me one by one?"

"I can't help it? I'm a Flügel, I don't need to sleep and rest, and I'm the sharp blade in your hand, how can I not always be by your side?~"

"Ha, you got used to this identity very quickly. "

During this period of time, Jibril seemed to have really submitted to him, without any resistance, and acted completely according to his instructions.

The only drawback is that once this nympho Flügel has free time, she will come to him to beg for a lot of knowledge about the border to learn.

That's why he said that Jibril is really similar to Sinker Nirvalen in some ways.

By the way, for some reason, Jibril seems to get along well with Ashmi.