Chapter 292 The Sixteenth Race Born Early

"Disboard six thousand years ago..."

Roland gradually understood why the world was in such a mess.

Before the birth of the only god named Tet, in a long history that was unknown to later generations, there was a period of time when the willful Gods fought each other for the throne.

No one clearly remembered what caused this war and when it started.

But in the world that has become a battlefield, all life except the Gods can only struggle to survive. No, even the high and mighty Gods cannot escape from this vortex.

Because in front of the Star Grail that can dominate everything, it doesn't matter whether you have desires or not. What matters is whether you are a threat.

According to the difference in ability and strength, only these fifteen races survived in this long war.

Some of them are war weapons left by the long-dead Gods, but more of them are the followers of the Gods to assist them in their struggle for hegemony.

That's right, just like Jicuo, there are also clans in this world, but unlike Jicuo, where the main gods of all kinds have different business directions and combat power levels, the clans here have one thing in common.

They all have the nature of weapons to a greater or lesser extent. This is not because all the gods have the desire to fight and dominate, but like the Aries or Knights born on the basis of humans who are unwilling to perish in the Steel Land of Type-Moon, this is a necessary trait for survival in reality.

To survive in this devastated world, races without power have long become dust without even a record.

The tip of the iceberg in the original work mentions more than 700 ancient words, which is enough to glimpse the cruelty of this war, but because of this, the existing fifteen races have basically adapted to the cruel rules of this world.

Although killing and war are still the inevitable norm, and it cannot be said that they have escaped from the crisis of racial extinction, under the delicate balance brought about by these years of war, the phenomenon of death and extinction of the race has been much less.

However, even the Gods themselves could not escape from this war, and the struggles of these races were simply not worth mentioning.

"So, what this world gave me is the so-called 'essence'?"

Roland gently touched the concept in his body.

Although due to the changes in history and situation, the strength and ranking of races cannot be said to be unchanging.

Just as the concept of gods also has strengths and weaknesses, some of the families left by dead gods, such as the Dragon Spirits, also have the power to fight against the Gods. The God-killing pioneers of the Skywings created by the strongest war god at present have a clear record of killing gods.

The large wreckage around Roland, which has formed into the shape of iron blocks in the reversal of time, is proof of this.

Even if it has not been fully restored, one can imagine the appearance of this aerial battleship once showing its power on the battlefield.

The righteous gun barrel caliber and the light cannon technology that far exceeds the expressiveness of the times all have a beauty that makes people want to ring a bell to admire the God of All Machines.

But this warship is not even a core member of the Goblin fleet, which is enough to make people understand how powerful the efforts made by other races to survive in this war are.

But whether you are excited or lament about these facts, the first place in the ranking of races by all lives has always been recognized.

The Gods.

The real chess players in this war, compared with them, no matter what race they are, are just chess pieces drifting on the chessboard.

They cannot be described as creatures or lives. They are the embodiment of concepts born from the evolution of phenomena, expectations and prayers, and then obtaining the essence.

The substance called the essence is the observable rules themselves.

Therefore, how can mortals fight against the phenomena in the universe?

Even if the Gods are killed and the opponent's essence is destroyed, it is just to make his awakened self-consciousness fall asleep again. If the concepts he holds are reactivated due to the changes in the situation, the accumulated essence will still be reactivated, because the concept itself cannot be destroyed.

But it is precisely because of this, the inherent strength and the self-possession, that the Deus were drawn into this war.

Everything is for the existence of the final device called the Star Grail, which gave Roland the gift and the essence.

Those who possess it can control everything, whether it is all the Deus that have been born or not, or the smallest basic particles that make up this universe, and even the rules themselves are just like plasticine.

Full control over this universe.

The throne called the One and Only God.

Even if you don't want it, you can't sit back and watch others get it. The Star Grail is such a magical device.

But just like the Holy Grail, the strongest power is needed to make the Star Grail appear.

But simply being the strongest in the universe cannot make the Star Grail appear.

After all, if we really talk about the magnitude, even if all the Deus work together, it is only the power of the Deus class combined, which is incomparable to the power that can control all Deus, let alone the universe.

And to surpass the power of the entire class with an individual, even the strongest god cannot do it.

Therefore, even the high and mighty gods can only follow that shortcut.

Rather than wasting time on such an impossible problem, it is better to act faster.

If there are ten Gods, then if I kill the other nine, wouldn't I be the strongest and only God?

Moreover, destroying the essence of other Gods can also absorb the power generated at that time to increase myself, no matter how I think about it, it is a matter of killing two birds with one stone.

Therefore, in order to avoid the birth of new Gods due to prayers before killing all other major Gods, the current situation is maintained until the only God with full power is born.

This is the truth of this war.

"The Key of All Souls really knows how to choose a place for me..."

Roland was interested in reversing the time around him, and found useful information from the restored devices bit by bit.

Today is different from the past. Although he has not felt the power of the so-called Gods, with the help of the true ether that is now all over the world, he can roughly estimate the strength of the opponent.

In this environment that is more suitable for the Gods to exert their power, Roland's performance is even better than that of Type-Moon, but if he uses past experience mechanically, it would be stupid.

Roland looked down slightly, looking at the exit that sent him into the material world.

In this world, the nature of magic is called spirits.

And the vortex of the origin of all life is called the Spirit Corridor.

But unlike Type-Moon, the origin here is not outside the world, but in the center of the planet, and the Star Cup exists in the form of a concept.

It is unclear whether the Star Cup formed the Spirit Corridor or the Spirit Corridor gave birth to the Star Cup. In short, this particularity makes the strength of this origin star far beyond that of Type-Moon, which only hosts the will of the planet called Gaia and is called the Earth.

"What's more, compared to the shortcomings that are still within the scope of solution... the interference from other gods is the real trouble."

Roland's face showed a trace of seriousness. This is the first time he has encountered such a difficult situation.

Although he is undoubtedly the first class in this world now, he is not at the point of recklessness. The so-called God of Nature and God of Forging are fine, but the God of War is a powerful enemy that he cannot ignore.

Today is different from the past. When he first entered the Earth, he was not fully recovered yet. He could use the existing order and the rules and balance between the gods to achieve a breakthrough.

But in this situation where there is only strength and weakness, all resources, all races, are fully committed to the war. Although the situation is still very complicated, the strange and powerful existence is as conspicuous as the sun that reflects the ages, especially for the God of War who has been lonely for a long time.

No matter what Roland wants to plan secretly, it is probably of little effect, because this is a privilege that only the weak who cannot be detected have.

"Well... but it's not all bad."

Roland put down the small ball in his hand for projection, showing a calm look that this is nothing, and smiled lightly.

This statement is not his self-consolation.

The situation like a powder keg also has two sides. His abnormality is very easy to detect, and the traces of Qi Ling are the same.

In this situation where everything of value is used in war, every life is a screw in the war. In this case, it is impossible for Qi Ling to hide in the dark.

The worst result is that it will be possessed by a certain God. Although without the Key of All Souls, the spirit is essentially a polluted residue, but if the magnitude difference is not particularly large, while being troubled by the cost, the Gods can probably still find some value.

"But judging from the current map, it seems that there is no difference from my impression."

Roland held his chin and recorded all the details of the map in his mind. The forces of the Flügel, Goblin, Giant, and Fantasy, which occupied a large area of ​​the map alone, were vaguely close, and seemed to be quite allied. The Fairy, Forest Elf, and Dragon Elf were also similar. Apart from that, the independent races were basically huddled in more remote places.

The God of War was the only one in power, pressing on other races step by step. The more prosperous Goblin and Forest Elf also had frictions many times, and there was nothing strange about it.

But soon, his eyes condensed, looking at the small handwriting that broke all the old impressions.

Although he had memorized it by heart, Roland still raised his hand to confirm it. He looked at the map, which was praised by other forces as being isolated and isolated, and confirmed the number of recorded forces.

Then, his tone became quite strange.

"It was born now... the sixteenth race."

Suddenly, Roland's eyes lit up and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This thing, which was as conspicuous as a lipstick mark on a white shirt, was probably the butterfly effect caused by the spirit.

After estimating the distance, he no longer hesitated and looked into the distance.

Regardless of whether he could find what he needed there, the interestingness of this matter was worth his personal trip.

But before that, he needed to collect more information.

After walking out of the wreckage, following the strategic position recorded on the map, Roland's figure slowly disappeared after choosing a direction.

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"Those troublesome moles!"

Even though he was prepared in his heart, the ever-changing battlefield still made Xinke Nirvalen smile beautifully.

But those who know her well know that hidden under this expression, in the heart of this impeccable flower crown noble, there is only the anger of wanting to kill all enemies.

Ever since the defeat many years ago, this girl who has a high status among the elves has been shaken by the emotions of unwillingness and anger.

From time to time, the gentle and gentle smile on her face would suddenly turn into a cold smile with a fierce look.

Although the elves, who are very similar to the elves in another world, have also formed a stubborn and conservative tradition because of their longevity, whether it is hatred or love, they are very long-lasting, and the Nilvalen family she belongs to is the initiator of the rumor that the elves hold grudges.

But when she personally felt this paranoia, even her kind did not dare to approach her, and could only cast worried eyes from afar.

Although the full picture of the plan is not clear, no matter how you think about it, those sudden attacks by the goblin steel battleships are definitely not within the planned range.

Xinke Nirvalen took a deep breath, calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart, and focused his attention on the map in front of him.

"At the current speed, it is not difficult to escape the pursuit. After all, even a brainless mole would not dare to take the initiative to test the bottom line of that person, but the plan to capture the fantasy species can only be shelved again."

Thinking of this, the anger in her eyes could not help but burn more intensely.

The delay of the plan is just a small matter. As a forest elf, she has enough patience to wait for the next opportunity.

The thing attracted by the goblins is the real trouble. Whether it is the combat power comparable to the fantasy species or the pure wildness, it is destined to be a troublesome time bomb.

The most important thing is that if the other party explodes, it will be fine. If the real owner is attracted, the chain reaction may cause the forest elves and the goblins to perish together.

This is a result that Xinke absolutely cannot accept.

She has not yet shown her will to the gods and the world, and has not yet washed away the shame of the past.

After sorting out her thoughts, Xin Ke cast her eyes on the map in front of her, looking at the power that was not worth mentioning compared to the territories of other races.

But no matter how much she despised those powerless weaklings in her heart, they still stubbornly occupied a place in the maps of various races.

"Immortals, the Kingdom of Elkia..."

Although the probability is not high, in this absurd but simple game, in this war, if you are not careful, you will be drowned by the sudden destruction.

This is the realization she gained from the last defeat.

"Let's make some preparations... Although we have to show goodwill to the monkeys, we can only be patient for the time being for the sake of the plan."

Just as Xin Ke was about to start issuing the next deployment, she seemed to feel something, and her face suddenly changed and she raised her head.

"I was worried that the map of the goblin species was too old, but I didn't expect it to appear now."

A strange voice suddenly sounded, but it was not spoken in the language of the forest elves, and it was not even transmitted through the air, but sounded directly in her mind.

After realizing a certain fact, Xin Ke froze in place, not even daring to move her eyes.

She could only use the corner of her eyes to look at the sudden appearance in her perception, with a golden, radiant, blazing, reminiscent of nobility itself, like a sacred, blazing sun, slowly extending her hand and pointing at the location of the Elkia Kingdom.

"Then, please tell me about the human race and the information about this kingdom... As for the reward, how about using your life?"