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"I have only one goal."

Leaving all unnecessary emotions behind, the dragon, with its wings spread, returned to the embrace of the sky and gazed towards a distant horizon.

"Skywing Species!"

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Upon returning from the fairy realm, the dragon Fafnir reported to Neltharion an anomaly it had encountered along the way.

"Mech type?"

"Yes, it lives alongside a human species."

The dragon raised its head from beneath the lava-covered earth, and the surrounding temperature soared: "Are you sure that machine-type creature is acting on its own initiative?"

While marveling at the terrifying temperature, Fafnir replied with certainty, "Yes."

In the silence, just as Fafnir was preparing for the destructive will from the dragon, an unexpected command was conveyed in the dragon's low growl.

"Summon our vassals to attack the Heavenly Gate."

"...Lord Nasario, what about that machine-type creature?"

It's not hard to see from the dragon's previous actions that it has already established the Machina race as an enemy of the Chaos faction. When it suddenly discovers a Machina individual with autonomous will and a high probability of using the Machina race's infinite evolutionary characteristics to become stronger, shouldn't the best thing to do be to quickly eliminate it?

However, faced with Fafnir's doubts, this "dragon god" that it was familiar with showed an extremely unfamiliar attitude.

"This task does not belong to 'us'."

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 396 The Final Battle

Flames burned in the sky, and blood flowed on the ground.

For this era, peace and prosperity are ultimately illusions built on destruction; war is the constant reality.

With the closure of the gate to "Purgatory," the war between chaos and order finally ended in victory for order. The victorious race continued to exploit and plunder everything of the defeated race. The defeated race, who had once accepted this outcome, could not allow this phenomenon to become the norm of war, so they sought an opportunity for change.

The appearance of Deathwing, the chaotic dragon and the embodiment of disaster, became the catalyst for this event.

Partly forced and partly willing to defect, the races that had once rallied under the banner of Chaos regrouped and launched an attack on their former victors in the name of chaos and disaster...

Thus, another great war broke out.

"roar-------"

With a high-pitched dragon roar, a deathly poison mist formed by magical transformation corroded the ground beneath their feet. Accompanied by a terrifying "sizzling" sound, the once vibrant grassland and the soil layer more than half a meter deep were completely eroded away, and the many fairy species that had been lying in ambush here could not escape the fate.

Trampling on the piles of decaying bones on the ground, the green dragon raised its head and looked up at the door in the sky that constantly radiated a sacred light.

The gate to the "Heavenly Realm".

Further away, the allied forces of forest elves and goblins were slowly advancing. After their creator god lost its response, the fairy race alone was clearly unable to resist such a powerful offensive and had no choice but to seek support from behind the dimensional gate in the sky once again.

Watching the magical light shooting into the sky from within the fairy camp, the green dragon, leading a small number of elite "human" troops to invade behind enemy lines, showed no intention of stopping them. Instead, he watched the scene with excited eyes.

Before long, amidst the cheers erupting from the fairy faction below, the gate to another world slowly opened, and "angels" with wings on their backs descended onto the battlefield, unleashing a series of terrifying attacks that made the earth tremble with every gesture.

The dragon, which had been waiting among the winged creatures for a long time, found its target. Its powerful hind legs trampled the fairy camp, and it flapped its wings to soar into the sky. Behind it, several "humans" exchanged glances and used their own methods to follow the dragon, flying into the sky.

A great battle is about to unfold.

"Dragon Essence Seed".

After easily wiping out one of the goblin army formations below, Azriel keenly spotted the approaching shadows below. While warning her other companions, she took the lead and charged forward.

The powerful shockwave ignited magic within a radius of several miles. Behind a blinding flash of light, Azriel, whose body was being thrown uncontrollably into the sky, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Even though it was a race created by the gods specifically for battle, it still had an insurmountable gap when facing the Dragon Spirit, a "warrior race" born of nature. Fortunately, it was not alone in facing such an opponent.

After the leading Winged Race was repelled by the dragon, the many Winged Races surrounding them, who were bombarding the chaotic Allied Forces below, also withdrew their attention. With their magic linked together, they directly formed a huge binding magic circle. Thor, who was about to pursue Azriel, lost his chance to escape when he noticed this scene. In his rage, he attacked recklessly.

“The beast is the beast.”

As Azriel descended from the sky, she watched the dragon roar incessantly but was unable to break free. Amidst a moment of mockery, she noticed the "flies" around her.

"Are these...humans?"

Unlike the dragon, which was easily drawn into the trap due to its emotions, these "humans" following behind the dragon were not caught in the trap set by the Skywing race. Almost the instant their senses turned sour, they moved far away from the center and are now circling around the massive restraining magic circle, seemingly waiting for something...

Pushing the thought out of her mind, Azriel found her own paranoia somewhat amusing.

"They're just the human race, what am I worried about?"

He raised one hand, and a large amount of magic gathered upwards: "To commend your courage, let me bestow upon you 'prizes'—"

The radiance of the magic called "Sky Strike" drew everyone's attention. Not only the weak "human races" around, but even the lower races fighting below noticed the terrifying power contained in this strike. The races that were originally fighting each other slowly dropped their weapons and began to flee amidst shouts and cries.

Looking down at the "drama" unfolding on the ground at the cost of countless lives, the madness rooted deep in the souls of every Skywing race surged continuously. Their originally indifferent gaze was replaced by frenzy, and their attention to their surroundings gradually loosened. Just as this "Sky Strike" was about to strike the earth, a sharp pain that penetrated to the bone struck from behind.

In a moment of bewildered surprise, Azriel saw a short, sharp point protruding from in front of her chest.

Normally, let alone such a small wound, as long as the "core" is not destroyed, the Skywing race cannot die. However, at this moment, Azriel clearly felt that everything that sustained her existence was contained within this small wound, and as the short sword was slowly pulled backward, it began to break...

"No!"

"boom------"

In the magical explosion, a figure was thrown backwards, only to be caught by another "person" in mid-air.

"Miss Shiki, are you alright?"

"Tsk, almost there."

The azure eyes were fixed on the center of the magical smoke, where a Skywing being clutching its chest stood.

The reincarnator who observed its existence also turned somewhat pale: "Even this can't defeat it?"

"When did that guy provoke such a monster that even the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception couldn't deal with it?"

"What's next?"

Meeting the terrifying gaze cast upon her by the Skywing, Ryougi Shiki sighed, "Let's run."

Azriel felt a deep sense of lingering fear.

Although it's incredible, for a moment just now, as a Skywing species that doesn't have the concept of "death," it was indeed infinitely close to "death."

Fortunately, the attacker was too weak. Despite possessing such terrifying abilities, he was limited by the inherent power of the "human race" and could not fully unleash them.

"The mere human race..."

After the initial fear came anger.

"The mere human race—"

Wielding the immense power of "Sky Strike," it recklessly smashed down upon the two tiny beings in front of it.

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 397⑴ (Part Two) Another 3 O-device 4 Pulling out Altshu

The gap is too big.

Feeling the traces of magical fluctuations spreading from the surface of the planet beneath their feet, a large number of reincarnators' signals were interrupted within it, but compared to that, what disappeared even more were the auras of other lower races.

It is estimated that at least two million lives were lost in this attack, all because of a single attack by a Skywing race...

The gap is too big.

The echoing voice within his soul caused Deathwing to roar in anger, for his current situation and state were quite obvious: he was at a complete disadvantage.

The power of the divine race cannot be easily unleashed on the surface of a planet unless they want to gain a fragmented world after their victory.

Following this unwritten rule among the divine races, after the final battle began, Deathwing, along with the God of Forging, the God of the Forest, and other divine races that had joined the Chaos faction, came to the Astral Plane to launch an attack on a series of gods of the Order faction.

And the outcome of this battle among the divine beings...

Having replaced Deathwing's vision with that of one eye, Lin Yi surveyed the galaxy before him, which was now mostly shattered.

In less than three days, most of the gods in the Chaotic Faction perished. The last forest god was also swept into the vortex of divine power and vanished in the collapse of a small asteroid. The only remaining god, Neltharion, is also unable to escape due to the presence of Altshu.

At this point, it can be said that the defeat of the Chaos faction is a foregone conclusion. No matter how much the "resurrected" Chaos dragon struggles, it will be of no use and will at most delay the situation for a day or two.

It was after witnessing the series of battles on the Earth's surface and in the astral plane that Lin Yi developed this feeling.

It's not that the Chaos faction didn't try hard enough; it's just that the Order faction was far too powerful.

From high-level combat power to basic infrastructure, the two are not even in the same league. In addition, the opponent has the support of the Celestial Realm. No matter how Neltharion manipulates things, he can only influence the situation locally. Once a head-on collision begins, there is no possibility of being crushed.

Moreover, the pieces that were planted beforehand did not play a role...

"Are you waiting for that special mech?"

The deity, shrouded in an aura of hatred and malice, suddenly spoke. Deathwing, bound by its grasp, reacted with a roar, but before it could do so, it was stripped of its control over the body of that deity.

Facing the so-called strongest god-like being before him, Lin Yi didn't feel any anger or anything like that. In fact, it was questionable whether such emotions even existed anymore.

"you know?"

“Of course, I know about all your actions... spying on the goblin and forest elf species, and trying to strip away my essence by using the characteristics of the machine race. I know all of that.”

Closing the distance between them, Artes looked down at the immobilized dragon: "You are not it, that foolish and arrogant dragon spirit that is good for nothing but strength... I can sense that you are an existence just like me."

In Altshu's hands, immense divine power began to condense and compress towards a single point.

Unlike the weakened "Sky Strike" of the Skywing race, the magic cast by the God race Altshu has transcended the realm of magic. The most direct evidence is the half-collapsed star at the edge of the horizon, where a God race member of the Chaos faction perished.

"The same existence, do you mean the origin?"

Ignoring the divine attack that was powerful enough to annihilate the body, the "dragon" eventually became interested in something else: "You come from the 'Celestial Realm'?"

“If I come from the ‘Celestial Realm’, then the machine races that have contact with Purgatory belong to ‘Purgatory’.”

Under Altshina's sarcastic gaze, the "dragon" felt a sense of unease.

"Then, as a backup plan laid out by 'Purgatory' in this world, the machine race, with its ability to evolve infinitely, will one day destroy Altshu from the heavens."

The "dragon" remained silent.

"Your actions and plans were all based on the information you obtained from this world, but an unexpected event occurred at the last step that you cannot understand. The machine that had come into contact with 'Purgatory' and was forced to awaken prematurely because you destroyed a large number of links did not carry out the actions you expected."

Unable to contain his madness any longer, as he reached for the "dragon," Lin Yi heard a twisted, maniacal laugh from behind that divine power: "What if I said I came from 'Purgatory'?"

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The dust that had been swept into the sky settled again under the soothing power of magic. As her vision gradually cleared, a "crack" that seemed to have torn the entire earth apart appeared in Jibril's eyes.

While excited about the terrifying power that Altshu had given her, Jibril also had doubts.

"I can't understand why I would make a special trip to destroy this insignificant machine during this thrilling final battle."

After kicking away the machine armored creature next to her that had lost most of its body, Jibril, who was about to leave, suddenly felt a strange sensation.

"...New magic?"

Looking down, the machine-type creature that he had just kicked away reappeared at his feet, even the traces of its rolling motion were "pulled" here as well.

Just as Jibril was bewildered by the bizarre sights, a will from her soul struck her with unbelievable force.

"Lord Artho————"

Just as I looked up in astonishment, I was about to see a "light" suddenly burst forth at the end of the sky.

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The dragon's outstretched claw disappeared into emptiness, with only the latter half remaining connected to its body. The former half appeared above Altshu's head amidst a distortion, slamming it directly into the surface of the planet below.

The massive impact disrupted the planet's tectonic structure, and when Altshu rose from that enormous void, the "dragon" that should have appeared hundreds of thousands of miles away in space was already before him.

"You come from purgatory?"

"impossible--"

After a roar of shock and rage, Altshu, wielding its divine power, smashed through the earth behind it and rushed out of the planet's gravitational pull. Just as it was about to stop and search for the "dragon's" location, its vision blurred.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, little one.”

Same place, same people, only the dialogue and time are different.

The upper claw, which had disappeared into the "void," gripped the body of the divine being. Ignoring its struggles, the "dragon" asked, "You, come from 'Purgatory'?"

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 398 Script

Compared to other worlds, this world is not "alone".