"...Dwarfs," Think muttered subconsciously. Even though the flying ship seemed to be very far away from here, in reality, it was already very close... just as they were nearing the end.
This terrible situation made even Think feel the coldness that was enough to crush the mind of an ordinary person in an instant, and her arms that were supporting Su'er's body couldn't help but tense up.
Perhaps it was because the nerve endings that were vaguely exposed from the exposed muscles without skin were now pressed against Think's skin, and Su'er could clearly feel that the Elf supporting him was as tense as a drawn crossbow.
Just as Think saw the inconspicuous flying ship, that flying ship also saw them, or rather, it was here for them in the first place?
On the edge of the blue ocean that extended to this place as shown on the instrument, Lóni finally saw the Elf who had left words full of murderous intent for him more than ten years ago, and beside her, there was perhaps the existence of that monkey from back then.
At the very least, Lóni couldn't find more features that matched his memory from the creature that had no skin, exposed dark red muscles, and was half-buried in the burning huge roots and vines—perhaps the only thing that was eye-catching enough was the beautiful platinum-blond hair and the pale, lifeless face when he looked up at this moment.
But there was no doubt that it was them.
He was just seeing a pair of down-and-out and completely insignificant master and servant. In this grand final war, even the effort of looking at them was a waste of time. However, at this moment, Lóni felt a heavy sense of relief.
It was as if a scalding hot stone that had been hanging in his throat had finally fallen down, into his stomach, into his intestines, cold yet heavy. The frustration and doubts that had gradually accumulated over more than a decade were all answered at this moment—even though he really didn't know anything.
The intuition given by the God of the Forge Okein had already pointed him in the right direction. It was this small existence that was now in the blue ocean and looking at him. No evidence was needed.
The roots and vines that bound that monkey were still flashing with bright magical formula engravings. In such a hasty moment, even a true genius like Lóni could not immediately determine their function, but no matter what, Lóni knew what he should do right now.
Stop that Elf, no matter what she wanted to do—no, did he really not know?
Asking himself this, Lóni felt as if he was exchanging beliefs with a different friend in an illusory wind. Even though he had a vague premonition in his heart when they first met more than ten years ago, that long-ear, that Elf, was different.
A world that only they could see, a plane that only a similar genius could look at... Even though they were hostile to each other, what they wanted to carry out was only their own world.
But the most fundamental goal was the same.
To make this boring great war disappear and end this uninteresting game.
To purge the entire chaotic world with force.
But now, it seemed that the one who would win this game, which the two sides had never even met but started with a tacit understanding, was him?
When that time came, he could laugh wantonly and ask her another question—this kind of gift... do you like it?
That Elf had undoubtedly discovered him, but just as a look of anticipation and ferocity appeared on Lóni's lips, he suddenly froze. Think, he still remembered her name. On the screen in front of Lóni, the pale-golden-haired Elf just suddenly turned her head to look in another direction with a sense of feeling and then chuckled.
Without sparing another glance in his direction, Lóni watched her move again, trying to pull the monkey, who was now a burden, out of the roots with all her might. The Elf, whose spirits seemed to be completely exhausted, looked extremely difficult with every pull.
Lóni didn't look at this comical and even laughable scene any longer. He just turned his head to look in the direction that Elf had just looked at. The space there was shattering, and iridescent fissures that were enough to make someone with trypophobia feel uncomfortable were appearing in the sky one after another.
Dense, neat, orderly, and even as orderly as a picture unfolding, these uninvited guests passed through the iridescent space fissures and appeared one after another in this corner of the battlefield.
"...Hey, hey? Is this really necessary? Are you giving me that much credit?" All of his previous smiles disappeared. Lóni looked at these uninvited guests and muttered with a twitching mouth.
The Ex-Machina, and judging from the number, it was the entire race's strength that was dispatched.
The support bodies stood up like a cross, the combat bodies were neatly arranged around it in the air, and the connection body that commanded all the clansmen and acted with a common will had a lively simulated skin. However, the silver-white mechanical parts that were exposed at the edges of the skin meant that they were just disguises. You could even vaguely see circuits that were constantly emitting bright yellow light under the skin.
Steel wings of different shapes and sizes that spread out from their backs spurted out a light of spirits, showing their threat to the fullest. Even if other races would call them unintelligent scrap metal, no race would dare to underestimate the existence of the Ex-Machina.
And now, four hundred and thirty-six pairs of eyes were neatly staring at the flat flying ship in front of them, except for the connection body that they were surrounding in the middle—that connection body, which had almost no simulated skin added to it, had turned its head and was watching the wreckage in another direction with its electronic eyes.
Or rather, the two people in the wreckage.
Those silent Ex-Machina also made Lóni not dare to make any sudden moves. The connection body stared for a long time, and he couldn't see its psychological changes, but it didn't make any more moves until it slowly turned its head back.
[Warning: Do not proceed.]
A flat voice, without any threat, just a simple statement of fact. The consequences of disobeying were naturally self-explanatory.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look. Through the open holes, Lóni could still see the massive flying ships that were made under his leadership. His clansmen were fighting in a messy battle with the Flügel and the Elf Alliance. No one had any room to retreat at this time. Or rather, the moment they turned their backs to the enemy in an attempt to retreat, that would be the beginning of a true defeat.
He felt as if he was deeply stuck in a quagmire and could not pull himself out.