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Slightly, the "dragon" revealed a different emotion, speaking in a deep voice: "Little guy, do you know who you're talking to?"

"……Yes."

"Then you should know the consequences."

Even though she was somewhat prepared, a tremendous terror still gripped her at that moment. Just as the elf was despairingly awaiting death, a voice sounded behind her.

"Among the machine species, there exist 'special individuals'."

Turning around blankly, the elf saw the forest god who had risen at some point. The "flames" burning on this deity had been extinguished, but the faith that had been burned away was not so easily restored. Although he had regained his mobility, his body was already disintegrating.

At this moment, the forest god looked at the dragon with a puzzled expression: "It made contact with the 'Purgatory' before the gate to the 'Purgatory' closed."

After a moment of silence, the dragon finally gave an answer that relieved the elf: "Yes."

Although her expression was unclear, the elf noticed that Kainas's movements were no longer as sluggish as before.

Then the "dragon" spoke again: "The condition is to re-establish the covenant, this time not with 'Purgatory' as the dominant force, but with 'Chaos' as the dominant force."

“Kainas, representing the ‘Forest Elfs,’ accepts this alliance. Finally, could you satisfy my curiosity?”

The "dragon" spread its wings and looked down at the gods below, who were waiting for its questions.

"--Who are you?"

"This is not something you need to know, God-type."

With a deep voice carrying an undeniable will, Deathwing left the forest god with a final message before calling the other four dragons to leave.

"Prepare your divine beings well, the real 'war' is just beginning."

After watching the "dragon" disappear into the distance, Kainas turned to the elf and asked, "Child, can you tell me your name?"

“Nina, Nina Cleaver.”

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 393 Mech Seed

【Mech type】

After regaining control of the body, Neltharion only received this brief message from the "Creator," who had disappeared without a trace.

After some hesitation, the dragon decided to act according to the will of the "creator," or rather, it had no other choice but to act according to this will.

After observing for several days, Neltharion was no longer completely ignorant of this world. Even though he didn't deliberately search for it because of the existence of the "Creator," he roughly understood the existence of the rules of the gods, which was the reason why it could be born in this world that was different from Azeroth.

However, this discovery was of absolutely no use to Neltharion himself.

If this were in Azeroth, this dragon, known as the Earth Keeper, would have over a hundred ways to "rise from the dead." Putting aside everything else, the extent to which it is worshipped in Azeroth is unmatched by any other life form. Not to mention "rising from the dead," even "immortality" might not be impossible.

Unfortunately, this was not Azeroth, but a completely unfamiliar other world. Here, whether it was the superior or inferior races, even the dragons around it only knew "Dragon God" and not "Deathwing Neltharion". Even now, the four remaining Chaos Dragons only regarded it as "Dragon God resurrected". No one truly regarded it as another dragon from another world.

What truly allows Neltharion to exist in this world is the vast amount of faith behind the "Creator." Although the dragon itself doesn't know how the "Creator" got those people to believe in a dragon from another world, Neltharion can still recognize that the "Creator" is the root of its birth and existence.

In this situation, unless Neltharion can find the faith behind different "Creators" that allows him to exist independently from other sources of faith, obeying the will of the "Creators" is the only way for this dragon to prolong its existence...

Setting aside these thoughts, which were destined to be futile for the time being, Neltharion led the other four chaotic dragons toward the origin of the Machina race.

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Machine type.

Ranked tenth among the sixteen races, they are all mechanical races.

Unlike the Goblin and Forest Elf species, the Creator God of the Mech species was stripped of his "divine essence" and perished in ancient times. Even the Mech species themselves have forgotten his name. Since even his existence has been forgotten, no amount of faith can help him.

Due to their unique structure, the Machine Race possesses a powerful combat adaptability that other races cannot match. Specifically, once a Machine Race has been attacked or encountered with a strategy, it will no longer be effective against it. Furthermore, with extensive data collection, the Machine Race can even design equivalent weapons.

Because of this characteristic, the machine guns could theoretically become infinitely powerful in this endless war.

However, this is limited to theory.

Just as in some worlds there are countless geniuses, but less than one in ten thousand of them actually survive to the end, even the mighty Machine race has a flaw that cannot be ignored.

Lacking a racial deity, the Mech race lost all decision-making ability in this war. Most of the time, they could only passively receive information from the outside world before they could react. It was probably hopeless to get them to actively participate in the war with either side like the Goblin or Forest Elf races.

Because of these limitations, the Machine Race, which possesses great war potential, was ultimately ranked tenth among the sixteen races.

However, some races consider the Machine Race's rank to be rather low.

"If we could obtain the power of the Machine Race, it would definitely play a huge role in the war against the Skywing Race."

On the route to the origin of the Mech race provided by the Forest Elves, Thor, who had always harbored great hostility towards the Skywing race, naturally assumed that, but he was met with a disdainful sneer from Neltharion: "A group of powerful ants gathered together is only annoying, not threatening."

"Ant?"

Thor wasn't the only one puzzled by Neltharion's statement; even Fafnir and Lucoa, who had been observing from the sidelines, found it strange. After all, a race capable of infinite power seemed completely unrelated to "ants."

Influenced by the fact that the "Creator" had seized control of its body without any resistance, the dragon lost its initial patience and said irritably, "Fool! Even the most promising ant needs time and space to grow. Even if it eventually grows to the point of easily destroying this world, what about before that? Any divine species can easily destroy the machine race that has lost its divine protection—or would those divine species be so stupid as to order themselves to create lower races to provide them with experience and resources?"

Neltharion sensed something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking; it seemed that not long ago, another race had attempted to do the same thing…

"Goblins!"

The guardian dragons from Azeroth suddenly understood the true meaning of the brief message the "Creator" had asked him to pass on to the God of Forging before leaving the goblin territory.

The slight pleasure derived from solving a puzzle lasted less than three minutes in Neltharion's heart. With the sudden and unexpected rise of a raging storm and tsunami on the sea below, the dragon, whose path was blocked, let out an angry roar. The lower-level creatures that emerged from the sea below did not even have a chance to speak before being crushed into mincemeat by the violent magic.

five minutes later.

"...So, it's because the attack on the forest elves' territory affected the sea, causing the destruction of three underwater cities belonging to lowly lower life forms, that you're planning to cause trouble for the dragons?"

As Neltharion roared out the last syllable, the tiny sea creature he was holding in his claws was crushed to death. He casually burned the corpse to ashes, then glanced around at the seawater continuously pouring into the "hole" beneath his feet. After calculating the time it would take to evaporate the entire ocean, the dragon, annoyed, abandoned its tempting idea. It opened its mouth and spewed a few small fireballs at the sea creature's cities below, then led its four dragons far away…

Seconds later, a nearly kilometer-high "water column" shot straight into the sky.

P.S.: Reflecting on life

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 394 "The Gears of Fate"

After leaving the territory of those brainless marine creatures, he traveled a long and arduous journey, only to find himself in ruins before Neltharion.

Calling it ruins isn't quite accurate. At least from the dragon's perspective, there were still quite a few traces of activity remaining in this seemingly desolate place, only these traces lacked a certain vitality.

Naturally, since the machine race is fundamentally not "life" but "machine".

With a whirlwind whipping up the ruins, Neltharion, after trampling down a large area of ​​the surrounding geological structure, scanned the area back and forth. The four chaotic dragons following behind also dispersed under his instructions. Their next task was to seal off the surrounding area, preventing both outsiders from entering and insiders from leaving.

"Come out, you lowly inferior race."

The low growl spread around the ruins, and the surge of magic stirred up dust that had accumulated on the ground for countless years, but the machine-type creatures that were the target of this expedition did not react at all.

It swung its tail, covered in black scales, and slammed it hard into the ground.

After a deafening crash, the Hidden One finally couldn't sit still any longer.

[Dragon spirit, leave this place.]

A distorted voice, formed by a mixture of multiple sounds, rang out. Although there was nothing in the core emotional element, the will to resist and oppose was quite clear.

"You lowly beings, are you ordering me around?"

Faint ripples of flame gathered and spread in mid-air, and the dragon at the center let out a suppressed roar: "Command a dragon god."

【…】

A slight tremor could be felt emanating from the bottom of the silent ruins.

The amplitude gradually increased until it tore apart the entire land where the dragon stood. The dragon, now back in the sky, looked down and soon the land, which had been in a state of unemployment, had been transformed.

Facing the numerous gazes cast from the massive machinery and metal structure at its base, the dragon let out a high-pitched roar.

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War never belongs to any one person alone.

The victors raise their flags high, while the vanquished go into hiding; the strong control and dominate, while the weak are plundered… They are all participants in the war, differing only in their opposing stances and the number of choices they have.

In this great war, since there are powerful beings who are high above and can easily destroy the world, there must also be these lowly beings who are reduced to dust and have no power to resist the superior races except to be taken away and killed.

They are called the "human race".

The lowest and weakest of the sixteen races, with frail bodies and zero magical adaptability, they are inferior life forms unable to use magic. When the concept of the sixteen races was established, the so-called "human race" was not even accepted by the other races. After all, even the sea-dwelling race, which was only ranked fifteenth, had the ability to easily destroy a human race ten times its own size, let alone the superior races. The reason why the "human race" was finally accepted in the ranking of the sixteen races was entirely due to the actions of a small number of divine races.

Admittedly, the human race's talents within the material world might be considered the "weakest," but this is not necessarily the case in the non-material realm. Even among life forms, a human's mental fluctuations and instability far surpass those of most lower-level life forms. While they may not reach the level of the Skywing or Dragon Spirit races, they are significantly stronger than marine species, and even compared to races like the Machine Race, whose very concept of "spirit" is still in its infancy, the human race truly possesses exceptional qualities…

Of course, this alone is not enough to make other powerful races acknowledge the existence of the human race. After all, in this world, mental strength ultimately serves magic—the power to be transformed into reality. Otherwise, mere mental agility is of no value. The biggest reason that truly drives the divine races to include the human race among the sixteen races is that there is no god in this world who created the human race.

As a result, the divine beings, who desperately needed a large amount of faith to sustain their existence, turned their attention to these extremely weak lower beings. They used both violence and coercion, as well as gentle communication. There were even quite a few who exchanged faith for "gifts," like the labyrinth city of Orila.

Subsequently, the human race, which was originally worthless in this great war, gained power at the request of the gods and used this power to become "soldiers" like the other fifteen races to participate in the war. However, not all humans were so fortunate...

In the far north, there was a human village ruled by Rick.

Compared to the fertile and warm lands of the central and southern regions, this place was far too barren. On the one hand, this barrenness prevented powerful races from plundering and occupying it—avoiding the invasion of war to the greatest extent possible. On the other hand, it also kept them away from the sight of the divine races that needed the faith of the human race.

The villages that migrated here long ago were unaware of the changes in the outside world. In their limited knowledge and understanding, this great war was still irrelevant to the weak human race. All they could do was flee all potentially affected areas and persevere until the war ended or their race was extinct.

However, there are always a few "unexpected" things that happen in a person's life.

Somewhere, some unknown distance away, as the machine-type beings clashed with a dragon-type deity, a "special individual," stimulated by the signals of numerous "connectors" falling, was awakened by an unexpected intruder. In that instant when the gazes of the human and the non-human met, fate began to slowly turn in the gears...

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"A humble existence."

The spewing divine flames melted and destroyed the exquisite metal structure, while the crushing dragon claws pulverized the "connected entity" that had tried to resist below, along with several ordinary individuals around it, into broken pieces. The ground, which was mostly melted, was impacted and a large amount of magma was thrown up. While bringing both high temperature and physical damage to the surrounding connected entities, it also made the fire-attribute magic that permeated this space even more frenzied.

Just before the dragon was about to explode the entire space with a "small spark" with a sinister grin, a will came from the depths of the soul.

That's enough, let's leave.

The movement came to a standstill.

It seemed unaware of the dragon's struggle and made no attempt to urge it on.

After a long while, fueled by pent-up rage, the dragon smashed several individual machines before leaving the land that had been transformed into a lava field, heading towards its next target.

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 395 Prologue

Dragons are undoubtedly synonymous with power.

When a dragon throws itself into destruction and chaos, its power translates into an equal amount of disaster and death. To avoid being afflicted by such calamities, the powerless lower beings can only submit to the will of the chaotic dragon, accepting the various unequal treaties imposed upon them in humiliation...

"...Under the witness of the great Deathwing—the Cataclysm Neltharion, our covenant is established."

The orc, kneeling on the ground, swallowed the bitter pill of defeat.

The time was six months after leaving the territory of the Mech race. As the Chaos Dragon's footprints spread throughout the world, more than half of the sixteen races had suffered at the hands of this dragon god who called himself "Deathwing." The more fortunate ones, such as the Goblin and Forest Elf races, joined the "Chaos Faction" led by it under a series of unequal agreements. The relatively unfortunate ones, such as the Marine and Mech races, were turned to ashes by the devastating flames and lava.

Of course, there were some who resisted during this process. However, after a battle that broke out in the astral plane, no god species dared to stop the increasingly rampant dragon's actions alone. Coupled with the indifference of the Order faction, which had once killed this "dragon god," the Chaos Dragon ran rampant and did whatever it wanted for the next three months.

The appearance of the green dragon Thor and the white dragon Kanna is based on this chaotic background of the dragon race's "doing whatever they want".

In order to gain more support in the upcoming decisive battle, Neltharion sent his four remaining Chaos Dragonflights on separate missions to force relatively weak races that did not have a creator god, or whose creator god had fallen, to sign agreements and join the "Chaos Covenant" led by the dragons.

Adding to the Orcs, who were recently forced into submission to the Covenant by the two dragons, more than a third of the sixteen races have now been forced to join the Covenant. These include the fourth-ranked Dragon Elves, the seventh-ranked Forest Elves, the ninth-ranked Goblins, the twelfth-ranked Vampires, the thirteenth-ranked Moonlit Witches, and the fourteenth-ranked Orcs. In contrast, the Skywings have become completely hostile in this process, the Mechs have been mostly wiped out, the Vampires collapsed under a single wide-area spell from a dragon, and the Sea Dwellers have provoked the dragons because they are not very bright.

In the past six months, as the "Chaos Faction" led by Cataclysm gradually replaced the "Chaos Faction" led by Purgatory, the "Order Faction" led by Celestial Realm has also begun to exert its strength.

The first to be affected is the resurgence of the divine species that had supposedly disappeared from this land. The Skywing species created by Altshu has repeatedly provoked wars against the "Chaos Faction". The capital of the Forest Elf species was even reduced to ruins by a Skywing species that happened to pass by half a month ago because it lost the protection of the protective magic circle (which was damaged in a previous battle with the dragon and has not yet been repaired).

Since the last time Order triumphed over Chaos and seized dominion over the world, the signs of war have never been so strong...

"Your Excellency Thor, preparations are complete."

The shouts from below drew the dragon's attention. When it looked down, it saw several strangely dressed "humans" shaking their heads. Thor suppressed his indifference and said in a calm tone, "That's enough. Let's leave."

"Yes."

As Thor watched these "humans" depart, his doubts deepened.

These "human races" began to appear more than five months ago after the Chaotic Dragon Clan completed the "suppression" of the Machine Race. At first, there were only a few small teams, but in the past five months, they have unknowingly swelled to hundreds of thousands.

Unlike the "human races" Thor had known before, these "human races," while sharing the same appearance and physiological structure, possessed far greater power and knowledge than the former. In the past five months alone, Thor had seen no fewer than ten such "human races" capable of harming him.

If that were all, Thor wouldn't be so puzzled. After all, there were quite a few such beings among the "dragon slayers" who had chased him before. What he truly couldn't understand was that these "humans" had never received any "gifts" from the "divine beings"—that is, the gods of the dragons. In other words, they had acquired these powers through their own training.

Humans, who have successfully overtaken other races by surpassing the life limits of lower-ranking races through their own efforts, thereby threatening the existence of higher-ranking races, are they?

Most incredibly, these beings continued to emerge in waves, and without even realizing it, these chaotic dragons became believers in the "Dragon Gods"...

Shaking his head, Thor, unable to find a solution, gave up trying.