Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 792: The Last of The Machina

[Hall of Fallen Heroes]

The designated meeting spot for the Council of Nine and One buzzed with activity. Beings from countless different worlds within the Primordial Expanse mingled, conversing in low tones as they anticipated the council's commencement. A significant portion of these attendees hailed from the sixth domain, having once fallen under the dominion of Overlord Rubik. This assembly was not merely for the sentencing of Jason's transgressions; it would also shape the future trajectory of the Machina race and determine the successor to Rubik's position as the Sixth Domain's next Overlord.

"Observe that figure. Is that not a Machina?"

"Indeed, it is. They have evidently dispatched a representative to bear witness to the proceedings."

"A truly grim situation. Word suggests the Machina are now a dwindling species, with merely ten percent of their population remaining across the entirety of the Primordial Expanse. I can scarcely fathom occupying the same space as one responsible for the annihilation of an entire civilization."

"It is rumored the Machina brought about their own downfall. A Doomsday orb was observed hovering above their world upon the arrival of reinforcements; the orb itself was largely accountable for the devastation inflicted upon their homeworld."

"Their desperation must have been profound."

"Alternatively, they sought to avoid the appearance of a single entity being responsible for their extermination."

A chorus of hushed murmurs arose from the assembled beings as their gazes drifted towards two solitary figures seated upon the elevated platforms. One individual was enveloped in a voluminous robe, complete with a concealing hood. However, the distinct mechanical contours of his face, coupled with an exposed robotic arm peeking from beneath the fabric, unmistakably identified him as a Machina. This being, named Sexes, harbored no desire to be present. Sexes had served as a guardian tasked with ensuring the safe passage of Machina youths to the subterranean bunkers during the catastrophic Machina Massacre. The agonizing echoes of their screams and desperate pleas for aid had been an incessant torment, never truly fading from his consciousness. No Machina had been spared the harrowing visitations of nightmares or the debilitating grip of PTSD in the wake of that horrific event. With every passing whisper and snide remark from the surrounding factions, Sexes felt the embers of fury within him ignite, blazing like an untamed inferno. These ignorant beings presumed to possess understanding! None of them comprehended the sheer abomination the Machina had confronted on that fateful day! They spoke of the Machina as if they were a feeble race, yet at least they had succeeded in safeguarding their young and securing their future! Had another race faced such a trial, Sexes felt certain they would have been utterly eradicated by Jason and Gillian!

"Exercise restraint, Sexes. Do not permit their words to provoke you."

A hand gently settled upon Sexes' shoulder. He turned his head to the left, encountering the discerning gaze of his superior. The Machina seated beside him presented a younger visage, with an appearance of youthful vitality. Like Sexes, this individual was attired in a flowing robe and hood that obscured his features. However, the left side of his face, along with his limbs, bore the undeniable hallmarks of robotic augmentation. This Machina, known as Varon, had been entrusted with the critical duty of preventing any hostile incursion into the sanctuary where the children were sheltered. Varon offered another reassuring pat on Sexes' shoulder, urging him to find his composure. With an exhalation, Sexes slumped forward. The once-proud Machina spirit that had animated the two men had evaporated, leaving them to endure the scorn and pity of the other races as they awaited the judgment that would determine their world's destiny.

Varon released a sigh, his gaze returning to the forefront. He sympathized with Sexes' righteous anger, acknowledging the similar fury that simmered within his own heart as he recalled the atrocities inflicted upon his people. The commentary from those nearby only served to fan the flames of his burgeoning rage. Yet, intertwined with the agonizing recollections of the massacre, Varon could also recall a pivotal moment during the conflict. During a fierce engagement, he had found himself confronting a monstrous entity from Jason's Legion. This particular beast was a dragon of incomprehensible magnitude, one that had already wrought untold destruction upon countless Machina. The colossal dragon had positioned itself to assault the very bunker safeguarding the children. Varon harbored no illusion; he and his fellow soldiers stood no chance against such a formidable foe. Its power was overwhelming, and once it dispatched them, nothing would impede its advance towards the innocent younglings! However, for reasons Varon could not begin to articulate, the dragon abruptly ceased its assault before unleashing its fiery breath. With a heart pounding furiously against his ribs, Varon could only bear witness as the dragon inexplicably veered away, abandoning its attack.

Following that moment, the assault on the bunkers by the remaining undead monsters ceased, allowing Varon and his soldiers to successfully shield the children until the situation stabilized. Varon found himself bewildered by the events that had transpired, yet he was certain that the dragon's intervention was an act of leniency from Jason. While Jason had shown no hesitation in decimating the adult Machina, he had inexplicably spared their young. Despite the profound hatred Varon harbored for Jason's actions, this singular display of compassion instilled a sliver of respect within him. Consequently, Varon bit back the snide remarks from those around him, ensuring Sexes also refrained from retaliating. At present, their former might had waned, and their sole objective was to safeguard a promising future for the subsequent generation of Machina.

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Suddenly, a tremor ran down Varon's spine as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him! It was akin to a predator's lethal gaze fixed upon him, prompting Varon to scan the Hall with narrowed eyes, desperately seeking the source of such intense killing intent! His search was brief, as he quickly identified the perpetrator! Not far from Varon and Sexes stood a contingent of female warriors, individuals who resembled demi-giants. These women were strikingly beautiful, their physiques exuding a powerful, toned musculature! Even in repose, Varon could ascertain that each woman would easily dwarf him by several feet. Their attire offered little room for doubt; Varon deduced their identity without needing exceptional insight. These were the formidable Warrior Women of the Bengari! No Machina was ignorant of the deep-seated animosity between the Bengari and their own kind! The Bengari warriors had once vied for supremacy in the sixth Primordial domain, their leader poised to become the Overlord. However, Overlord Rubik ultimately triumphed, securing the position for himself! Rather than accepting their defeat, the Bengari vowed to remain detached from any affairs concerning this domain unless their leader attained the Overlordship. The Bengari were a race steeped in pride, marshaled by formidable female warriors known for their swift and decisive actions over trivial matters! Yet, despite their fiery tempers, Varon couldn't deny their prowess. He recognized that in their current state, the Machina were utterly outmatched by the Bengari!