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Lynn's brain felt as if pricked by a needle, a sharp and violent pain surging through him.
But the moment he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had changed. In the pitch-black sky filled with dark mist, countless threads of psychic energy—invisible to the naked eye—shot down from the darkened heavens in every direction, connecting at an unimaginable speed to Sir Aiwen, who stood at the very center of the battlefield.
And Lynn himself was one of those threads!
At that moment, Sir Aiwen resembled a massive signal hub, receiving information from all directions.
...
Meanwhile.
At various points hundreds of kilometers from the Cursed City.
The surrounding space suddenly rippled, and one silhouette after another slowly emerged like ghosts. Night Doctors wearing pitch-black plague doctor masks raised their heads, fingers gently pressing against receivers at their ears.
"Sir Aiwen the Veteran's orders have been issued. Prepare to activate the node magic circles!"
"Roger!"
With the transmission of the command.
The surrounding Night Doctors rapidly began chanting complex and obscure incantations.
As the incantations rumbled and surged, the ground beneath their feet gradually revealed one dazzling pattern after another.
Golden light flickered continuously.
Spreading without end!
The aura of holiness instantly filled the entire area they occupied.
And not just their node alone—at over a dozen other locations surrounding the Cursed City, more than a dozen Night Doctors simultaneously established connections with Sir Aiwen at the center of the battlefield.
The magic circles they had inscribed here in advance were activated.
In that instant.
Beneath Lynn's astonished perception, images transmitted back from hundreds of kilometers away revealed countless dense patterns flowing like water, spreading toward the center of the circle.
And their speed grew faster and faster! Faster and faster!
"What is that...?"
Lynn was stunned.
Sir Aiwen looked up and said, "That is the Matriarch's summoning magic circle in the domain of Root-level. However, I've made some improvements to it, turning it into a bridge that allows us to establish a connection with the Matriarch's consciousness. And as long as we have this bridge, we can directly call out to her."
Lynn was amazed.
As expected of Sir Aiwen, who was born playing with magic circles!
His mastery of magic circles had absolutely reached the ceiling of this world!
But just as that magic circle began to spread, Doctor 315 in the First Chamber of the sky immediately sensed something wrong. His expression changed drastically as he exclaimed:
"A Root-level psychic connection magic circle?!"
He spun his head sharply toward the half of a black wing and arm emerging from the rift beside him.
"Mother Goddess!"
Almost instantly.
That pale and slender arm suddenly spread its five fingers wide. A terrible dark force erupted from the rift, and its target immediately shifted, attacking the holy magic circle on the ground that was constantly attracting and gathering itself.
Clearly.
She had also realized the connection between this magic circle and herself.
And understood its purpose.
Boom—
Across the entire ruins of the Cursed City, pitch-black plumes immediately covered everything, triggering massive corrosive explosions.
But as the smoke rolled and dissipated, the spreading magic circle seemed completely unaffected, continuing to spread methodically like an illusion.
The cold eyes within the rift snapped around, their gaze locking directly onto Sir Aiwen at the very center of the battlefield.
That stare was as sharp as a blade, piercing and ruthless.
Sir Aiwen's eyes flickered as he met her gaze solemnly. Vast reserves of psychic energy flowed ceaselessly through the threads connecting him, sustaining the accumulation of the entire magic circle.
"I've used psychic energy to change the magic circle's form of existence, but I can only maintain it for a few minutes."
"And during this time, that Fallen Angel and the two Root-level entities from the flesh domain will undoubtedly intensify their attacks on me. As for the task of awakening the Matriarch, that's up to you."
Lynn was instantly shaken. "Me? Are you sure?!"
Sir Aiwen gave a strained smile, steadying his power, and said, "People have to grow. If you don't experience a few major events, how can you possibly take on great responsibilities? You have to understand—whether it's the Matriarch and me, or those three Titans, our ability to leave this Dark World and escape the curse all depends on the future you!"
"Lynn!"
"Don't you dare be a useless waste sheltered in a greenhouse!"
This burst of encouragement and high regard immediately made Lynn's gaze firm up.
"Don't worry, Sir Aiwen! I won't let you down!"
In the consciousness realm, Sir Aiwen glanced at the <Various Inspirational Poisonous Chicken Soup for the Soul: One Hundred Solutions> he had just retrieved from his database, closed the book, and said:
"Good! Then I'll leave it to you from here. You're the best!"
"So what do I do next?"
Sir Aiwen said deeply, "In the past, whenever I used this magic circle, I was in the City of Night, summoning all the Night Doctors in the city through Sight to pray to the Matriarch. The power generated by a massive gathering of faith was enough to temporarily suppress the Nightmare within her. But here, we have fewer than a thousand Night Doctors. That's clearly far from enough."
"So the remaining part will need you to fill in. Since you can weaken the curse on the Matriarch, your weight in her consciousness is enormous."
"As long as you can successfully stir the Matriarch's consciousness, the chances of awakening her will increase dramatically!"
Lynn thought for a moment, adjusted his monocle, and said deeply, "In other words, I'm the thickest and biggest anchor in the Matriarch's heart, right?"
"Uh... you could put it that way."
Once he understood, Lynn immediately nodded, wasted no time, and quickly closed his eyes, pouring his entire being into the massive magic circle.
Outside.
Sensing Sir Aiwen's intent, the Fallen Angel within the rift stared coldly and, without any hesitation, launched an attack at Sir Aiwen at the center of the battlefield.
And the Fallen Angel's intervention immediately tipped the already shifting scales of war back in the other direction.
The Flesh and Blood Dominator and the Desire Mother Tree, each harboring their own agendas, exchanged a glance and, with a tacit understanding, immediately launched fierce attacks at Sir Aiwen as well.
Crack—
The edges of the Colossus's Tower, wrapped within the trunk where the Desire Mother Tree had pierced, slowly developed dense fractures.
"All Machines! This is the final battle!"
Aiwen gritted his teeth and immediately called upon his ally to defend with him.
"As long as we can hold out for three minutes, everything will be decided!"
Boom—
Amidst the massive explosion, holy light scattered.
And looking down from the high sky, it was already visible that the spreading holy angel formation had, at the same moment, perfectly converged, forming the colossal formation stretching hundreds of kilometers.
"Lynn!!"
That roar.
Lynn's eyes snapped open, and his consciousness instantly arrived in a complex mental space.
Within that mental space, countless golden streams of light, like inverted meteor showers, poured endlessly toward the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel at the very center of the formation.
It was the collective prayer of over a thousand Night Doctors from the entire Cursed City.
Lynn listened intently.
He could immediately hear the heartfelt voices of each and every one of them in that prayer.
"Great Matriarch, you are the light in our hearts, our beacon, our deity."
"We revere you, love you, follow you. May your radiance illuminate every corner of hell."
"Supreme Twelve-Winged Holy Angel, great ruler of the Sacred World, our god, our light, we beseech you for eternal blessings and guidance."
Countless chants.
Every single one was so devout, so faithful.
It could be said that this was the gathering place of all the Matriarch's faith, the place where only a god could hear the most sincere voices and hopes of their believers.
They did not know the Matriarch's current situation.
But their faith in her had never wavered in the slightest.
Lynn's gaze also grew firm. He knew that as the thickest and biggest anchor among all these believers, if he wanted to awaken the Matriarch, he too had to express his utmost faith and sincerity here!
Lynn immediately looked up, gritted his teeth, and shouted with all his might toward that direction:
"Matriarch!!"
"I sincerely confess my sins to you!!"
"I have sinned!"
"I shouldn't have—when you weren't paying attention—taken from you..."
"Your sanitary napkin to make tea!!"
