Free Web NovelInstantly, the entire scene fell into dead silence.
Under Lynn's single shout, even the countless connected prayers from Night Doctors everywhere came to a halt.
Everyone stared blankly in Lynn's direction.
The surroundings instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
...
Meanwhile, on the battlefield outside the Mental Space.
The God of All Machines' massive head stood shoulder to shoulder with Sir Aiwen, who had transformed into a Psychic Giant. His gaze was deep as he said heavily:
"What's the deal with that magic circle? Are you behind this?!"
Sir Aiwen gasped for breath, having just fended off the first powerful joint assault from the Three Roots. He said, "Don't worry about that. Give me at most three minutes. In three minutes, if my method works, that Fallen Angel will be forced to withdraw from the battlefield. If it fails, then we need to prepare for a retreat. There's absolutely no way the two of us can be their match."
The God of All Machines narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp, but he didn't press further.
Because he was also very well aware that while the Plague Doctors and the Night Doctors had irreconcilable conflicts, they also shared countless intertwined connections.
This was their internal affair.
Even if they asked, Cyber would absolutely never tell him.
"What's the probability?" The God of All Machines asked warily.
Sir Aiwen said heavily, "30%."
No.
He knew that 50% was already the theoretical maximum. Whether the Matriarch could truly be awakened would only yield odds lower than they imagined.
Because over the course of a thousand years, as time passed, the evil consciousness within the Matriarch's body had grown far more formidable.
And under these circumstances,
the chances of awakening the Matriarch's consciousness through the transmission of faith were truly not high.
The words he had said to Lynn were nothing more than an attempt to try his luck. He hadn't really poured all his hope onto that young man.
Because even though the Matriarch regarded him as hope,
their time together had still been far too short. Among the tens of thousands of believers, his proportion was bound to be pitifully small.
And even if he did occupy a significant place in the Matriarch's heart,
awakening her consciousness in just a few minutes was absolutely no easy feat...
"Lynn!"
Sir Aiwen looked up and murmured,
"I hope you can do your utmost to accomplish this. But if you can't awaken her, it's fine too. Perhaps for you right now, the lesson from a failure is far more meaningful than a success..."
But just as his words were cut off,
the magic circle spread across the ruins of the Cursed City suddenly erupted with a blinding light without any warning.
And within the rift in the sky, the wildly dancing black wings trembled violently.
The icy black pupils in the rift also widened sharply, as if struck by some tremendous impact, causing her entire consciousness to waver.
Sir Aiwen: "???!"
Then, Sir Aiwen's ears immediately rang with Lynn's booming shout.
"Sir Aiwen! The Matriarch's consciousness is stirring! And the magnitude of the disturbance seems substantial! What do I do next?!"
Sir Aiwen: "(꒪Д꒪)ノ?!"
His face was full of astonishment as he whipped his head around to look at the magic circle beneath his feet, which was now emitting a dazzling light.
He quickly split off a part of his consciousness and stepped directly into the faith-space he had constructed using that magic circle.
The moment he stepped inside—
Boom!
The feedback from the Matriarch's consciousness at the very center of the Mental Space instantly blasted him like a storm, sending him staggering backward.
He was shocked.
Outside, witnessing this, the God of All Machines shot him a glance and said, "Is it a success? But your probability didn't seem like just 30%, did it? Barely ten seconds have passed, and you're trying to fool me?"
But at this moment, Sir Aiwen didn't hear him at all.
He stared at the violent surge of conscious feedback emanating from the very center of the magic circle. His mind buzzed, and his heart was in utter turmoil. Trembling, he turned to look at Lynn, who was struggling to withstand the waves of conscious currents, and asked, "What did you do?"
Because something was wrong!
Very, very wrong!
Earlier, the feedback from the magic circle had been as calm as still water. How could it have become this intense less than half a minute after he had just sent Lynn in?
"Did you drug the Matriarch?!"
Sir Aiwen's face was full of shock and loss of composure as he grabbed Lynn by the shoulders.
Lynn, struggling against the conscious assault, said, "No, I just said a few words quietly to the Matriarch, and then it suddenly became like this! Big Brother Aiwen, does this mean my attempt to touch the Matriarch's consciousness worked?"
Sir Aiwen said blankly, "What do you think?"
No.
This could no longer be called "effectiveness."
What he was more worried about now was whether the Matriarch's intense reaction to the outside world would accidentally shatter the magic circle connected to her consciousness.
Because this already matched the results of the entire Nightfall City's continuous prayers to the Matriarch for half a month!
But something was off!
What exactly did he say to the Matriarch!
Why, from this torrent of consciousness, could he not sense any trace of the Matriarch's usual serenity or sanctity? Instead, it felt like a murderous intent and fury were growing stronger and stronger!
It was too violent!
So violent that it seemed like the Matriarch was about to charge over and kill them all!
"What exactly did you say to the Matriarch?" Sir Aiwen whipped around, his expression solemn and serious as he fixed his gaze on Lynn, his breath even becoming slightly ragged.
Because he immediately saw the immense potential in this.
If just one sentence could stir the Matriarch's consciousness like this, then if a similar situation arose in the future, wouldn't it just be a matter of one sentence?!
This drug was ridiculously potent!
Shocking!
Lynn swallowed hard and said, "Well... I feel like that sentence wasn't very proper."
Sir Aiwen's gaze grew stern. He grabbed Lynn's shoulder firmly and said, "This is no time to worry about such things! Quickly! Use your method one more time to call out to the Matriarch's consciousness! Given the current level of fluctuation coming back through the magic circle, one more attempt like this will definitely allow the Matriarch's slumbering consciousness to seize control of that body!"
Lynn was speechless.
Was that so...
But just now, it had been a moment of impulse. Now, with Sir Aiwen present, saying it again would be a bit... embarrassing.
Lynn opened his mouth, looking at Sir Aiwen's face, which was filled with an expression of "I'm counting on you." Lynn found it impossible to refuse.
"Then... I'll say it..." Lynn hesitated.
Sir Aiwen's eyes burned with intensity. "Don't be nervous! Do it again! Just use the same method as before! With the same intensity, the probability of the Matriarch waking up will definitely reach 100%!"
Lynn thought it over, then his expression also turned serious.
Right.
Big Brother Aiwen was right.
As long as the Matriarch could awaken, what did he have to worry about?
As long as he repented sincerely, with the Matriarch's boundless magnanimity, she would surely be able to perceive the devout faith in his heart!
"Should I shout it?"
"Yeah!"
