Free Web NovelSir Aiwen quickly shook his head, gritting his teeth in exasperation as he desperately tried to force himself to forget that entire series of absurd events that had just transpired.
The process might have veered off into some strange and bizarre directions.
But regardless.
Lynn had indeed used his typical underhanded methods to successfully cause the Matriarch's consciousness to fluctuate violently.
Even if it was extremely teeth-grinding.
And the kind where you had absolutely no idea how to handle the aftermath.
But for now, the only option was to take it one step at a time!
If the Matriarch actually remembered this incident after returning, then he could just sacrifice Lynn and let him bear the brunt of the Matriarch's fury alone. That was also acceptable.
Thinking this.
Sir Aiwen rapidly regained his composure, abruptly turning his head to look at the God of All Machines beside him, speaking in a deep voice:
"Quick! Let's go all out! End this battle as soon as possible, no more complications!"
Without any hesitation.
The two Root-level beings who had been in a defensive stance struck instantly. The unspoken understanding born from belonging to the same Technological Civilization allowed them to immediately coordinate fully and launch a fierce assault against the Desire Mother Tree.
Because it was already clear from the situation just now.
Even with the Fallen Angel's assistance, they could at most suppress the other two on a macro level. But achieving victory in a short time was absolutely not something that could be done quickly.
In fact.
After the Leviathan's fall and the Fallen Angel being forced back, they had almost completely lost any chance to turn the tables.
BOOM—
Terrifying Psychic Energy directly interfered with reality, in an extremely short time, splitting the battlefield and pushing the domain where the Flesh and Blood Dominator was located directly into the gap between reality and illusion.
And the God of All Machines instantly seized this opportunity, its enormous dragon pupils narrowing sharply as a mechanical roar erupted.
One after another, beams of annihilating particles rained down from the sky.
The Desire Mother Tree's massive Tree Realm immediately came under a fierce carpet bombardment, the sizzling sound of flesh being melted and refined echoing across the entire battlefield.
The enormous face on the Desire Mother Tree's trunk showed a hint of fury and frustration.
But she still desperately stabilized the main trunk, using an endless supply of flesh and blood to frantically resist the relentless assault from the God of All Machines and Sir Aiwen.
Undoubtedly.
The two Root-level beings who had been in a defensive stance struck instantly. The unspoken understanding born from belonging to the same Technological Civilization allowed them to immediately coordinate fully and launch a fierce assault against the Desire Mother Tree.
And it was precisely because of this that she became the primary target for the God of All Machines and Sir Aiwen's focused attacks.
"I think the time has come," the Desire Mother Tree said in a deep voice.
"The outer structure of the Colossus's Tower has all been cracked by me. If what you said is true, then if we free the Colossus's Brain now, we might still have a chance to turn things around."
The pressure she was receiving from the God of All Machines and Sir Aiwen was too great.
It had pushed her to the point where she could barely hold on any longer.
"Don't be impatient. The good show is just beginning."
The enormous, suppressing eyeball within the rift rolled, rumbling like a planet.
And even the Desire Mother Tree herself could not see through what its true purpose was. Because whether it was the Leviathan's fall or the Fallen Angel's fleeting appearance, none of it seemed to produce even a single ripple in its gaze.
As if it simply didn't care about any of that.
It had always hidden its true intentions deep within its abyss-like heart, impossible for anyone to fathom.
"Lynn! Fall back to the outskirts of the battlefield! As long as we can suppress those two Flesh and Blood Roots now, we can achieve absolute victory in this war! Withdraw now!"
Sir Aiwen's voice rumbled in Lynn's mind.
"Understood! Then I'll leave this to you!"
Lynn immediately had Little One stop advancing, shouting calmly in the direction of Sir Aiwen.
He understood too.
This was a true battle between Root-level beings!
Not to mention him, even Alice or Silver Fantasy at their level, if they recklessly intervened, would be nothing more than cannon fodder, unable to make any waves.
Below Root-level, all are ants!
He understood this principle well.
Lynn abruptly turned his head, his gaze instantly locking onto the First Chamber in the sky that, having lost the Fallen Angel's protection, was plummeting violently toward the ground.
Lynn squinted, adjusted his Monocle, and sneered coldly:
"Little One! Let's go. Time to settle old scores with him!"
As the saying goes, each generation handles their own affairs.
Pick the softest persimmon to squeeze.
If you can't deal with the old, go after the young. If you can't bully the mother, bully the daughter.
His backup is gone now.
So how could they let him off?
As if!
[**Ding! Lynn's Happiness +1**]
Without any hesitation, a gleeful Lynn cracked the whip, riding his fiancée like the wind, charging madly toward the position where the First Chamber was crashing down.
...
Meanwhile.
BOOM—
Accompanied by a deafening roar like a meteorite crashing to earth.
The First Chamber, already shattered from losing its curse, exploded on impact with the ground, sending blood and gore flying everywhere in an instant.
And from within that pool of viscous flesh, there was a sudden splash as a hand burst out from it, sticky liquid dripping down along aged fingers.
Doctor 315 gritted his teeth, his entire body writhing with tentacles as he gushed and squeezed himself out of the shattered First Chamber.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
He pounded the ground furiously.
Venting the immense rage and frustration boiling inside him.
Although he didn't know what had happened, when that Magic Circle spread over, he knew it was that damn Aiwen's backup plan, prepared in advance to deal with their Mother Goddess.
And now?
The Mother Goddess had retreated.
His Leviathan was completely shattered.
The foundation he had built over a thousand years was almost completely lost in an instant.
Such a massive blow could undoubtedly destroy a person's spirit in an instant.
But he refused to accept it.
"None of this is over!"
He gritted his teeth so hard they almost cracked. Tentacles writhed, yanking him out of the broken First Chamber.
And the hatred he felt toward Lynn had almost reached MAX!
Never before!
Never in his life had he wanted to kill someone as badly as he did right now!
"Once I rebuild and rise again, I'll make you pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"
In an instant.
He leaped up in fury, without any hesitation, soaring into the distance. At the same time, he immediately expanded his consciousness, rapidly trying to establish contact with the Plague Doctors in other areas.
No matter what.
Even if he couldn't escape today, he had to send out all the information he had obtained.
The more they knew about that Lynn, the greater the chance of killing him.
"I am Daybreak, Codename 315, the master of the Leviathan. All Plague Doctors who can hear my transmission, reply immediately! I need backup! I need emergency backup!"
He gritted his teeth, using a transmission method that only Plague Doctors could receive, constantly radiating it into the distance.
After sending it who knows how many times.
A fragmented mental wave of connection suddenly rang in his consciousness.
"Doctor... is that you, Doctor?! Are you still alive? This is the Executor of Area 15... the Leviathan... We saw the Leviathan fall!"
