Free Web NovelA trembling voice tinged with despair.
Doctor 315 jolted violently, immediately gritting his teeth and connecting through the communicator:
“Where are you right now?! Report your position immediately!”
In this situation.
As a commander without a single subordinate left.
Receiving a reply from one of his men was an immense spiritual boost.
Crackle, crackle, crackle—
The signal was extremely unstable, as if suffering from heavy interference.
Finally, the trembling voice sounded again: “We’re rushing toward the direction where Leviathan crashed! Doctor, it’s all over—our standby forces were suddenly attacked by the Night Doctors. We’ve suffered devastating losses. Some fled, some scattered—there’s hardly anyone left!”
The despair in that voice was unmistakable to anyone listening.
Doctor 315’s eyes bulged with rage. His hatred for the entire Night Doctor Alignment had already brought him to the boiling point, almost spitting fire.
“Damn it!”
The trembling voice said: “Doctor, what the hell happened?! Why did our Leviathan crash? Where are you right now? We’re already heading in that direction!”
Doctor 315 gritted his teeth: “I’ll explain the specifics when we rendezvous. The Mother Goddess has issued a kill order for that Night Doctor! He’s dead for sure! I haven’t escaped from the battlefield of the four Roots yet. I’ll tell you my exact location once I get out.”
The trembling, tearful voice said: “Mm-hmm, got it. Doctor, look up and take a peek—is there a big chunk of Leviathan flesh right in front of you? The shape of that chunk—doesn’t it look just like a big (bleep)(bleep)?”
Almost subconsciously, Doctor 315 lifted his head.
Sure enough, about a hundred meters ahead of him.
There was indeed a massive piece of wreckage driven straight into the ground, shaped eerily like a finger.
But with that voice’s description, even he had to admit it looked more like a big (bleep)(bleep).
He hesitated subconsciously: “That’s right—how do you know?”
The trembling, tearful voice said: “Mm, that confirms it. Then take a look—several dozen meters to your left, isn’t there a huge crystal shard, with an ugly face reflected inside?”
Almost instinctively, Doctor 315 turned his head to look.
And just as the voice had said, he saw a massive broken mirror surface—likely the remnants of experimental equipment from the Leviathan that had shattered upon impact.
When he looked into it, he saw his own reflection staring back at him.
There was indeed an ugly face.
Doctor 315 trembled, sensing something was terribly wrong. His face turned pale: “How do you know?!”
The tearful voice said: “Isn’t it obvious? Because I’m about to land precisely on top of you.”
In that instant.
Doctor 315 was horrified.
He jerked his head up toward the sky.
And in that very moment, he saw a colossal head plummeting toward his position in a free fall from above—and crouched atop that head, pressing one finger to his temple, wiping away tears with a grin as he looked down at him…
Lynn!!
MLGB!!
He let out a massive, terrified howl, instantly understanding the truth behind the voice that had been communicating with him.
This was too much!
This was absolutely too much!!
At this moment, no one could fathom the depth of devastation and psychological breach he was experiencing inside.
“Lynn!! You will die a horrible death!!”
He roared up into the sky, his massive pent-up rage snapping his sanity cleanly in an instant. He screamed hysterically, exploding countless tentacles that shot upward madly, fighting with everything he had.
Because even a mud Bodhisattva had three parts of fire—and he had been toyed with by that Night Doctor over and over again.
He couldn’t take it anymore!
He couldn’t take it anymore!!
“I’ll kill you!!”
He bellowed, surging power erupting wildly from his eyes as they bulged with rage, tears streaming.
And almost in that same instant, the colossal shadow above arrived right on schedule, like divine justice descending from the heavens. Without any surprise, it smashed directly into his position.
Boom—!!!
A cataclysmic, earth-shattering explosion.
Dust and smoke billowed.
The spot where he had been standing instantly caved into a deep depression.
And in the very moment Little One’s head touched down, Lynn nimbly leaped up, landing gracefully on solid ground. He adjusted his monocle, crouched down with a smile, and said:
“Doctor, use your brain. This is a battlefield of Roots, with seven Roots appearing in total. What subordinate of yours would dare come close? Even if some foolhardy one actually did approach, they’d be dead by now. Do you really think all of us Plague Doctors are loyal, fearless elite cadres like me?”
Ugh—
A thick mouthful of blood spewed from Doctor 315’s mouth.
His entire lower body crushed beneath Little One’s massive head, Doctor 315 opened his mouth in agony, every bone in his body groaning loudly with a cacophony of cracks.
“You… demon—“
His fingers trembled as he pointed accusingly at Lynn.
Lynn smiled warmly and gently, crouching before him. He clapped his hands and said:
“Feeling bitter, Doctor? I can understand that. After all, you finally had a chance to turn things around, only to watch it slip away right before your eyes. Anyone would feel terrible about that. Or is it that you thought I’d already forgotten about you? That you could just pretend none of this ever happened and…”
“Sneak away quietly? Hm?”
[Ding! Doctor 315’s despair toward you +10]
[Ding! Doctor 315’s despair toward you +11]
Doctor 315’s face was ashen, completely drained of color. Little One’s curious gaze, in his eyes, was not the purity of a child but the stark, crushing pressure of a Root.
Though not as powerful as their Mother Goddess, the aura of a Root could not be faked.
“Just kill me!”
He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with humiliation that had driven him almost to utter despair.
Lynn smiled, pinching his monocle, crouched on the ground: “Ah! Don’t be so hasty! Now that you’re at a dead end, and I, at the very least, am the Eighth Executive Officer personally appointed by you, as your only remaining subordinate and successor, don’t you think you should leave behind something for me to carry on your legacy?”
[Ding! Doctor 315’s anger toward you +10]
[Ding! Doctor 315’s anger toward you +15]
“Dream on!”
He roared at Lynn hysterically, fury turning to shame: “You demon! I’d sooner die than let you have my body!”
Lynn immediately reached out, cutting him off sternly, and closed his eyes: “I’m warning you—don’t provoke me. I don’t currently have that kind of… preference you’re implying, but if you really piss me off, be careful—I might just show you something. So, want to try saying one more word?”
Doctor 315 fell silent.
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