Free Web NovelThe moment they saw Lynn's face, the mechanical bodies that had been so orderly instantly erupted into chaos. A wave of furious and infuriated mental fluctuations immediately reflected across their facial screens.
Even the profanities they had uttered before consciousness upload, which they had long forgotten by morning, were now dredged up—a testament to just how terrible Lynn's reputation was among them.
Whoosh—
Lynn landed instantly under the massive ejection force.
He raised his head, smiled slightly, adjusted his monocle, and said:
"It's already too late, gentlemen!"
In an instant, Lynn's entire body of flesh and blood surged to a boil. Just as they were about to angrily aim their generators at him, dense tentacles erupted from Lynn's body in all directions, piercing indiscriminately through the air.
Thwip—
The enhanced Flesh Calamity displayed explosive power far beyond its previous limits. Amidst the shower of sparks, one mechanical body after another was sent flying backward under the impact of the tentacles.
This powerful burst immediately interrupted their suppression of Little Treasure.
But it was clear.
Those mechanical consciousnesses had prepared thoroughly. When the tentacles pierced their bodies, cracks appeared on their surfaces, and one hexagonal shield after another, like a honeycomb, materialized, absorbing most of the damage.
"Attack!"
A cold voice rang out.
The mechanical consciousnesses quickly steadied themselves, firing blood-red rays from the muzzles in their hands, all aimed directly at Lynn's face.
Lynn leaped into the air, spread his fingers wide, and aimed them at the ground beneath his feet.
Mimicry, activate!
Buzz—
In an instant.
With a blinding silver light.
With him as the center, the surrounding ash and sand rapidly gathered at incredible speed, forming wall after wall of metal shaped like middle fingers, blocking the mechanical bodies' line of sight and their attacks. This was the first time Mimicry had been used in actual combat.
And judging by the speed of this rapid mimicry of inorganic matter, one could absolutely see the immense potential of this skill after enhancement.
Lynn stepped on the side of one wall, swiftly dodging a barrage of beams, then executed a graceful roll and appeared right in front of Little Treasure.
He adjusted his monocle and smiled:
"Little Treasure, long time no see. Where have you been all this time? Please don't tell me you just got lost—that would be way too lame!"
Little Treasure angrily flicked its tongue, struggling violently, and hissed repeatedly at Lynn.
Clearly.
It had absolutely zero expectations for meeting this guy who fed it expired potions every day.
"Alright, let's get you out first. We'll talk in detail later!"
Lynn smiled slightly, forcefully shattered the instruments arranged around him that had been suppressing him, and freed Big Tongue.
But almost at the same time.
Those dozens of mechanical consciousnesses had already furiously smashed through the surrounding walls, swarming in, surrounding them on all sides.
Clank, clank, clank—
In an instant, dozens of psychic energy generators glowing with a crimson halo locked onto their position.
"Attack!"
With a cold command.
In perfect unison, dozens of psychic energy beams blasted toward Lynn.
Before Little Treasure could even react, Lynn had already grabbed its body, spun around, and ducked behind it, using the just-freed tongue as a shield.
"Hssssssss! Ah!"
Little Treasure let out a terrified scream.
The dozens of beams once again pinned it firmly in place.
[Ding! Little Treasure's anger toward you +10]
[Ding! Little Treasure's anger toward you +11]
With Little Treasure absorbing the first wave of damage as a powerful shield, Lynn planted one foot on Little Treasure's tongue, leaped up, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. Thinking about taking down Silver Fantasy, the intense backlash of pain surged through him, but he maxed out his charge.
Boom—
A single punch landed.
Almost as Lynn touched the ground, his fist slammed heavily into the earth beneath his feet. A crimson halo instantly radiated outward in all directions.
"That's enough! Time to run!"
Lynn took a long stride, and as he passed the roaring Wushen, he expertly tripped her with one foot, scooped her up, tucked her under his armpit, and quickly dashed deeper into the blood mist.
But what they failed to notice was that, on the other side of the blood-colored mist, a seductive, cold smile had silently appeared.
Like a ghost.
And one could almost see the pale ankles moving, and the long green willow branches swaying in the breeze.
"I've been waiting for you."
