Their chanical bodies were indestructible, but no matter how powerful, their consciousness was undoubtedly a vulnerable weak point compared to their chanical forms.
And as long as there was an issue with consciousness, then no matter how strong the chanical body, it would just be a pile of scrap tal!
But obviously, this ti, the chanical Cult had co prepared.
Lynn imdiately saw the three massive heavy-duty chs abruptly swing their gun barrels around. One of them suddenly transford, its chanical structure splitting open to both sides, and from the middle, a chanical device emitting a constantly swirling stream of light extended upwards.
"Detecting intense consciousness interference—Psionic Oscillator activated—Counterasure active—"
*Hum—*
In an instant, an invisible wave of fluctuation erupted from that device as its center, spreading across the entire battlefield in a wave-like pattern.
Lynn could even clearly see the threads woven by Miss Puppet in front of him snap one by one. The tiny bit of fluctuation that leaked through made him feel his mind was under trendous impact.
[Ding! Your ntal energy -10]
[Ding! Your brain has sustained minor damage!]
[Ding! Your ntal energy -10]
Continuous shockwaves spread.
Gritting his teeth, Lynn stared fixedly at the direction of the battlefield.
The data for that chanical device imdiately appeared before his eyes.
[Psionic Oscillator (dium)]: A counterasure weapon developed by the chanical Cult against all non-chanical consciousnesses. Divided into four types: Primary, dium, Advanced, and Extermination Class. Once activated, all conscious flesh-and-blood creatures and evil spirits within a certain range will suffer massive psionic shock and significant brain trauma.
It was clearly visible that under the effect of the Psionic Oscillator, the flower buds on those blood vessels rapidly withered, then burst one after another into countless sprays of blood. From inside that Flesh Cyst ca a series of maddened shrieks.
The next mont.
A large number of tentacle monsters shrieked as they squeezed out from within the Flesh Cyst.
But the mont they erged, their heads imdiately exploded with a boom, dying outright amidst the psionic shockwaves.
"Heavy Array—Full firepower coverage—Prepare to advance—"
Accompanied by the cold synthetic voice.
The other two massive Destroyers concentrated their firepower, once again unleashing streams of high-energy particle beams at the front of the Flesh Fortress.
The Flesh Fortress was instantly vaporized, leaving a huge breach.
Those humanoid chs imdiately raised their heads, quickly locking onto the tentacle monsters inside the breach through their screens. The firearms in their hands began firing *bang bang bang*, continuously pouring bullets into the breach.
"Breach achieved—Signal sent—Requesting second wave airstrike from the Hive—Use incendiary bombs for internal extermination—"
Instantly.
The intense sound of sothing tearing through the air ca again from the distance.
Right under Lynn's watchful gaze, a dense barrage of incendiary warheads slamd heavily onto the breach of the shattered Flesh Walls.
High-temperature flas swept roaring into the interior of the Flesh Fortress. Pitiful screams spread wildly within the fiery inferno.
"Continue advance—Phase Three preparation—Geological Oscillator deploynt—Move out—"
Following the command.
From the ranks of the humanoid chs, several units carrying special technological equipnt quickly stepped forward. In unison, they aid at the ground, thrust the equipnt in, and pulled the triggers.
*Hum hum hum hum—*
Dense cracks imdiately appeared on the ground.
And from within those cracks, nurous root-like blood vessels were constantly shaken out from beneath the earth, accompanied by screams resembling those of charred insects.
The ground continuously bulged upward under the machines' effect.
Exposing more and more thick blood vessels and root systems. All those blood vessels were actually connected to the massive Flesh Cyst at the center, like the veins of a heart, spreading across an area of several hundred ters around.
And at this very mont.
This colossal flesh creation was being exterminated bit by bit by the chanical swarm from three directions.
If nothing unexpected happened, this stronghold of the Desire Sect would not be able to hold.
"Miss Puppet, did you notice?"
Lynn narrowed his eyes, saying:
"After the chanical swarm deployed the Psionic Oscillator, that Flesh Fortress hasn't made any substantial counterattacks. This device must be specifically designed to deal with this stronghold. Otherwise, their progress definitely wouldn't be this smooth."
It was quiet all around, with no response.
Lynn closed his eyes, *swish swish swish* tugging on the thread attached to his little finger, forcibly pulling the invisible Miss Puppet to his side.
Then he reached out and poked her.
Signaling her to reply.
As for where he poked, who knows.
It just felt soft.
*Slap—*
Lynn's hand was unsurprisingly slapped away.
"Noticed."
A quiet voice that seed to want to kill him.
Lynn narrowed his eyes, *click* taking off his Plague Doctor Mask, saying, "So I have an idea, but I need your cooperation, Miss Puppet. You shouldn't be affected by the Psionic Oscillator, right?"
A brief mont passed.
Just as Lynn couldn't bear it and was about to pull out the Remote Control.
Miss Puppet's voice finally ca to his ear.
"Won't be."
Lynn nodded, putting the Remote Control away, not feeling surprised.
Because the description made it perfectly clear: this was a thod used by the chanical Cult against non-chanical units. And Miss Puppet's construction was, in a sense, chanical. The difference was that Miss Puppet was cursed arts-based, while they were purely chanical.
"That's good then!" Lynn narrowed his eyes, saying:
"Since we want to infiltrate the Flesh and Blood Cult, saving this stronghold would definitely earn us a huge wave of reputation. So I plan to take a risk. In a mont, I'll directly fold-jump into the battlefield to disrupt their formation. Miss Puppet, you're responsible for helping block the first wave of the psionic shock's effect. After that, leave it to !"
Miss Puppet's voice ca, asking:
"What are you going to do?"
Lynn smiled slightly, then calmly detached one of his own eyeballs. He slapped the Cursed Eye heavily into the empty socket. Blood gushed wildly, and the ripples of the curse instantly covered half his face with black capillaries.
"Just watch my performance."
In an instant, Lynn suddenly stood up, stepping onto the edge of the rooftop.
Amidst the biting gale.
One hand gripping the Scythe, his other hand suddenly swept out, wrapping around Miss Puppet's slender waist in one motion. He imdiately activated the Scythe's fold-jump ability.
"We're going in!"
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