At the sa ti, on the other side of the Root Network.
The chanical Girl, leading a massive, surging chanical Beetle Forces, narrowed her eyes and rapidly advanced towards the flickering light point representing Lynn in her field of view.
Intelligence Core: "Proceed with confidence, Miss Intelligence Machine. I have mobilized a large number of nano-clusters to suppress those Rebels. The target's position remains under surveillance."
Silver Fantasy narrowed her eyes, staring at that flickering, unstable light point.
They were now deep underground, deep enough that even for them, this territory was extrely dangerous.
Most of the Desire Mother Tree's attention should currently be focused on dealing with the assault from their main forces, leaving it no ti to spare for this area.
But everything hinged on probability.
If the Desire Mother Tree truly noticed them here, given their current scale, trying to confront a Root-level entity would be nothing but wishful thinking.
And more importantly.
Just one minute ago, that light point representing the target had stopped moving and hadn't budged since.
Given that guy's cunning and mysterious nature, it was entirely possible he had thought of so way to deal with them.
"Increase speed."
She narrowed her eyes, swiftly advancing through the Root Network.
Finally, after pushing forward for several dozen seconds, they abruptly passed through a curved, circular bend and imdiately witnessed the scene ahead, one that could drive one to madness.
That sight even made her instinctively grow vigilant.
The entire outer layer of the tunnel ahead was now covered in layer upon layer of viscous flesh and blood, completely different from the flesh walls of the Root Network. It was a sticky, seemingly writhing mucous mbrane tissue.
Drip, drip, sticky fluid fell from above.
Furthermore, nurous undulating sac-like structures were spread across the surrounding flesh walls, as if they had walked into so kind of giant larva hatchery.
"Detecting intense curse fluctuations ahead. Target coordinates are five hundred ters directly in front of you. Exercise caution."
The prompt from the Intelligence Core sounded in her ear.
"A curse?"
Silver Fantasy's expression remained calm. Her slender finger lightly tapped her chest, and a pale blue barrier instantly shimred into existence across her body's surface.
It seed.
He wasn't planning to run anymore, but rather intended to confront them head-on.
And that suited her just fine.
Because she still vividly rembered that despicable incident during her mission in the Cursed City, when that guy punched her so hard she cried out for three hours straight. That had beco the biggest stain on her record since her creation.
The war could be lost, but that guy had to die!
...
Deep within the Root Network, Lynn narrowed his eyes. One tentacle after another pierced into the surrounding flesh walls. Through the perspectives of the finely birthed insect swarms, he observed the chanical forces that had co to hunt him down.
Within the countless hexagonal compound eyes of the flies, the reflection of a silver-haired, short-haired chanical Girl wielding a Heavy Sniper Rifle appeared.
The pale blue streams of light flowing across her entire body gave off an extrely dangerous yet aesthetic beauty.
"It's actually her?!"
Lynn narrowed his eyes, stuffing his mouth with cumin-roasted larvae.
Lynn naturally recognized that chanical Girl at a glance. Wasn't she precisely the chanical girl he had encountered when he and White Night went to scout inside the Cursed City?
If he wasn't mistaken.
Her full na should be [Cyber-Intelligence Machine 'Silver Fantasy' a01 Prototype], a unique Supre Unit.
Furthermore, judging from White Night's previous assessnt of her strength, this chanical girl's combat power was at least equivalent to N Blood-Robed Madams. She probably couldn't reach Monarch-level, but whether she was Death On-level was hard to say.
But regardless of her level.
In terms of raw power, she would undoubtedly crush him comprehensively.
Moreover, for a technologically reliant faction like the chanical Cult, strength was difficult to categorize. They primarily depended on weapon potency, with an extrely high ceiling and a floor that wasn't too low either.
"The description says her full power can reach Root-level, but since she's a prototype, she must have significant flaws. If she could be captured..."
He narrowed his eyes.
Of course, he knew he was dreaming.
But he didn't mind tangling with this chanical girl. No other reason. After being hunted for so long and just getting gnawed on by nano-clusters, he absolutely had to get payback.
He wasn't acting purely on impulse either, because he still had four Substitute Death Dolls, a pile of books borrowed from Writer Sister, plus the teleportation ability of the Happy Ho. He wasn't too worried about flipping the boat.
And even if he couldn't take her down.
He definitely had to make her understand that his feathers weren't so easy to pluck.
"Miss Puppet, how is your physical condition?"
Lynn narrowed his eyes, cocking the safety on his Demon Hunter Revolver as he asked.
"The nano-clusters' primary target was you. Their erosion of wasn't significant. I am combat-ready."
Beside him, Miss Puppet hovered there. A purple halo flowed within her eyes, and nurous threads spread out around her, making her appear exceptionally powerful.
[SR Bodyguard: Miss Puppet at 100% charge. Role: Crowd Control, DPS. Power Tier: Transcendent Peak.]
Lynn nodded, turning his head cautiously. "Little Treasure, what about you? Are you ready?"
Squelch—
Row upon row of barbs shot out from Little Treasure's body. It opened its huge maw, spitting out a tongue within its tongue within its tongue, appearing utterly ferocious and brimming with fighting spirit.
"Hiss!"
[SR Mount: Fully flexible Little Treasure at full status. Role: Tank, Support. Power Tier: Transcendent Peak (?)]
And besides these two powerful teammates, naturally, there was also...
Swish, swish—
Beside Lynn, a little black-haired girl struggled to pull on a set of pure black combat attire Lynn had Mimicked for her. She tied up her hair, revealing a sharp little canine tooth, her small hands gripping the Night Demon Blade Lynn had given her.
"Ready! Watch Zuo Zuo give her a big one!"
Extrely ferocious ing.
[SR Moe: Invincible Miss Left Hand in Mimicry state. Role: DPS, Moe. Power Tier: ???]
Although Zuo Zuo appeared frail, if her birth was truly connected to the Colossus's heart, then in a certain sense, Zuo Zuo was actually the strongest among them.
Because Lynn still clearly rembered how she had devoured the Flesh Puppet from the inside out when she first ca into being.
If sothing was truly eaten by her, there was probably nothing she couldn't digest.
"Brain, the clothes you made for feel a bit off. It feels like my body is being touched. So weird. What material did you use to make them?"
"I used a part of my own flesh and blood to Mimic them for you."
"Eh??!"
"Don't worry, there aren't any of my tactile nerves on them, so I won't feel anything. Besides, we're about to fight. Even if I had no bottom line, I wouldn't take advantage of you at a ti like this, right?"
"Hmm, that makes sense."
After successfully fooling Zuo Zuo, Lynn turned his gaze upon himself.
[SSR Protagonist: Plague Doctor Lynn, who seems weak but is actually incredibly strong. Role: Support, Command, Curses, Cheerleading (shouting 666). Power Tier: (Too strong to ntion!)]
This was undoubtedly the peak combat power of their team.
And before their arrival, he had already preemptively activated his Cursed Eye, unleashing [Alien Insect Hatchery] to transform the entire tunnel into his personal domain.
Lynn adjusted his glasses a few more tis, his pitch-black Cursed Eyes wide open, as he cautioned with vigilance:
"The target possesses formidable strength and is leading an unknown number of chanical forces. So from now on, you absolutely must follow my commands. Don't worry about those chanical troops. My M has already stacked to the max, enough to give them a hard ti."
"Your main target is the leading chanical girl. If we take her down, we'll live the high life. If we can't..."
"We run!" Zuo Zuo declared ferociously.
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