When the light dot reappeared on the monitoring network, it was already floating several hundred ters behind her.
"Warning! Target has activated fold-jump ability—"
Her pupils constricted sharply as she abruptly turned her head.
And at that very instant, right in the center of the chanical beetle forces using shockwaves to slaughter the insect swarm, accompanied by a continuously contracting blood mist, Lynn and his group suddenly appeared right in their midst.
The beetle units' auditory sensors imdiately blared with violent alerts from their detectors.
"Warning! Warning! Target detected approaching! Current distance: 1 ter!"
But Lynn had planned this in advance, and his attack was far too swift.
One chanical beetle barely had ti to turn its head before its screen reflected that pale Plague Doctor Mask, even able to see through the lenses the utterly mocking, gentle smile in his eyes.
And at that precise mont.
Lynn raised his fist, a surging red vortex gathering around it at an unimaginable speed, that heavy punch instantly landing on the Flesh Walls covering the ground.
BOOM—
A massive wave instantly erupted outward from Lynn in all directions in the form of a shockwave.
On their monitoring instrunts' detection, that marked red fluctuation instantly covered the beetle forces within a hundred-ter radius in a flash.
They had never imagined he would be insane enough to directly fold-jump right among them and launch a desire strike against them!
All consciousnesses piloting the beetle forces instantly scread internally.
...
"Miss Puppet, I'm counting on you!"
Lynn gritted his teeth, instantly leaping up, grabbing the thread tied to his pinky finger, and pulling the petite Miss Puppet in front of him.
Hei Xianyue, accidentally injured yet again, suppressed the urge to beat him to death within her heart, forcibly maintaining calm. Her white hair danced wildly as slender threads shot from between her delicate fingers, instantly linking to hundreds of chanical beetles present.
Her high heel lightly tapped against a beetle's back as she leaped upward, purple light blazing in her eyes, her gothic flower bud dress fluttering. Under the influence of Lynn's Strength, she easily seized control of the bodies of the hundreds of chanical beetles present.
And this was the terrifying aspect of a Puppeteer!
Facing creatures stronger than you might be strenuous, but against anything at the sa tier or below, this was the Puppeteer's Stage!
The situation almost instantly reversed. Nurical superiority, under Miss Puppet's control, was abruptly flipped.
"Excellent!"
Lynn flew backward, landing on Little Treasure's body, then grabbed Zuo Zuo by the back of her neck and directly hurled her toward the remaining chanical beetle clusters.
"Zuo Zuo! Ti to show your strength!"
"Don't worry!"
Mid-flight, Zuo Zuo, even more petite than Miss Puppet, bit her sharp teeth, letting out a fierce cry, her twin black ponytails whipping wildly as the Night Demon Blade in her hand chopped off a chanical beetle's head.
Her small body spun sharply.
Her arm suddenly transford into an extrely sharp spear, instantly piercing through over a dozen chanical beetles in a straight line.
[Ding! Your Left Hand killed one chanical beetle. You gained 80 base experience!]
[Ding! Your Left Hand killed two chanical beetles. You gained 160 base experience!]
[Ding! Your Left Hand killed one chanical beetle. You gained 80 base experience!]
This entire sequence was executed with fluid grace, the completion ti not even exceeding three seconds!
First, Lynn's fist shockwave provided group control, directly temporarily disabling their mobility. Then Miss Puppet entered the fray with hard control to reverse the situation. Imdiately after, Zuo Zuo descended to wreak havoc and slaughter.
Everything was pre-planned.
Even the previously slaughtered insects played a crucial role in this ambush.
Because their bodily fluids contained strongly corrosive acid. While this couldn't corrode the chanical beetles, it did soften their external armor to so extent, weakening their defenses.
This ambush could almost be called perfect.
But Lynn knew the real threat wasn't these chanical beetles at all, but...
In an instant, he sharply turned to look in the direction they had co from.
And almost simultaneously, his gaze aligned with the muzzle of a pitch-black gun barrel. Just several hundred ters away, as the fold-jump glow had just faded, he saw that chanical Girl who had avoided his shockwave.
He saw her kneeling on one knee there, the silver heavy sniper rifle in her hands aid at his skull, saw her finger heavily squeeze the trigger.
BANG—
A gunshot rang out.
Even the surrounding space seed to vibrate.
That silver bullet tore through the air, leaving ring-shaped electromagnetic pulses in its wake.
It was far too fast!
So fast there was almost no reaction ti!
But just as that bullet was about to strike Lynn's forehead, the thread bound to his pinky finger violently yanked his body to one side, barely making the bullet graze past his ear.
[Ding! You have been affected by an electromagnetic pulse. Your HP has decreased!]
[Ding! Your hearing is impaired! Your hearing ability has dropped to 50%]
BZZT—
The pulse brought by that bullet skimming past his cheek made his right ear sense a sharp tallic ringing, instantly deafening one of his ears.
Lynn knew this war was only just beginning!
Because if this chanical force's combat power was set at 100%, that chanical Girl alone accounted for over 90% of it!
Powerful!
Incredibly powerful!
And just as that bullet grazed his cheek and he was about to take his next action, that chanical Girl several hundred ters away abruptly vanished from his sight.
His pupils constricted sharply.
An imnse, familiar sense of crisis surged over him.
Just like when he and White Night were discovered while sneaking, his vision was suddenly engulfed by a silvery-white glow. Accompanied by pale blue fold-jump light, the cold form of that silver-haired chanical Girl leaped to his side.
[Warning! Silver Fantasy's threat level toward you has reached 100%!]
In that split second.
The high-frequency vibrating orange monomolecular blade in her hand sliced directly toward his head.
Swift!
Mobile!
A lethal assassination strike without the slightest hesitation or delay!
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