"But I can also tell you this—we won't let you succeed. And today is the day we destroy your chanical Units. We've been waiting for this day for thousands of years. We can't wait any longer."
Boom—
Countless twisted, fleshy branches erupted from underground, instantly slamming into the location where the God of All Machines' projection stood. The projection recoiled, but the spreading branches imdiately reacted, rustling as they launched a fresh wave of attacks at it.
The God of All Machines remained indifferent. The mont it landed, it spread its fingers toward the encroaching, monstrous branches.
Boom—
With a massive impact.
Using only the power of a projection, it blocked the full-force assault of the Desire Mother Tree's true body.
"Is that all?" The God of All Machines looked down with cold indifference, still showing no regard for the Desire Mother Tree.
Though it wasn't its true body, this projection possessed far greater power than the one that had been destroyed before. It simply didn't consider the Desire Mother Tree a threat.
"No, God of All Machines. There's also ."
In an instant.
The mont it finished speaking, a hoarse, whispering voice spread across the entire sky.
The very fabric of the sky churned wildly as that voice carried a maddening, low murmur that shattered thousands of nearby chanical Units in the blink of an eye. Lynn's brain also exploded with a deafening roar—a chaotic pulse that, even with Alice's support, sent searing, explosive pain through his skull.
Screech—
It was like the piercing wail of scorched infants, or the desperate cry of so massive insect being dismbered.
"That's…"
Lynn clutched his swollen head, his eyes instantly bloodshot and burning.
Even Hei Xianyue, who had remained invisible, was forcibly expelled from her stealth state by the sound, crashing heavily to the ground. Cursed symbols rippled across her entire body as she struggled against the maddening influence.
Sir Aiwen's eyes flickered wildly, and fine cracks began to spiderweb across his psychic barrier.
"Just as… I thought."
Crack—
A massive shattering sound followed.
In the thick, dark mist, space split open like fractured glass, revealing a colossal gap. A giant blood-red pupil slowly widened, fixing its gaze on the God of All Machines' projection.
Countless viscous, massive tentacles, dripping with bloody mucus, slithered down from the enormous rift and suddenly lunged at the projection.
And in Lynn's nearly bursting consciousness, the panel for that being instantly materialized.
【Flesh and Blood Dominator】
【Level】：???
【Alignnt】：Absolute Chaos
【Race】：???
【Combat Ability】：aningless to you.
【Introduction】：A Root-level horror born from the Dark World itself, the sovereign of countless flesh-and-blood lives. Vast Malice twisted his form, leaving him warped and disordered. Once, he invaded the Sight to challenge the Gaze within the domain of consciousness. After losing, he turned his focus to corrupting various worlds. As a native Root, he has been investigating the traces of the Old gods, intent on seizing their great power and settling accounts with the Fallen.
【Ding! You have discovered a new Root-level existence: Flesh and Blood Dominator. Automatically recorded into the Bestiary System.】
【Ding! You have received 18 free attribute points!】
"Flesh and Blood… Dominator!"
Lynn gritted his teeth, forcing his nearly exploding head under control, his eyes locked onto that massive blood-red pupil.
He saw it!
Finally saw it!
The sovereign of all flesh and impurity.
The source of filth and chaos.
He was the one who had eroded the Old… Evil God of Earth!
Crack—
The combined might of the three Roots sent countless cracks spiderwebbing across Sir Aiwen's psychic barrier.
Sir Aiwen narrowed his eyes, his body's data streams surging wildly, even spilling out of him as they twisted across the ground like a Kaleidoscope.
Under the oppressive weight of three Roots, his power was forced to escalate.
Of course. How could the Flesh and Blood Dominator have sent only a single Leviathan to fight? He had been lurking in the shadows all along, waiting for this very mont.
Before a Root, all else is but an ant.
In such a situation, even a Monarch could barely hold on, while a Death-On Tier was no different from an ordinary person.
And with all three Roots unleashing their full power, who could possibly stand their ground here?
Boom—
With the Flesh and Blood Dominator's powerful strike, the God of All Machines' projection instantly dissipated into countless data streams, shielding all nearby chanical Units. Without hesitation, it chose to withdraw its projection.
The next mont.
Dong—
Massive chis rang out.
In the sky at the center of the three Hives, a colossal chanical claw tore through space. Vast, cold dragon eyes slowly erged, and a sky-covering dragon head exhaled swirling mists that surged from its tallic jaws.
At that mont, the God of All Machines partially descended with its true body.
The roar of tal and the grinding of gears instantly neutralized the maddening interference radiated by the Desire Mother Tree and the Flesh and Blood Dominator.
As a being of chanical order, the God of All Machines' presence—though imnse—did not inflict chaotic, negative effects on ordinary creatures.
"And so?" The God of All Machines coldly regarded the two flesh-and-blood Roots.
Its gaze remained haughty.
As if it had long anticipated the Flesh and Blood Dominator's appearance.
As the most powerful existence among the three great Technological Civilizations of that era, it had always overshadowed both Cyber and the Colossus. As a pure chanical Ascender, it had never taken any being of equal rank seriously.
The only things that could truly make it wary—aside from that Calamity—were the hidden upper-level Shattered World that had never revealed its hand.
Of course.
Now there was one more.
The deep indentations of finger marks on its massive neck remained clearly visible.
But despite that, its true body's arrival instantly suppressed the montum of the two flesh-and-blood Roots.
Lynn gritted his teeth, fighting through the overwhelming pressure as he struggled to reach into his pocket.
"Sir Aiwen… can you boost the shield's strength a bit more… I… I…"
Sir Aiwen turned his head gravely. "Can you not hold on?"
Lynn gasped, laboriously pulling out a DSLR cara he'd taken from Bai Yi, raising it weakly.
"No… I'm recording a video… to upload to the Sight…"
"It can make money!"
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