And at almost the sa ti, the monitoring panels of the three Hives instantly displayed the massive blood-red giant that had appeared in the sky.
It revealed the bone-white Plague Doctor Mask standing within the Leviathan’s chamber.
“Plague Doctor!”
At that mont, a surging wave of unease swept through the entire Cursed City the mont the Leviathan appeared.
A colossal shadow lood overhead, and the sky-shaking roar of the deep space made every chanical sensor hum with vibration.
It was like an unspoken agreent.
Almost the instant the God of All Machines’ attention was drawn away, the Flesh and Blood Dominator and the Desire Mother Tree struck out without hesitation, launching an extrely fierce assault against him.
It was as if they had been building up strength all along, waiting, biding their ti for an opportunity—and that opportunity...
Was now!
“Move!”
The Desire Mother Tree’s guttural voice thundered across the entire sky.
And at the sa mont, just as countless chanical units locked onto the appearance of that massive entity, its sky-covering body began to gurgle and violently transform, erupting into countless pores. It was as if every single pore on your entire body had opened at once. Within those dark, fleshy cavities, blood-red liquid frantically flowed through mucosal tissues, saturating every spore.
That was a virus!
That was a plague!
Like a god of death bringing destruction and catastrophe, the Plague Doctor slowly extended his withered hand. The pale Raven Mask’s eye sockets reflected the entire earth below.
At that mont.
He gave the order.
Thump—
Countless dull, muffled sounds of flesh squeezing and shooting forth went almost unnoticed amid the chaotic battlefield.
They were countless spores, constructed entirely from bloated flesh and blood, like freshly ripped-out, still-beating, bloody hearts.
And then, under the awe-stricken gaze of every living being...
They blasted across the entire sky!
A massive wave of unease almost simultaneously swept through the God of All Machines’ consciousness. His pupils violently contracted, and he could clearly see the reflections of those spores in his enormous eyes.
Sir Aiwen looked up with an emotionless expression, his green eyes reflecting the massive Leviathan.
Plague.
Just as he had guessed.
This was their real trump card, their true goal!
Ever since that assassination attempt on Lynn back in Nightfall City, ever since they uncovered those deep-rooted operatives within their royal research departnt, they had been preparing for this very mont.
This war was never about competing for the Brain of the Big Bang.
Their target, from beginning to end, had always been the chanical Cult.
They had been waiting for this mont.
To exact their thousand-year-long revenge on the entire chanical Cult!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
At that mont.
Countless spores exploded across the entire sky. The blood mist nearly blanketed the entire battlefield, corroding every corner, corroding every chanical entity present.
The first to be affected were the three Black Star Hives. They bore the brunt of the assault. As the blood-red mist adhered to the Hives, tal began to deform—from the microscopic molecular level all the way to the macroscopic surface. Dense, writhing flesh sprouted across the tal.
Those fleshy growths were like greedy vines, rustling as they spread outward across the entire surface of the Hives.
Viewed from afar.
The smooth black inverted pyramids looked as if they had been stained with patches of fine rust and bloodstains, which then rapidly expanded, rapidly spread, and rapidly festered!
“Warning! Warning! Hive struck by unknown agent, signal lost, defense systems breached!”
“Information link with Cluster 1, 4, and 35 lost! Cannot establish connection!”
“Warning! Warning! Connection to main base consciousness severed, connection to Sovereign severed, ergency consciousness upload request initiated... upload failed, consciousness upload authority blocked by unknown interference!”
“Information sync request sent, no response received, no response received!”
In an instant, within the consciousness space of the three Hives, the links to the chanical consciousness across the entire battlefield were massively disrupted. Red markers representing lost connections continuously lit up across the screens.
“Warning! Warning! Requesting highest-level ergency link with the Purity Council, imdiately...”
Click—
Everything ca to an abrupt halt.
It was like being bound by heavy chains, or like a jailer slamming shut every door leading to the outside world.
The mont the Hives were enveloped by flesh, the entire consciousness space plunged into darkness. All connections to the outside world fell silent, like a deep-sea voyage lost in the abyss.
Silence!
Deathly silence!
All three Hives fell into paralysis simultaneously.
Like three corpses sealed within tombs, stripped of their forr cold, tallic structures. Those three massive black inverted pyramids had beco dead, silent giants, crawling with countless sticky fleshy growths.
And across the entire battlefield.
The mont that blood-red plague blanketed everything, bloodstains and rust began to appear on every single chanical unit present.
Flesh sprouted from the tal surfaces of countless warplanes, and their internal chanical consciousness simultaneously lost connection with the Hives and the God of All Machines.
They were right next to each other.
They could still see the Hives and the God of All Machines with their own eyes, but the mont silence fell, it felt like being thrown into an endless, deep sea.
“The blood mist! Is it the blood mist causing this?! Is anyone there?! Can anyone hear ?! The Hive and the Sovereign have lost contact with ! Requesting permission for ergency consciousness upload?!”
But there was nothing.
At that mont, the usual noise of their information sync had beco as silent as death.
Every consciousness displayed had been marked with a gray label: [Lost Connection]. No one answered.
“Is anyone there?!”
“Information sync has been interrupted. Cannot perform consciousness upload. Cannot effectively control the unit!”
“If you receive this, please respond! Please respond!”
“My consciousness... my consciousness is being split! The 51 chanical units I control are dividing my consciousness! Cannot perform consciousness upload—I am locked inside this body!”
Above the sky.
Under Silver Fantasy’s trembling gaze, countless warplanes infected by flesh and blood fell like ashes, one after another.
She swiftly swung her Monomolecular Blade, severing the massive branches that had spread toward her. She turned her head sharply, her trembling gaze landing on the chanical units fighting alongside her.
Vicious red flesh had crawled all over their bodies, infiltrating their systems bit by bit.
The consciousness of the entire cluster that had been synchronizing information with her also began dropping off in patches within the blood mist. chanical units around her fell into paralysis in droves.
Her consciousness exploded with a roar.
At the sa ti, she felt a chill creeping through her own chanical body.
She looked down at her hands. She saw the blue-gray crevices of her fingers begin to sprout with bloody red flesh. The tal was transforming, and in the areas covered by that flesh, it felt like a cold iron curtain had been slamd down over her.
Blocking all information exchange with the outside world!
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