That voice was so piercing.
The hysterical emotion carried within it montarily drowned out the chaos of the entire battlefield.
And the gazes of the four Roots were imdiately drawn to that suddenly erupted voice, turning toward that direction.
In the distance.
On the desolate wilderness, Lynn stood there alone.
He too turned his head in shock, staring at the black cat perched on his shoulder. That voice was so hysterical and desperate that Lynn could even clearly see the trembling in her eyes.
"Miaomiao..."
The black cat abruptly leaped from Lynn's shoulder to the ground, her fur bristling all over. Her gaze trembled as she stared at the old man's face atop the massive Leviathan.
"It's him! He's the one... the one who originally turned Miaomiao into a monster! Miaomiao's mother, father, brother... he's the one who ruined them all!!"
In that instant, Lynn's entire body shook.
Even Sir Aiwen's gaze suddenly turned sharp and profound.
Miaomiao's whole body trembled. The imnse fear and the bloodstained mories of the past surged up like a spring, instantly flooding from the deepest recesses of her mind, leaving her frozen cold.
Those blood-soaked photographs.
That pain, carved into her bones with each and every cut.
Her mother's face, her father's face, her brother's face—all erged in this mont.
In that cold underground base, the unending tornt, that pale plague doctor mask, that devil's face—kind yet rciless as he conducted flesh and blood experints on them.
And all of it converged into a single number representing his designation.
315!
Lynn's expression turned icy in an instant. He swiftly scooped up Miaomiao and coldly activated the scythe's fold-jump ability, closing the distance to where the system panel could appear.
In a flash, the panel introduction of that Plague Doctor materialized before his eyes.
[Daybreak·Doctor 315]
[Race]: Flesh Amalgamation
[Level]: Peak Death On
[Alignnt]: Lawful Evil
[Class]: Plague Doctor, Flesh Modification Master, Plague Walker, Curser
[Combat Ability]: The frightening thing isn't his strength, but his knowledge.
[Introduction]: Daybreak—aning the first ray of dawn that tears through the night. One of the initial Nine-Cross Veterans of the Night Doctors, one of the founders of the Plague Doctors, and also one of the first sages to break with the Night Doctor alignnt. But he has always claid he never betrayed, rely received correct guidance. Later, he collaborated with the Flesh and Blood Cult, becoming one of the strongest Flesh Modification Masters in the Dark World. He personally crafted the Leviathan's original form and advanced research in plagues and curses to the forefront of hell.
Plague Doctor 315!
In that mont, Lynn's heart turned ice cold.
His mind also instantly recalled the records he had seen on those photos of Miaomiao.
And he truly never would have imagined.
That instigator, that devil who had caused the tragedy of Miaomiao's family, was actually here!
Overwhelming anger and trembling brought Miaomiao to the brink of losing control. Even the surrounding space showed signs of reality warping.
"A cat?" the Desire Mother Tree said mockingly.
"You know a cat?"
The old man gazed at the black cat on Lynn's shoulder and said hoarsely:
"It has traces of my modification, but I've modified far too many creatures."
His gaze returned to indifference, then turned slightly mocking and sardonic.
"Besides, I can't possibly rember every insignificant thing."
At those words, Lynn's expression turned frigid.
"Big Brother Aiwen, kill him for ."
Woom—
In an instant.
A twisting fluctuation like a kaleidoscope appeared beside that Plague Doctor. The Plague Doctor's face changed drastically as he imdiately drove the Leviathan to close its chambers.
But even so, as reality twisted, a massive wound was abruptly torn across the surface of the Leviathan's chamber.
Crack—
A huge sound of flesh tearing.
Crimson shreds of flesh and a rain of blood cascaded down from the Leviathan.
The Flesh Leviathan imdiately let out a pained howl that echoed through the deep void.
But Sir Aiwen's expression remained calm. He didn't stop. His consciousness instantly charged into the Leviathan's interior, tracking the Plague Doctor's movents at terrifying speed to obliterate him.
No one expected him to act so decisively!
And that preemptive strike.
Imdiately detonated the entire stalemate!
"Trying to touch my people? You're far too arrogant."
With that hoarse voice, the Flesh and Blood Dominator's chaotic, imnse consciousness abruptly expanded, cutting off Sir Aiwen's search and engaging him in psychic combat.
War erupted in an instant.
The Desire Mother Tree let out a cold laugh. Her seductive, aningful eyes teasingly glanced at Lynn, but her attack was utterly ruthless. The surging Flesh Tree Realm instantly rolled like waves toward Sir Aiwen and the God of All Machines.
A sky-covering, bloody Flesh Tree Realm.
The God of All Machines also cast a glance at Lynn, making no effort to communicate, but it was clearly wary.
And now, since they were on the sa side, he had no reason to attack Lynn.
Boom—
The sky-covering Flesh Tree Realm was effortlessly obliterated by the God of All Machines.
"I don't care about the grudge between you and the Plague Doctor. You block their ntal attacks; leave the rest to ."
The God of All Machines said coldly, then abruptly opened its massive maw. Surging energy waves instantly blasted toward the Desire Mother Tree and the Flesh and Blood Dominator, vaporizing hundreds of kiloters of ground into countless particles.
The Flesh Leviathan circling in the sky clearly emitted waves of sarcasm. The Plague Doctor's vast voice rumbled out.
"You want to kill that badly?"
"Sir Aiwen, I know your weakness. If this war drags on long enough, your curse will eventually strip away all your mories. And when that happens, I'll see who you can still help!"
Sir Aiwen said nothing more. His expression calm, his imnse psychic power directly teleported Lynn to a safe location while he fought alongside the God of All Machines.
With the distortion of space, Lynn's body suddenly materialized at the edge of the battlefield.
Sir Aiwen's deep voice echoed in his mind.
"I know the situation now. Tell that child—we ca here this ti to clean house. That Plague Doctor will die, but it's best to leave him to . Don't get involved."
Lynn looked up, feeling the earth tremble, and gazed toward that battlefield.
Then he picked up Miaomiao, still trembling and drowning in those bloodstained mories. Holding her head seriously, he said in a low voice:
"Now that we've found that devil, we'll make him pay in blood. Have you forgotten? All the Night Doctors in Nightfall City accepted Miaomiao's commission back then!"
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