Obviously.
Without a doubt.
This was definitely sothing they had never expected.
Lynn grabbed that Screar, playing the lodious rhythm of blessing, and said calmly:
"Do you want to hear more? If you do, I'll activate all the other Screars too, and we can all bask in this motherless rhythm together!"
The mont these words left his mouth, all the Plague Doctors nearby were startled, frantically shaking their heads and waving their hands.
"No need! Really, no need! Sir Losh! We understand completely, there's really no need for more of this!"
"This is too much! Absolutely too much! I've hated those bastards at the Bio-armant factory for a long ti, and now they give us this kind of shoddy creation!"
"Aren't they afraid of delaying the battle?! Are they trying to make us play this kind of music to greet the enemy's mothers when we fight?! Huh?!"
All the Plague Doctors around him were stirred up, their eyes blazing with anger.
Because this really was too much!
You could tell just by listening—this wasn't a low-quality product at all; this was deliberately made to disgust them!
They started off by greeting soone's mother, but did the chanical Units even have mothers?!
They didn't!
So who had mothers?!
They themselves had mothers! Was this a greeting for the chanical Units? No, this was clearly a greeting for their own mothers!
"Sir Losh! We'll follow your lead! Tell us what to do and we'll do it!"
"This is too much! Thank goodness that chanical Girl hasn't attacked yet, or else the bla would've fallen on us!"
"Thank goodness you were thorough and caught this early, sir, or we'd be taking the fall for a huge disaster!"
The crowd was in a frenzy, their anger boiling over.
Lynn held up that mother-greeting Screar with a heavy expression, extending his hand and saying:
"Everyone, calm down! Now is not the ti for bla. After we eliminate those two intruders, the higher-ups will handle things. Our top priority is to report this to command and get a new batch of weapons as soon as possible! Otherwise, once that chanical Girl attacks, it'll be too late!"
The Plague Doctors nodded vigorously, suppressing their anger, impressed that their commander could remain so calm under these circumstances.
"Sir! I'll contact the First Chamber imdiately!"
...
Half a minute later.
On the massive wall screen, as the neural link activated, the face of a Plague Doctor wearing a Raven Mask slowly appeared before them.
But before that Plague Doctor could speak, the lodious rhythm echoed through the entire chamber.
"♫~Your mom's cracked~♪~Your mom's gone~♩~Your mom cheated on your dad~"
"..."
Instantly, the gazes of all the Plague Doctors working in the chamber were drawn to the one who had just connected with Lynn's squad.
Amidst the lodious lyrics, even Doctor 315, seated high on the throne, slowly opened his eyes.
The atmosphere suddenly beca incredibly eerie.
A brief silence.
That Plague Doctor commander imdiately erupted in fury, slamming the table, staring at Losh's (Lynn's) and his subordinates' faces on the screen, and barked:
"What the hell?! Do you know where you are?! Starting off with foul language right away—do you want to die?!"
Lynn's surrounding Plague Doctors were so intimidated they didn't dare say a word.
A few Plague Doctors frantically reached out to snatch the Screar from Lynn's hand, wanting to turn off that motherless rhythm.
But Lynn raised his hand, refusing them, his gaze quickly scanning the situation on the other side through the screen. Then he saluted with one hand to his chest and said hoarsely:
"Reporting, sir! I am Losh, leader of the Plague Doctor squad responsible for Area 45! I'm not trying to die, and I wasn't using foul language! The truth is, there's a major safety hazard in our equipnt! I had no choice but to report to you personally!"
He gritted his teeth and held up the Screar in his hand.
"Sir! Look at this! What is it?!"
That Plague Doctor commander stared coldly at the Screar in his hand that kept cheerfully greeting his mother, and said:
"A Ghost-Faced Screar? So what?"
Lynn lifted the Screar seriously and said hoarsely: "Sir, I want to ask—is the purpose of all Screars to launch a friendly greeting attack on the enemy's mother?"
The commander hesitated suspiciously: "Absurd! Never!"
Lynn said darkly: "In that case, I want to ask you, sir—why is it that nearly half of the Ghost-Faced Screars assigned to our squad all like to greet other people's mothers?!"
The mont these words left his mouth, the entire First Chamber fell into dead silence.
Around Lynn, his subordinates stood there trembling, because even though they were also furious, they didn't dare to confront their direct superior so bluntly!
No wonder he was Sir Losh!
This wasn't a report; this was an interrogation!
After a brief silence, the commander glanced around, then asked hesitantly: "Are you saying... half of your Screars have been changed to this mode?!"
Lynn said hoarsely: "That's right! So I really want to ask—with the enemy at our gates, does the Bio-armant factory want us to use these counterfeit, shoddy products to deal with that Death-On Tier chanical Girl?!"
Slap—
Lynn slamd the Screar in his hand onto the ground in exasperation.
Then he pointed sharply at the door behind him, where the sounds of the Colossus were constantly coming, his tone full of frustration and indignation—anyone could hear the aggrieved and angry emotions in his heart.
It was as if he was saying: I serve the country with all my heart, but the country treats like I'm nothing—is that fair?!
"Sir! Listen to !! That chanical Girl is about to attack our position at any mont!! We've already accepted death, put our lives on the line, and prepared to fight to the bloody end!! But what are these creations they sent us?!"
"Before we even greet the enemy, we've already greeted our own entire families!"
"Are we supposed to use these things to talk that chanical Girl to death?! But we all know—chanical Units, they don't even have mothers!!"
[Ding! Infectious Aura triggered! Your probability of persuading others slightly increased!]
All of Lynn's subordinates were shaken. Hearing this heartfelt speech filled with frustration and bitterness, they were infected by that aggrieved and suffocating aura, their eyes also burning with anger.
Yeah!
They were fighting on the front lines, drenched in blood!
And what were these things they had been given?!
Fight?
Fight how?!
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