But as soon as they stepped out of the Land of Crimson Rot, the surrounding chanical parts suddenly ca to life.
Clank~ They ford shackles that imprisoned their ankles and wrists, making it impossible to advance a single step!
At this mont, the remaining Crimson Wasps in the sky sward upwards.
Yet around the chanical Puppet King, parts began to float silently, rotating around him.
The swarm couldn’t get close without being smashed to pieces by these flying chanical parts.
It was simply impossible to get near him.
The Flesh Butcher faced the sa fate; as soon as it got within a 50-ter range, the surrounding space would shatter directly.
There was no way to approach the opponent through the Void Passage.
The chanical head was in the sa state, and directly ahead were twelve 10-ter-tall giant chanical guardians, making it impossible to break through in a short ti.
The chanical Puppet King, at this mont, single-handedly held off an entire army!
This terrifying scene sent a tremor through Lear’s heart at the rear.
Is this the power of a top-tier hero?!
Rumble~
At that mont, an exaggerated crack suddenly appeared in the ceiling of the hall.
The entire relic seed to be collapsing.
The chanical Puppet King was violently breaking through the relic!!
Lear’s pupils contracted sharply.
If allowed to proceed, everything here except for the Flesh Butcher would be buried alive!!
A certain doom!
His gaze gradually beca frantic.
"Kill!"
The second roar echoed.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry charged with relentless terror without holding back.
But those twelve 10-ter-tall chanical giants blocked the path tenaciously, preventing them from getting close to the giant chanical head, let alone severing the tal pipes connecting to the opponent’s back.
As for destroying or severing the flesh of the Abyss Duke, that was even more out of reach.
The casualties of the Cold-blooded Cavalry soared under relentless attacks, quickly surpassing a squadron!
These were Level 11 troops, the high-tier force he had painstakingly developed.
Yet now, they were being sacrificed en masse here.
The battlefield had always been this brutal.
Seeing the situation not progressing, and more cracks appearing in the ceiling,
Lear’s gaze sharpened.
"Radina, return!"
The Flesh Butcher heard the order and instantly vanished into a phantom.
"My lord..."
As soon as the words fell, crack~ bang~
A ceiling piece, two ters in diater, exploded directly, crashing down in front of him.
Shards flew, dust swirled.
The tremor underfoot almost made one unable to stand.
But Lear’s expression did not change in the slightest, quietly saying sothing.
On the other side, the chanical Puppet King noticed this scene but rely glanced his way.
The only threat to him on the field was that headless stitched creature with unique abilities.
But now that it couldn’t get close to him, its powers were aningless.
And having connected with the chanical head, he feared nothing anymore.
Now, he would break free from this shell that had imprisoned him for millions of years; he would attain ultimate freedom!!
Just then, he noticed out of the corner of his eye the Divine Life silently vanishing into thin air.
Playing such petty tricks again!
His gaze turned cold.
But in the next mont, he saw the opponent appear 50 ters ahead, and what’s more... bringing a person along.
The Human Lord?!
The opponent’s face was now covered in blood, their breath unstable, clearly injured.
Forcing through the void ca at a heavy price.
"What, coming to throw your life away?!"
A re Level 7 or 8 Human Lord coming before him now, what were they planning?
He struggled to understand the opponent’s thoughts.
But anyone here was re ants anyway.
With a single thought, the chanical parts around him suddenly surged up, hurtling toward the opponent.
Whoosh~
The air made a piercing sound of sothing cutting through it.
Nearly tearing the eardrums.
Hitting speeds that left only afterimages.
And in that mont, he was surprised to see the Human Lord slowly wipe the crimson blood from the corner of his mouth.
The gaze turned profoundly deep.
Just a breath before the chanical parts would hit him.
An indescribable, sacred, inviolable power surged forth, majestic and solemn like the sun in the sky.
Instantly, it surged forth!
In that instant, the chanical Puppet King’s body froze, and those flying parts suddenly lost control and scattered away.
They crashed into the ceiling with a loud bang, sending up a cloud of dust and debris.
The chanical immunity to ntal control was useless against... the majesty of the Divine Spirit. How could one resist?!
At the sa ti, the Flesh Butcher beside Lear vanished once more.
As his body was about to fall, the Crimson Queen Bee flew over, its limbs tightly gripping his shoulders, suspending him in mid-air.
The chanical Puppet King’s body suddenly trembled, violently breaking free from the endless pressure.
A low growl ca from his throat, his eyes burning with rage.
"No!!"
"You’re not a god!"
"You’re nothing but a vile thief!"
"We’ve slain gods too, so what if they ca!!"
"Machines are the eternal sovereign!!"
"You filthy human bastard, you should die!!"
The chanical Puppet King broke free from the terrifying Divine Power suppression in just two breaths.
Replaced by an endless fury burning in his heart.
In the next mont, the chanical parts on the ground suddenly lifted into the air, hundreds, or even thousands tore through the air like cannonballs, roaring toward him.
Lear saw this, the crimson corner of his mouth forming a slight smile.
"Too late..."
As the words fell, the chanical Puppet King noticed space shattering beside him.
In horror, he saw that headless stitched creature carrying a massive half-finger erging through the void.
That entity... could even bring such a large object over?!
In his incredulous eyes, the headless stitched life form’s body exploded in the backlash of the void, turning into a skyful of blood and flesh.
In this brief suspended mont, the Human Lord placed a hand on the half-severed finger.
While quickly falling with the hand in tow.
But in that brief instant, the sacred, inviolable force within surged into the severed finger.
An energy capable of obliterating everything surged from within the finger.
The chanical Puppet King’s heart was filled with extre fear and chill, letting out a hysterical roar.
"No!!"
His body lunged outward desperately.
Just one step away from leaving here, how could he fall here!!
But at that mont.
That obliteration energy quietly penetrated the void, consuming him...
The chanical Puppet King could clearly feel his body and soul dissolving at that mont.
As if tossing ice and snow into a burning furnace.
With extre unwillingness, he gave Lear atop the severed finger one last glance, slowly raised his head to look at the cracked ceiling.
Sighing deeply, he slowly closed his eyes.
Perhaps this was the best ending... the chanical puppet crafted by the goblins, battled to the end for their cause.
In that mont, body and soul wholly vanished, obliterated.
At the sa ti, the clattering downstairs ca from the ten chanical giants assembled from parts collapsing, as if the strings of puppets had been cut.
Lear fell swiftly with the severed finger, bang~ the severed finger hit the ground hard, stirring up a cloud of dust.
While in the last mont, he was caught by the Crimson Queen Bee.
Suspended two ters off the ground.
Waves of pain surged through his body; Lear wiped the blood from his mouth and turned his gaze... all around him were the corpses of the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
In the sky, only the Crimson Queen Bee remained combat-ready.
In the distance, there was the massive chanical head that provided energy to the chanical Puppet King, raising it to Level 16.
Inside it lay the Abyss Duke’s flesh!
Now, it was his!!
Seeing this, despite the imnse pain, he grinned.
This battle was damn hard-fought, nearly leading to complete annihilation.
But in the end, he damn well won!!
Victory!!
chanical Puppet King, I made you Level 16!! Even in death, you must die!!
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