Lear took a risk this ti and almost got himself into deep trouble.
Using the chanical Puppet King’s mindset of having everything under control, he created a brief opportunity.
The Divine Power stalled the chanical Puppet King for a few breaths, while the Flesh Butcher sacrificed itself to teleport the severed finger through the Void Passage.
Every part linked together; with just a slight miss, the battle’s outco could have turned out differently.
He exhaled, allowing the Crimson Queen Bee to set him down.
Back on the ground, Lear’s body trembled, nearly collapsing.
Every part of his body was in imnse pain, as if crushed by a boulder rolling back and forth hundreds of tis.
Not a single part was unhard.
Passing through space subjects one to terrifying spatial compression, sothing the Flesh Butcher, with its ability to control the void, could withstand.
But it couldn’t completely shield him.
He had to endure it himself.
Fortunately, it lasted only a brief mont; had it gone on for two more breaths, he might not have made it out.
The severed finger couldn’t be destroyed by ordinary force, nor effortlessly cross the void.
But to transport it here required imnse power... the Flesh Butcher barely managed by exhausting itself.
At this mont, Lear noticed the magic power around him beginning to surge.
It sward towards a certain place.
His head instinctively turned to look, only to see the Flesh Butcher’s shattered body slowly becoming ethereal.
It gradually floated upwards, bit by bit rejoining together.
The missing parts of the body sprouted new growth like budding branches, quickly regenerating.
In re minutes, the headless divine life was revived.
Rebirth!
After consuming 1 point of Divinity, it could instantly revive at full status after death and, for 3 hours, gain an additional 50% in all attributes.
Domineering.
Lear felt slightly better.
Focusing, he saw that there was one less point of Divinity on the attribute panel, leaving two points.
But he could recover 1 point every day.
Three lives, such brazen confidence, damn it.
Were it not for rebirth, he wouldn’t have let the Flesh Butcher execute such an audacious action with such confidence.
He also had to thank the previous battles, which granted him this divine life and the skill of the Void Passage.
Every sip and bite had its reason.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he turned to gaze at the massive chanical head.
His eyes gradually burned with intensity.
The most precious treasure within the Goblin Ruins lay inside!
"Radina, Haggs, lead the team inside to search."
"There’s a piece of the Abyss Duke’s flesh inside... be careful not to touch it rashly!"
Although the Abyssal Evil God might not be as renowned as those divine spirits with churches spanning the Main Plane, it wasn’t sothing an ordinary person could fathom.
Such an Evil God, even a re approach could be beguiling... even if it was reduced to just a piece of flesh.
The two promptly acknowledged, leading the troops to approach the chanical head, seeking a way to open it.
Seeing this, Lear steadied his mind, casting Swamp Blessing on himself several tis to swiftly heal his injuries.
With the pain slightly subsiding, he finally had the energy to scrutinize his surroundings.
However, upon seeing the Cold-blooded Cavalry corpses spread all around, he fell silent once more.
The cost of this battle was staggeringly terrible.
With a rough glance, more than a hundred Cold-blooded Cavalry soldiers had fallen!
This was the largest sacrifice since the establishnt of Weilu City.
"Bubble Beast, gather up all the Cold-blooded Cavalry’s corpses and place them in the Land of Crimson Rot... we’ll bury them when we return."
The little ones from the rear imdiately stepped forward, beginning to collect the corpses with bubbles.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry who fought against the chanical giant often t tragic ends.
Most were bloody, mangled bodies, many reduced to just half a torso.
This evoked an inexplicable sense of heroism.
Even when facing an overwhelmingly powerful enemy, they did not retreat one step.
Fearless, unyielding!
The Bubble Beast, too, was respectful, not leaving any corpse behind, bringing them all back to the Land of Crimson Rot.
Seeing this, Lear moved with intent.
A mild surge of Power of Crimson flowed out, protecting these bodies from being devoured.
The warriors’ final destination was the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits.
Soon after, the Land of Crimson Rot gradually dimd and was absorbed back into his body.
An abundance of chanical parts erged anew on the spot.
Besides the semi-undying life and bodies transford, nothing living could be taken inside the Land of Crimson Rot.
To carry weapons or chanical parts required additional expenditure of Spiritual Power.
The greater the quantity, the greater the consumption.
Lear couldn’t carry too much, he couldn’t sustain it.
After the fallen warriors were gathered, his gaze returned to the chanical head.
Unfortunately, the corpse of the chanical Puppet King wasn’t left behind.
Otherwise, the haul could have been richer.
He didn’t have to wait long before the troops exploring the frontlines quickly found the passage into the chanical head.
They began attempting to explore within.
About ten minutes later, an excited Cold-blooded Cavalry soldier ca to report—
They had discovered the piece of the Abyss Duke’s flesh at the center of the chanical head!
Lear felt a wave of excitent.
He gestured for them to lead the way.
Arriving beneath the chanical head, its grand and terrifying presence was imdiately apparent.
Standing over 30 ters tall, like a small mountain, its bright silver surface reflected the unique luster of tal.
It was clear that this head was assembled from individual chanical parts.
The inscriptions on it glead with light, giving a marvelous blend of sci-fi and fantasy.
Should this chanical Puppet be fully assembled, one could only wonder what kind of existence it would beco.
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