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Chapter 482: The Mother Tree and the Plague Doctor

At the same time.

On the surface, ever since the machines launched their all-out assault on the core area several dozen minutes ago, the entire Cursed City had been engulfed in the flames of war.

Streak after streak of particle beams tore through the black fog, slamming heavily onto the colossal tree at the very center that pierced straight into the sky.

Around the area closest to the core, enormous, writhing vines constantly rose from the ground, frantically holding back the Mechanical Cult's large-scale advances and charges.

The believers of the Flesh and Blood Cult were also constructing layer upon layer of tight defense lines around the core area.

"Hurry! Defense Line Three has fallen! Send reinforcements immediately! They're about to break through!"

"Those damned machines, I'll fight them to the death!"

"Watch out for their particle beams! Hold the passes! The underground Root Network has been completely overrun! Don't let them breach our lines!"

Under the baptism of artillery fire, one believer of the Flesh and Blood Cult after another roared like madmen.

At the very center of the Cursed City.On the outer perimeter of a tower that plunged deep into the earth, countless interwoven, crisscrossing flesh-and-blood vines and roots tightly entangled the above-ground upper half of that tower.

Clearly, that was the entrance to the Colossus's Tower.

The timing of the Mechanical Cult's all-out assault was also extremely cunning. It was precisely at the final moment when the Desire Sect was about to breach the tower's surface defenses that they launched their brazen attack!

"Respected Mother Goddess Majesty, we are prepared. Now, we just need to wait for the majority of the mechanical swarm to step into our trap. The Mechanical Cult's strength will undoubtedly suffer the greatest loss in its history."

Inside the Flesh Leviathan.

Within the writhing, crimson chamber, over a dozen Night Doctors wearing pale Raven Masks knelt on one knee, paying the highest respects to the pulsating seed of flesh and blood before them that throbbed like a heart.

Red mist swirled around them.

Through that mist, the great chaotic battle erupting in the Cursed City could be clearly seen.

The seed of flesh and blood they were worshipping was the mark left within the Leviathan by their ally for this operation, one of the Flesh and Blood Cult's two Root-level existences: the Desire Mother Tree.

"However, our Sovereign Majesty also has... some concerns about your ability to withstand the Mechanical Cult's offensive."

The leading Plague Doctor spoke slowly.

"If those machines seize the Colossus's Tower before our Leviathan's preparations are complete, then this strike against the Mechanical Cult will inevitably come to naught."

His tone remained highly respectful.

But a clear sense of superficial harmony could be heard in his words.

If not for the need to jointly resist the Mechanical Cult's attack, the Dominator Sect and the Desire Sect would likely never have cooperated.

Within the Flesh and Blood Cult, there had never been a time when they were truly united.

The seed of flesh and blood pulsed slowly, like a heart.

Then, in the very next moment, a series of supremely seductive Whispers suddenly echoed in the minds of all present beings. An indescribable, sinister aura rumbled forth from that seed.

"Tell the Dominator that I will fulfill our agreement according to the covenant. However, also ask him... not to play any tricks behind my back."

The dense Whispers finally coalesced into a seductive voice they could understand.

No.

That wasn't seduction!

Because the tone of that voice held no inflection whatsoever. All it carried was the chaotic, sanity-shattering intensity of the Whispers inherent to the sound itself!

It was as if countless tentacles were crawling inside your brain, violently stirring your deepest desires from the very core of your soul.

"And one more thing."

The voice formed from Whispers slowly sounded again.

"Do not think that having the Flesh and Blood Dominator backing you gives you the right to be insolent before me. You are his servants, but if I wish it, you will become mine. Understood?"

As the voice finished.

The dozen or so Plague Doctors and Flesh and Blood Humanoids could no longer endure. An intense anticipation instantly drove their SAN to zero. They let out screams of utter collapse and loss of control, their bodies sprouting countless tentacles.

Madness.

The leading Plague Doctor also trembled violently. He forced his head down with difficulty, enduring the torment on his soul, and gasped:

"Yes... Mother Goddess Majesty."

A mocking, evil chuckle.

That powerful desire interference instantly dissipated like a gentle breeze. The crawling Plague Doctors and Flesh and Blood Humanoids finally stopped, collapsed and hollow. Clearly, the Desire Mother Tree had withdrawn her influence over them.

And this told them.

Even with their Leviathan.

Before a true Root-level existence, they were still nothing more than beings that could be crushed at any moment.

The leading Plague Doctor dared not be disrespectful again. He struggled to moisten his dry throat and immediately changed the subject, kneeling and whispering:

"Mother Goddess Majesty, I beg your forgiveness. I meant no disrespect to you or the strength of your Desire Sect. It's just that according to our observations..."

"The Mechanical Cult has already invaded your underground Root Network. Moreover, they have dispatched nano-clusters. What we fear is whether they might use the underground to bypass the surface battle zones and directly invade the core area of the Colossus's Tower."

"The Mechanical Cult's ambition for the Colossus's Brain is far greater than we imagined."

After speaking, he kept his head bowed, holding his breath, waiting quietly.

Because he recalled the three massive explosions that had come from underground earlier. Clearly, the Mechanical Cult's offensive underground was likely far more ferocious than on the surface.

After a long while, that seductive, desire-filled chuckle once again sounded from within the pulsating seed of flesh and blood.

"There is no need for you to worry about that. I have only manifested a quarter of my body. Until the Hive appears, or the God of All Machines personally enters the fray, I naturally need to conserve my strength. However..."

Amidst the rumbling Whispers and spreading desire.

The enormous colossal tree at the very center of the Cursed City suddenly began to grow wildly again, splitting apart with a rustling sound into countless vines. A sinister, oppressive aura abruptly enveloped the entire Cursed City.

And underground, the Root Network, which had been almost devoured down to its roots, suddenly came alive, spreading out rustling in all directions.

"It is indeed time to curb them a bit."

As the voice fell.

The leading Plague Doctor turned his head sharply and immediately saw, in the surveillance imagery of the underground network displayed within the chamber, the underground network beginning to grow frantically.

He immediately buried his head even lower, trembling at the power of this Desire Mother Goddess, ranked second within the Flesh and Blood Cult.

Without a doubt.

This Mother Goddess did not take the invasion of the mechanical swarm underground seriously in the slightest.

She was merely waiting.

Waiting, nonchalantly, for the Mechanical Cult's Sovereign to personally enter the fray.