Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 487: This Is Way Too Strong!

At this moment, inside the entire Hive, all Mechanical Consciousnesses saw that face wearing the white Raven Mask through the transmitted footage, and heard that elegant yet evil, soft laughter.

All consciousnesses trembled as they watched this scene.

Their gazes fell upon their Miss Intelligence Machine, bound by chains beside him, and then upon the smiling eyes of that Young Man next to her.

Clearly.

During the period they couldn't connect to Miss Intelligence Machine.

Their Miss Intelligence Machine had suffered unimaginable torment at the hands of that fellow.

And they immediately understood why such terrifying fluctuations were transmitted back when the Intelligence Core established Information Sync with Silver Fantasy earlier!

Because it was all what Miss Intelligence Machine was personally experiencing at this very moment!

"Demons! That Demon!!"

"Dispatch troops immediately to rescue Miss Intelligence Machine! We must kill him! Tear him to pieces!!""He actually dared to do such things to Miss Intelligence Machine, we absolutely cannot let him leave that place alive!!"

At this moment, the entire Hive was seething with indignation. The emotions of rage and humiliation even caused the entire Collective Consciousness to rumble and tremble.

All consciousnesses at this moment were glaring with eyes wide enough to split, staring at that smiling-eyed Young Man on the screen, already wishing they could skin him alive and eat his flesh!

Especially the uploaded consciousnesses among them.

At this moment, they felt like someone had forced them to eat a pile of shit. Trembling with anger, they were already itching to break from the ranks and personally go there to slay him!

Because the Mechanical Cult was highly collective and integrated, with strict hierarchy and ironclad discipline. And for uploaded consciousnesses like them, pure Mechanical Consciousnesses were almost naturally objects of their admiration and yearning.

And as the purest Mechanical Consciousness of their Hive No. 3.

Their Miss Intelligence Machine.

It could be said that almost all uploaded consciousnesses here admired that young lady from the bottom of their hearts. Even if they didn't show it outwardly, when assigned to her team for missions, they were secretly very excited.

Because this was a kind of yearning and pursuit of purity.

But now, the Miss Intelligence Machine they admired was being treated like this by that guy. And clearly, for a long period of time, Miss Intelligence Machine had suffered terrible torture from this Flesh and blood creature!

Anger.

Humiliation.

Shattered dreams.

At this moment, this concentrated, furious emotion even began affecting combat operations on the ground. Large numbers of the mechanical swarm even made significant errors. The battle lines momentarily lost their previous order and stability.

And this was absolutely impossible before.

This scene could be said to have directly disrupted the unity of the entire Hive consciousness.

Even the disorder appearing on the battle lines was noticed by the Leviathan, which had been hiding in the black fog all along.

Inside the Leviathan, over a dozen Plague Doctors, watching the surveillance footage of the mechanical swarm deployments throughout the city within the blood mist, were also astonished to see that the assaults of the Mechanical Cult's various swarms all revealed many significant flaws.

It was like a highly mechanized machine suddenly developed wear on its components. Whether in movement or tactics, many weaknesses were exposed.

This caused everyone, who had fought the Mechanical Cult for years and adapted to their seamless assaults, to feel waves of disorientation and shock.

"Mother Goddess Majesty, something seems amiss."

The leading Plague Doctor frowned and immediately reported in a hoarse voice:

"The assaults of the mechanical swarm have suddenly become somewhat disordered. This is vastly different from their previous combat style. They seem to be..."

He hesitantly uttered the two words he himself doubted were an illusion.

"Angry?"

That's right.

Looking at the transmitted battlefield footage, he clearly sensed the raging emotions within those mechanical bodies.

But logically, this absolutely shouldn't be an emotion the Mechanical Units would display.

Because anger means impulsiveness.

When machines possess the emotion of anger, no matter how efficient their actions, accidents will inevitably occur.

He was puzzled and confused.

Completely unaware of what had actually happened.

Until that strange, slightly amused voice of the Desire Mother Tree came from the Seed of Flesh and Blood.

"Of course, they are uploaded consciousnesses after all. Seeing such an insulting scene, not going berserk is already being very true to their nature, hehe."

The surrounding Plague Doctors were instantly stunned, utterly bewildered.

Had something happened that they didn't know about?

Because they could clearly detect the mocking and interested fluctuations in the Mother Tree's voice, as if she were currently watching a grand spectacle, feeling physically and mentally pleased.

"Mother Goddess." The leading Plague Doctor stepped forward, hesitantly inquiring:

"Has something major... happened on the Mechanical Cult's side?"

The Desire Mother Tree's voice, carrying that strange amusement, came again. It sounded like a bewitching lady resting her chin on her hand, watching something with great interest, saying:

"Correct. I really couldn't tell. I always thought you Plague Doctors were all pedantic, incompetent rats. But now it seems, I may have to revise my impression of you."

"Among you, there are also some very interesting juniors."

And at that very moment, the Seed of Flesh and Blood emitted wisps of crimson mist. An image slowly took shape within that blood mist.

All the surrounding Plague Doctors instinctively looked toward the image emerging within the blood mist.

And the instant they saw it, their expressions changed dramatically.

"That is..."

It seemed to be a vast underground space, surrounded by darkness, with only a faint blue glow emanating from a central area. And right in that zone, a Young Man wearing the same pale Raven Mask as them stood.

Beside him was a Mechanical Girl with vacant eyes, shamefully bound by chains.

They immediately recognized the appearance of that machine, their hearts filled with great alarm.

"Silver Fantasy?! That Supreme Unit?!"

They were greatly shocked, their minds in turmoil.

As Plague Doctors who had fought and controlled the Mechanical Cult for many years, they were deeply impressed by this Mechanical Girl shimmering with pale blue light. As a new-generation unit of Intelligent Machinery Technology, she had achieved significant results in multiple operations against them.

It could be said.

This Mechanical Girl was currently the most troublesome Mechanical Unit they had encountered.

Many times, they and the Dominator Sect had set up ambushes, wanting to suppress and kill her, but each attempt ended in failure. That Mechanical Girl could absolutely be called the strongest combat force below the Monarch level among the Mechanical Units.

But at this moment.

That Mechanical Girl, who had brought them such great intimidation, was actually bound there in such a humiliating posture, and seemed to have already suffered immense humiliation and abuse.

They were utterly horrified.

Whose subordinate is this?!

To be so ferocious!

To actually be able to capture even that Silver Fantasy?!

This... this...

Have the badasses among our Plague Doctors become this awesome now?!