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Chapter 555: Nobody Can Stop the Revival of the Intelligence Machines

The vast legion of Mechanical Units churned the sky above the Cursed City.

Compared to last time, the Mechanical Cult deployed on a far larger scale; the assembled forces clearly showed they were determined to seize Colossus's Tower this time.

But that was exactly what Lynn worried about.

Because the Flesh and Blood Cult had also been arranging their formations secretly. If they dared to fight a direct battle, there was no doubt they held powerful trump cards, which made them fearless.

Sir Aiwen’s eyes reflected that enormous army as he looked up and said,

“Lynn, remember our purpose and stance. Our primary target is the Plague Doctor collective. If they don’t show up, we must not act rashly. But the moment they appear, we have justification to take part in this war.”

The Night Doctor order could ally with any faction.

But the Plague Doctors were a lifelong mortal enemy, an absolute contradiction that allowed no compromise.

And Sir Aiwen had come this time precisely to clear the house.

Lynn’s gaze lingered on Sir Aiwen’s profile, and he vaguely sensed that Sir Aiwen’s leniency toward Miaomiao’s arrival likely had other reasons as well.Could it be?

Would the Plague Doctor who had brought grave suffering to Miaomiao’s family also show up in this Cursed City?

...

Above the sky.

Three massive Black Inverted Pyramids slowly approached the Cursed City from three directions, while swarms of wailing fighters and clusters of heavily armored machines had completely encircled the city.

Boom—

From the huge hive, countless mechanical pods swarmed out like an unleashed insect host, descending on the Cursed City’s districts as densely as missiles.

Heavy armored machines flashed blue in their optics, their enormous barrels rumbling and aiming at the blood-red towering colossal tree in the city’s core.

Inside the hive.

In the virtual consciousness space of the Supreme Rectification Council, a three-dimensional map of the entire Cursed City was displayed. Information phantoms rose around it, and under unified dispatch, major mechanical swarms rapidly arrived.

“Cluster Three—Cluster Twenty-One in position—eastern districts locked and encircled.”

“Cluster Forty-Five—Cluster One in position—underground units have completed the encirclement of the Mother Tree’s root system.”

“Sky support carrier clusters have finished deployment—ready to launch the general assault at any time.”

In front of the three-dimensional war map, the projection of the God of All Machines, his form flickering with data streams, stared intently at the city blueprint, saying nothing. All surrounding consciousnesses fixed their gaze on him, waiting for their Sovereign’s command.

That had been an ignoble defeat.

No one expected the first all-out assault to be disrupted by a suddenly appearing human the way it had been.

But at the same time,

it was precisely that human’s emergence that made them realize a third formidable force still lurked in the city, watching hungrily.

“Sovereign, are you concerned the Cyber Civilization’s AI and the Night Doctors will interfere?” one consciousness asked flatly.

The projection of the God of All Machines bowed slightly and said, “They always like to play balance. When one side weakens, they help the other. From the power they’ve shown so far, if they choose deep involvement, it will inevitably affect the current balance of forces.”

A mechanical consciousness lifted its head and said, “From historical battle analysis, whenever we were about to gain an overwhelming advantage against the Flesh and Blood Cult, the Night Doctors intervened multiple times to fight us. But one point cannot be ignored: the Plague Doctors, an important faction split from the Night Doctors, have an irreconcilable conflict with the Night Doctors themselves.”

Another mechanical elder turned heavily and said,

“So, the Night Doctors may target us, but they would never stand with the Flesh and Blood Cult, correct?”

The projection of the God of All Machines slowly approached the vast three-dimensional image. Blue radiance rippled across his data streams, beautiful and ominous.

He reached a hand into the three-dimensional projection and said deeply,

“But whether they intervene or whether the Flesh and Blood Cult is prepared in advance, we must seize the Colossus’s Brain! If we cannot complete the trinity, we will be trapped in this hell forever.”

“No one can stop the revival of the Intelligence Machine civilization, neither the Flesh and Blood Cult nor Nightfall City.”

“Attack!”

He suddenly clenched his fist within the azure Cursed City projection.

A declaration of total war was issued.

...

Almost at the same moment, above the Cursed City,

Hum—

Accompanied by a tremendous spatial hum, a particle trajectory beam dozens of meters wide instantly tore across the sky above Lynn, cutting through the darkness and striking the core area’s Flesh and Blood Colossal Tree branches in the Cursed City from extreme distance.

Boom!!

With a massive explosion, the enormous flesh tree immediately blew open a huge gash.

War erupted!

Lynn spun and looked up, his pupils instantly reflecting countless swarms of aircraft roaring from the black fog above, streaking toward the city.

“Protect yourselves. Don’t slack off.”

Sir Aiwen abandoned his usual refined gentleness, his expression turning stern and vigilant. With a sharp hand gesture, the space around their High Tower blurred.

And at the same time,

dense bombardment began!

Lynn could even clearly see countless dark warheads, like raindrops, pouring from the sky, launching a first wave of carpet bombing across most of the Cursed City.

One massive warhead after another slammed into the ground, kicking up clouds of dust instantly.

The huge shockwaves and terrifying sonic booms shook the entire earth.

Boom boom boom boom boom—

This was the Mechanical Cult’s combat doctrine.

Their battle arrays began with all-out saturation strikes, giving the enemy no chance to resist. In such large-scale warfare, individual power under the Monarch level could not withstand this rolling iron tide.

Lynn shot to the rooftop, eyes blazing, studying the battlefield situation.

Endless machine swarms still streamed overhead. The districts within sight had already turned into an inferno because the Flesh and Blood Cult’s ground strongholds were almost all obliterated in the first bombing wave due to the Mechanical Cult’s strategic contraction.

He finally understood why the Mechanical Units had been able to consistently pound the Flesh and Blood Cult on the front lines.

This was the power of warfare potential!

On a massive frontal battlefield, the Mechanical Cult could unquestionably rank at the top of the Dark World.