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Chapter 558: Silver Fantasy's Hatred for You +10

“Praise the God of All Machines—”

At this moment, the screens of every mechanical unit present flickered with dazzling blue light, and the cold mechanical voices converged into a roaring torrent.

And as he slowly walked out from behind that curtain of light, his icy gaze slowly turned and swept in their direction, the heavy warning implicit and unmistakable.

“He’s entering the fray!”

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

Sir Aiwen’s expression remained calm, a faint green light radiating from his body as psychic energy flowed, shielding both himself and Lynn as they faced off from a distance against the God of All Machines’ projection.

But it was only for a moment.

The God of All Machines’ projection turned its gaze away, landing once more on the massive trunk of the Desire Mother Tree.

This was a warning.

And also an understanding.He was telling Sir Aiwen in this way: The Mechanical Cult has long been aware of you. If you don’t interfere, all will be well. If you make a move, the Mechanical Cult will immediately become your enemy.

Sir Aiwen said calmly, “He wants to draw out that Leviathan, and he’s also telling the Flesh and Blood Cult in this way that he fears no trump cards or contingency plans.”

And what descended was only one of his projections.

But the intimidation displayed by this projection was no less than if his true body had arrived in person.

War!

Had begun!

Boom—

With one deafening explosion after another, mechanical pods were launched one by one behind the God of All Machines’ projection. As the pods shattered, a mechanical girl wearing a azure-blue helmet and wielding a monomolecular blade slowly raised her head.

And behind her, descending simultaneously, were dozens more silver-white mechanical battle armors.

Supreme Units!

But clearly, the quality of these units was one level lower than Silver Fantasy’s. Still, there was no doubt that these units were also the Mechanical Cult’s latest war weapons!

“Looks like a major battle is really about to break out. Even Miss Intelligence Machine is here. She hasn’t broken down yet?”

Lynn muttered skeptically, somewhat annoyed.

Sir Aiwen tilted his head slightly. “You know that mechanical girl?”

Lynn nodded, adjusting his mask. “Yeah, I spent over an hour educating her underground. That’s exactly why the God of All Machines personally came down to take me out.”

Sir Aiwen: “???”

And as if sensing Lynn’s gaze, Silver Fantasy’s unit visibly paused. Then she turned her head and looked in their direction. Her gaze seemed to cross an immeasurable distance before finally locking onto Lynn’s plague doctor mask.

Hum—

An immensely cold and menacing aura spread over.

[Ding! Silver Fantasy’s Hatred for You +10]

[Ding! Silver Fantasy’s Hatred for You +20]

[Ding! Silver Fantasy’s Hatred for You +29, Lewdness +1]

Seeing this, Lynn pushed up his plague doctor mask to reveal his face, then flashed an adorably harmless smile in that direction.

He even made a peace sign.

[Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding…]

Lynn’s ears immediately filled with countless system prompts overflowing with murderous rage and fury.

“Focus.”

The God of All Machines’ projection stared ahead indifferently.

Hearing the God of All Machines’ voice, Silver Fantasy, still wearing her helmet, struggled to pull her hate-filled gaze away from that direction. But the slender hand gripping her sword hilt still trembled uncontrollably from her murderous intent.

The God of All Machines said coldly, “Remember my words. Since you don’t want to undergo thought restructuring, you must learn to restrain your emotions like a flesh-and-blood creature. I’m making an exception to let you participate in this war. If you act on your own without following orders, even if you are my daughter, I will personally send you to the Purification Tribunal. Do you understand clearly?”

Silver Fantasy gripped her sword hilt, thumped her chest with one hand, and spoke from beneath her helmet’s screen.

“Yes, Sovereign.”

But even so.

Just thinking about that demon who had tormented her for so long watching from afar, she couldn’t help but tremble with humiliation. Because the instant she saw that face, images of being tied up and brutalized by him underground involuntarily flooded her consciousness.

She swore.

As soon as the Flesh and Blood Cult was suppressed, she would personally kill him. She would make that demon experience what it meant to wish for death but be unable to find it.

Her gaze grew colder and colder.

…

As the great army advanced, the trunk of the Desire Mother Tree standing in the city center was completely surrounded.

And then, the next moment, the entire sky suddenly erupted with a chaotic, seductively mad laugh.

The Desire Mother Tree’s massive, fleshy roots rattled as they stretched out from the trunk, twisting around to wrap its main body. Thick, viscous blood dripped down like a blood spring, plip-plopping to the ground.

“Ah… the God of All Machines, my Sovereign… I thought you had already been strangled to death in your previous confrontation with that human… That was truly a battle that shamed your authority, wasn’t it? Who would have thought that the esteemed God of All Machines could sink so low?”

A voice dripping with ridicule rumbled through the air.

The God of All Machines’ projection remained coldly silent.

Gurgle—

As flesh and blood spread across the trunk, a massive, twisted, smiling face slowly emerged on the enormous tree’s surface.

“But I have to say, it’s still your usual style—sending me such a generous gift before the battle even starts. My poor children really suffered heavy casualties, didn’t they?”

Twisted.

Grotesque.

The laughter was like someone scraping steel knives against your bones inside your ears.

“Still, it’s fine. Trying to outmatch you in conventional combat is, after all, a foolish thought no matter how you look at it. Isn’t that exactly how you’ve been crushing us for thousands of years?”

“So…”

A series of chewing sounds slowly came from within the massive trunk, as if a wild beast was devouring its captured prey one bite at a time. Vast amounts of blood gushed from the gaps in the branches, followed by the symphony of countless miserable screams, turning this ruined land into a realm of wailing undead.

Sir Aiwen’s eyes also narrowed sharply as data streams from his detection scrolled across his vision regarding the Desire Mother Tree.

“She is…”

The countless life signals originally hidden within her trunk were now, accompanied by that horrifying chewing sound, being extinguished in clusters.

The God of All Machines’ projection immediately received feedback from the Hive’s monitoring.

“Devouring her own followers.”

At this moment, even the mechanical consciousnesses felt a chill run through them.

Inside the Desire Mother Tree’s trunk, invisible to their eyes, countless flesh-and-blood creatures who had sought refuge there to escape the bombardment were now being turned into her nourishment.

Being digested and consumed by her.