Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 561: Chaotic Battle Among the Three Great Origins

Sir Aiwen’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

At a time like this, when everyone else was barely daring to breathe as they watched the battle, only this kid was thinking about how to make money. Had he not realized that his behavior was seriously out of step with the tense atmosphere that had been so carefully built up here?

But despite thinking that, Sir Aiwen still increased the shield’s intensity a bit more, just to prevent him from actually getting himself killed while recording a video.

Then, his gaze once again fell on the center of the battlefield.

The Three Roots stood in a grave confrontation.

The atmosphere was nearly frozen to its limits.

Among them, the Desire Mother Tree was the weakest in terms of power, but she had descended with her true body. As the sacrificial magic circle operated, the strength of her body would only grow stronger.

However, the Flesh and Blood Dominator and the God of All Machines had not truly descended; they had forcibly shattered space to manifest their bodies.

Their combat power would inevitably be severely limited.

But even so.The God of All Machines still possessed the strength to directly face the two Roots of the Flesh and Blood Cult.

Sir Aiwen’s brow was tightly furrowed.

Among them, the Desire Mother Tree was the weakest in terms of power, but she had descended with her true form. As the sacrificial magic circle operated, the strength of her true form would only grow stronger.

Roots had already transcended most ordinary means of combat. Could they really create a plague that worked on Roots?

So…

What was the real reason?

On the battlefield, the standoff continued.

Silence reigned all around, like death.

“Do you really think that by coming down together, you’ll be my match?”

The God of All Machines’ massive dragon head looked down with disdain, its gaze utterly indifferent.

The sky-covering tentacles slid down menacingly from the gap in the horizon. The pair of blood-red pupils stared at the massive dragon head of the God of All Machines across from them, saying nothing.

The Desire Mother Tree also sneered as she stared at the God of All Machines, saying:

“Sovereign, don’t be too overconfident. Have you forgotten the scar on your neck? Doesn’t that prove that even someone like you can get hurt?”

“So then, how can you be sure that we can’t do it?”

The God of All Machines raised its dragon head, looking down at them, and said coldly: “Because a waste will always be a waste. A bunch of organic waste relying on flesh and blood dares to bark in my presence?”

And the moment it finished speaking, it launched its attack without hesitation.

It had no such patience.

The massive dragon head suddenly opened wide, and a blazing fission beam shot fiercely toward the Flesh and Blood Dominator’s massive pupil. At the same time, in an instant, within the surging black mist tens of thousands of kilometers above, a vast array of mechanical devices were constructed in the blink of an eye as blue outlines rapidly took shape.

Boom—

The molecular beams falling from the sky also covered the Desire Mother Tree’s massive body almost simultaneously.

War had erupted.

The Flesh and Blood Dominator’s gaze was icy. Its pupils focused, and the space in front of its eyes suddenly shattered like a mirror, blocking the God of All Machines’ beam attack while a barrage of ear-piercing whispers that could shatter one’s mind came from within the rift.

Creak—

Almost the moment they heard those piercing whispers, all living creatures nearby immediately felt their consciousness flooded with countless useless, distorted, and filthy pieces of information.

If your brain’s capacity was 100, then within those whispers, it was as if a massive amount of distorted information instantly filled your brain beyond 100, plunging you into an overload of agonizing collapse.

Without a doubt.

This was definitely a special combat method that the Flesh and Blood Cult had developed through thousands of years of struggle with the Mechanical Cult.

Your hardware simply couldn’t handle the invasion of so much information.

So almost in an instant.

The mechanical swarm on the periphery of the God of All Machines’ protection immediately overloaded and exploded in waves.

The Desire Mother Tree also attacked at the same time. She used her powerful regenerative ability to withstand the God of All Machines’ particle strike. With a long roar, countless spores spread from her massive trunk across the entire sky.

Rustle—

Almost the moment those spores touched the ground, cells multiplied rapidly, and countless Flesh and Blood Colossal Trees sprouted and grew, attacking the God of All Machines from the physical layer like sharp spikes.

The spreading spores.

In an instant, they transformed the already ruined Cursed City region into a tree realm of writhing flesh.

Regeneration!

An unimaginable speed of healing and recovery.

This allowed the Desire Mother Tree, even after suffering the God of All Machines’ terrifying particle strike, to recover again in an instant.

Rustle—

Countless vines, hundreds of meters thick, churned the entire earth. The massive shockwaves and dust they spread even affected Lynn and the others, who were hundreds of kilometers away.

Sir Aiwen’s gaze was calm. He grabbed Lynn by the shoulder, and in the instant the shockwave surged over, he teleported them into the sky a thousand meters high.

The war had fully erupted.

There was no longer any safe territory on the ground.

As far as the eye could see, the entire earth had turned into an endless hell of writhing vines.

The black mist was also stirred into a storm, and through it, one could faintly see the massive tentacles of the Flesh and Blood Dominator and its cursed gaze constantly appearing.

And this was a Root-level war.

If they truly went all out, a radius of thousands of kilometers would become their battlefield.

But even under the siege of two Flesh and Blood Roots, the God of All Machines remained indifferent and responded calmly, because compared to the ground, it had nearly infinite sky.

In the higher reaches of the surging black mist, with a single thought, it could construct tens of thousands of mechanical devices.

That was true beyond-visual-range strikes.

At the beginning of the battle, only a few particle beams had descended, but as time passed, the density of the beams increased exponentially. And those were no ordinary energy weapons; almost all matter that touched the beams would rapidly disintegrate at the molecular level.

“The nano-clusters have also entered the fray!”

Lynn raised his DSLR Camera and suddenly looked up, seeing a tornado formed by sand-like winds as they fully began to devour the flesh tree realm.

And it wasn’t just the nano-clusters.

The three Black Star Hives were also firing at full capacity, like interstellar fortresses, frantically destroying the tree realm vines spreading toward them.

Sir Aiwen held his staff calmly and said:

“Don’t think of the Mechanical Cult as a collection of scattered units. Think of them as a single entity. On a truly high-intensity battlefield, every mechanical body here is a part of the God of All Machines.”