Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 564: We Enter the Battle

The vocalizer began to malfunction.

The detectors failed.

The sensory receptors interacting with the outside world shut down.

Even vision and hearing suffered massive interference, filled with dense noise!

"This is... a plague... specifically targeting us..."

She jerked her head up, her tearing gaze piercing through the endless blood mist, landing on that pale raven mask atop the massive Leviathan.

Boom—

A thunderous crash.

A colossal tentacle swept through the flesh-wrapped mechanical swarm, crushing countless mechanical units into scrap.

No consciousness upload was possible. Their awareness was locked inside their mechanical bodies.Being killed under these conditions meant true death!

This terrifying plague had nearly crippled the Mechanical Cult's greatest advantage—the ability to discard mechanical bodies at will. If their consciousness was destroyed, there was no turning back!

The God of All Machines finally understood their true purpose!

He finally understood why they had been waiting, why they hadn't attempted to crack the Tower of Thundering Echoes during their strategic withdrawal.

They had been waiting for his war potential to fully activate. The moment the tidal wave of mechanical forces poured into the battlefield, they struck at the very foundation of the Mechanical Cult!

Boom—

Chaotic death beams erupted from the Flesh and Blood Dominator's massive pupils, slamming heavily against the God of All Machines.

"So this was your real goal all along!"

The God of All Machines' gaze turned icier than ever. The chains across his entire body clanked violently.

One could only imagine the fury burning inside him at this moment.

The Flesh and Blood Dominator rasped, "Because we know full well the terror of mechanical civilization. If we don't cut off your war potential, we'll never seize the initiative on the front lines."

The God of All Machines' gaze was as cold as a death curse, his murderous intent nearly solidifying into substance.

"But do you really think this can destroy my cult?!"

The Desire Mother Tree sneered coldly, "As long as you exist, the Mechanical Cult can never be completely overthrown! But from this day forward, the history between us will be rewritten! You can try to crack this plague, but if we manage to severely wound you today, you won't be our opponent for at least a thousand years!"

This was a counterattack years in the making!

A revenge long sought!

Because almost simultaneously, across the Dark World, Flesh and Blood Cult forces that had been prepared for this moment launched their own counterattacks on every major Mechanical Cult stronghold and base.

The time-limited nature of the plague meant the Mechanical Cult couldn't find a countermeasure in time.

Either don't strike at all.

But if you strike, you deliver a fatal blow, completely crushing your opponent!

The massive Leviathan let out a series of deep-space roars above the blood mist. The Plague Doctor in the pale raven mask slowly pressed one hand to his chest, looking down at the God of All Machines. A raspy, viscous voice emerged from beneath the mask.

"Supreme Mechanical Sovereign, I am deeply honored to represent the Plague Doctors in this hunt against you. I am truly privileged! And regardless of the outcome, your forces have proven the effectiveness of our plague. Without a doubt, your deaths are the greatest praise we could receive."

Boom—

The colossal Leviathan joined the battlefield at the same moment, launching a merciless assault on the God of All Machines amidst the plague of flesh.

The situation had completely reversed.

With the foundation of the Mechanical Cult shaken, all Three Roots had descended simultaneously to suppress and kill the God of All Machines.

"Hahahahaha!"

The God of All Machines suddenly burst into laughter, his gaze instantly returning to a cold, abyss-like indifference.

"Good, very good! Back then, I fell under the siege of the Colossus and Cyber. Now, let's see if you have what it takes to make me fall again!"

At that moment, the mechanical dragon head let out an earth-shaking roar.

Countless chains clanked and groaned. The curse on his body was nearly triggered into physical form, madly suppressing his explosive power.

Space nearly shattered. The black mist was violently churned by the explosive force.

No more words were exchanged.

Without hesitation, the Three Roots launched their hunt and suppression of the God of All Machines.

As the greatest opponents for millennia, the Mechanical Units held the advantage across almost all fronts. Their living space was constantly squeezed. In the worst times, Flesh and Blood Cult followers barely dared to reveal their identity in the Dark World.

And they knew very well.

There was only this one chance!

If they couldn't completely suppress the God of All Machines this time, if they couldn't fundamentally shake the Mechanical Cult's foundation, once given the chance, they would face a massive counterattack from the Mechanical Cult.

"Suppress him!"

The Flesh and Blood Dominator's raspy, icy voice echoed across the cosmos.

Countless tentacles surged, launching a dense assault on the God of All Machines.

And in the distance.

Beneath rolling gales, Sir Aiwen stood calmly in mid-air, leaning on his cane. His fingers gently pinched the brim of his black top hat, while the hand holding the staff subtly flexed.

The psychic energy roiling around him was quietly transforming into an even denser and more terrifying form.

Endless blood nearly blotted out the entire battlefield.

As far as the eye could see, flesh-wrapped war machines continuously rained down from the sky.

"My speculation is confirmed."

Lynn gripped the DSLR camera, staring fixedly at the scarlet blood mist, and said:

"This is the Flesh and Blood Cult's true trump card. They're not just targeting the God of All Machines, but the entire combat system of the Mechanical Cult. Now those mechanical bodies can't be driven by them at all. Instead, they've become cages trapping their consciousness."

The Flesh and Blood Cult had indeed been planning this for a long time.

Their restraint was terrifying.

They had resisted the temptation presented by the Mechanical Cult's strategic withdrawal.

They had endured the humiliation of saturation bombing by the Mechanical Cult, even sacrificing the lives of all the city's flesh-and-blood beings in a ritual offering.

All to wait until the Mechanical Cult's war potential was pushed to its limit—then overturn the entire stage in one fell swoop!

Miaomiao, crouching on Lynn's shoulder, stared pale-faced in that direction, her vertical pupils trembling constantly. Ever since that Plague Doctor appeared atop the Flesh Leviathan, she had fallen into waves of dazed confusion and abnormality.

Lynn turned his head, looking at Sir Aiwen beside him, whose expression remained calm. Firmly, he said:

"Sir Aiwen, is it our turn to step up?"

Sir Aiwen looked up, his fingers gently tapping his staff. Calmly, he said, "We can't sit by and watch the Mechanical Cult grow stronger, nor can we allow the Flesh and Blood Cult to soar to the heavens. If either side loses its counterbalance, it will become a disaster."

Absolute order breeds extreme xenophobic iron-hearted exterminators.

Absolute chaos evolves into extreme evil flesh-twisting aberrations.

And the Plague Doctors.

As the heaviest chip in this war.

The last thing they should have done was publicly reveal their stance and identity in the Dark World.

Because the conflict is absolutely irreconcilable.

Even if not for the sake of balance—whatever faction the Plague Doctors support, they oppose. Wherever the Plague Doctors appear, the Night Doctors must follow.

The fierce wind howled past Sir Aiwen's nearly physical body.

He closed his eyes, slowly unfastened the first button from his collar, casually tossed it aside, then, leaning on his staff, stepped forward step by step toward the battlefield.

"We, enter the battle."