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Chapter 566: The Plague Doctor Who Orchestrated Everything

And without a doubt.

This should be the strongest form Sir Aiwen could achieve after his ascension while still remaining within controllable limits.

If he exceeded that boundary.

Then the curse of memory loss would likely spiral out of control, causing him to completely forget his own identity, forget his past, and become a terrifying lost one devoid of a soul.

Hmm—

That colossal psychic being suddenly raised its head, and a ripple of mental turmoil instantly swept like a wave across every conscious entity present.

Lynn’s mind jolted violently, and the System’s notification immediately echoed in his ears.

[Ding! You have been forcibly linked by Sir Aiwen into the Cyber Psychic Space.]

And almost the moment the System prompt sounded, he felt his thoughts become remarkably clear. He could even perceive a higher-dimensional holographic perspective, like an eagle overlooking the earth, clearly seeing his own body standing on the ground below.

Lynn was astonished.“This is...”

Then Sir Aiwen’s ethereal voice immediately reached his ears.

“I am sharing my psychic perception with you. Remember, you must constantly remind me of who I am. If I forget your name, it means my curse is on the verge of activation. When that happens, you must get to my side no matter what and tell me that the chip contains my lost memories.”

“If I have already forgotten about the chip itself, then don’t bother with anything—just run. As long as you get far enough away from me, you’ll be able to leave my psychic space. Got it?”

Lynn said firmly, “Who am I?”

“Lynn...”

Lynn nodded. “Correct.”

Sir Aiwen: “...”

Ignoring him, the colossal psychic giant Sir Aiwen had become suddenly raised its head, its hollow eyes radiating blurry halos of light as a massive wave of Psychic Energy surged across the entire battlefield.

The mechanical consciousnesses pinned within their mechanical bodies by the flesh felt only a faint, ethereal breeze pass by.

Then a tremendous pulling force struck.

And in the next moment.

Hundreds of mechanical consciousnesses were directly extracted from their mechanical forms by Sir Aiwen and appeared within his Cyber Psychic Space.

The Plague could suppress machines, but it could not suppress Psychic Energy. And having ascended to the Root level, Sir Aiwen was now an Ascender who commanded Psychic Energy. His intervention forcibly transferred countless mechanical consciousnesses into his own Cyber space.

Sir Aiwen’s actions instantly thrust him into opposition with the Flesh and Blood Cult.

“You dare!”

The Flesh and Blood Dominator’s icy voice rang out sharply.

A chaotic and filthy wave erupted from that massive, blood-red pupil, clashing with Sir Aiwen’s Psychic Energy fluctuations in the realm of consciousness for the first time.

Boom—

The immense tremor shook the entire psychic space.

But Sir Aiwen remained utterly unfazed, his expression calm. The colossal psychic giant instantly dissolved back into a formless vista of light and directly entered the fray. A massive wave of Psychic Energy descended like a surging flood before the God of All Machines.

He suddenly reached out his hand.

The light in his eyes blazed like a fixed star.

Hmm—

Psychic Energy fluctuations erupted outward, warping and interfering with objective reality. The ground beneath them and the other three Roots instantly expanded out of nothingness. He had interfered with objective reality, causing the space here to swell, instantly widening the distance between both sides by hundreds of kilometers.

The colossal psychic giant slowly rose to its feet, its body seemingly wrapped in a vast, starry galaxy.

“Apologies, but it’s now two against three.”

His calm voice echoed within the minds of every conscious entity present, carrying an inexplicable and overwhelming pressure.

Silence fell across the battlefield.

The massive Leviathan turned and coiled like a great whale, the Plague Doctor inside its chamber staring fixedly at the psychic giant Sir Aiwen had become, his voice low and eerie.

“Dominator, I told you long ago that those Night Doctor high-ranking members would never allow either side to grow too strong. They can help the Flesh and Blood Cult deal with the God of All Machines, and they can just as easily help the God of All Machines deal with you. They were bound to intervene sooner or later.”

The Flesh and Blood Dominator rasped, “But the outcome won’t change.”

The Desire Mother Tree sneered, its massive branches writhing, “How ironic. The Cyber Ascender who once joined forces with the Colossus to banish the God of All Machines has now stood back with the Mechanical Cult. So does that mean, if we were the ones at a disadvantage now, you would stand on our side too? Hmm?”

Sir Aiwen smiled. “That can be considered.”

The God of All Machines’ massive dragon head stared deeply at the psychic giant before him.

In this moment.

It was as if he had returned to the main world seven thousand years ago.

In the endless void, the Ascenders of the three great civilizations had stood opposed, with Cyber and the Colossus joining forces to battle him, ending the one and only chance for the Trinity.

“Actually, if they had you with them back then, I might not have been able to retreat unscathed today.”

The God of All Machines narrowed his eyes.

“What? Didn’t you ever think about annihilating me? After all, once I obtain the Colossus’s Brain, the next one I’ll be targeting is you.”

Sir Aiwen chuckled lightly. “You won’t get it. They won’t let you, and neither will I. The legacy of the Colossus Civilization can only be inherited by the Colossus’s own consciousness. You have no claim to it.”

The God of All Machines indifferently raised his dragon head. “So we’re in a temporary defensive alliance?”

Sir Aiwen gave a refined smile. “You could say that. After all, if you were suppressed, they would come for us next.”

Black mist roiled.

Across hundreds of kilometers, the two major alignments faced off against each other.

The involvement of five Roots, without a doubt, would make this the largest chaotic battle in the history of the Dark World, regardless of today’s outcome.

The Plague Doctor standing within the massive Leviathan stared at the colossal psychic giant Sir Aiwen had become, rasping:

“Sir Aiwen, you really shouldn’t have gotten involved in this war. I know your situation. Your Root form can’t last long. Don’t let your own disorder be the price for participating in a meaningless fight.”

The God of All Machines’ gaze also shifted ambiguously, landing on Sir Aiwen.

Sir Aiwen’s expression remained unchanged as he smiled. “Do we know each other?”

The Plague Doctor let out a hoarse laugh. “Of course we do. Have you forgotten? Back then, it was I who, on the Matriarch’s orders, personally escorted you to the City of Night. Ah, but I forgot… back then, Nightfall City hadn’t even been established yet… Do you remember who I am now?”

Sir Aiwen’s smile slowly faded, his gaze turning deep and formidable.

And under his watch.

The Plague Doctor slowly raised his withered hand and removed his pale Raven Mask, revealing a face as wrinkled and shriveled as compressed volcanic rock—the gaunt, aged visage of an old man.

A kind, gentle smile stretched across his face, creating an unsettling sense of dissonance.

Sir Aiwen’s eyes narrowed sharply.

But before he could even speak, a hysterical, trembling voice rang out from afar.

“It’s him!!”