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Chapter 573: When Everyone Thinks I've Disguised Myself as the Plague Doctor

Lynn's finger smirked as it flipped open the safety pin of a grenade.

Boom—

A deafening explosion.

Pale smoke instantly engulfed the entire corridor, blotting out everyone's vision.

And at the same time, countless blood-and-flesh vines surged from the deepest part of the corridor, spreading into the mist in an instant.

...

Meanwhile.

Outside the Leviathan.

The God of All Machines' attack was abruptly neutralized by the Three Roots, the sheer impact cracking space itself with countless fissures.

The massive Leviathan roared like a leviathan whale in the black fog, the Plague Doctor's hoarse, icy voice echoing across the battlefield."Sir Aiwen, you're taking a risk."

"Do you really think sending those two creatures into my Leviathan can pose any real threat to me? I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I've already pinpointed their positions, and soon, I'll send their corpses right back to you."

"In the end, you'll all pay for your foolishness."

Sir Aiwen's Psychic Giant braced against the mental domain's assault, an unflinching smile on his face.

"Is that so? Then we'll just have to wait and see."

Without another word.

He and the God of All Machines exchanged a quick glance, understanding each other perfectly as they launched a fierce assault on the Leviathan.

They had to create an opening for Lynn and Silver Fantasy, who were inside.

Only by attacking with all their might.

Could they prevent the Three Roots from diverting their attention into the Leviathan to suppress them.

But equally.

Their onslaught couldn't last forever.

And the moment their offensive slowed, that would be the most dangerous moment for Lynn and Silver Fantasy.

...

Inside the Leviathan.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Silver Fantasy's Monomolecular Blade sliced through the blood-and-flesh vines hurtling toward her in an instant. After slashing away the smoke clouding her surroundings, she found that Lynn had vanished from sight.

In his place.

Were rows upon rows of Plague Doctors wearing pale raven masks, densely packed on both sides of the corridor.

"You bastard!"

Silver Fantasy gritted her teeth, fury surging through her consciousness.

He ran!

And she understood exactly what he meant by that remark earlier.

Because she was a mechanical being, disguise and concealment were naturally difficult for her. But that guy was a flesh-and-blood creature, and given his modus operandi and sheer level of insanity, if he actually wanted to disguise himself as a Plague Doctor...

He didn't even need to disguise himself!

He could just stand there and fit right in!

Even as she mentally killed him a thousand times over, the current situation left her no time for further thought. Her gaze turned icy, and she charged almost instantly at the Plague Doctors closing in around her.

Kill!

If that bastard was really mixed in among them.

Then she'd kill them all!

After all, she was killing Plague Doctors. If he happened to be unlucky enough to get chopped by her, it just meant bad luck on his part—nothing to do with her.

Shlick—

In a flash, she appeared before a Plague Doctor, her Monomolecular Blade cleaving him in two.

Meanwhile, in the Leviathan's cranial chamber, the walls were lined with countless densely packed eyeballs, each displaying various angles of Silver Fantasy's fight in the corridor.

At the center of the chamber, Doctor 315 sat on a throne of flesh with a grim expression, countless blood vessels and nerves connecting him to the entire Leviathan.

"Report, Doctor. Intruder #1 is confirmed as the Supreme Unit of the Mechanical Cult's 'Silver Fantasy' series. Based on information comparison, it matches the same model that was restrained by the Night Doctor underground a dozen hours ago—likely the same unit."

"Target #2's location is lost. High probability he's infiltrated our clone forces. Based on captured footage analysis, his appearance matches the Night Doctor who confronted the God of All Machines a dozen hours ago."

A Plague Doctor, his neural tissue linked to the network, flickered with light eyes as he quickly reported the situation to Doctor 315.

Daybreak's expression darkened as he said:

"I know him. Lynn. A rising star favored by the Matriarch in Nightfall City."

"Watch out for his infiltration. Compared to that Supreme Unit, he's far more cunning and insidious. Issue orders immediately to seal off both sides of the area. Keep a close eye on any clones that show anomalies. The moment he reveals a flaw, lock him down!"

"Yes, sir!"

Orders were given.

His gaze slowly turned to the massive Aberration submerged in the chamber's container.

As the solution churned, a bloated, cyst-covered flesh-and-blood monster gradually revealed its form.

And at the same time.

In the corridor where Silver Fantasy was wreaking havoc, the walls began to writhe with flesh as one eye after another slowly opened, monitoring every inch of the corridor and every clone Plague Doctor in the area.

They watched over the battlefield.

Nerves linked directly to the Leviathan's central nexus.

Every move made here was transmitted back to the controller in the main chamber.

And amidst the shockwaves of battle, more eyes were being severed by Silver Fantasy's blade, but it was futile. Those eyes seemed to regenerate endlessly, impossible to fully eliminate.

The eyes rolled and spun, scanning tirelessly. In this situation, if Lynn—hidden among them—made the slightest move, he would be instantly caught, with nowhere to hide.

Among them, one particularly large eyeball searched with exceptional focus and dedication.

Take a closer look, and you'd find.

Compared to the other eyes, it was definitely the most diligent one there.

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Inside that eye, a black cat stared wide-eyed, struggling slightly against her tightly wrapped body. She swallowed hard and quietly peered out from within the iris.

"Master... Miaomiao thought you were... going to disguise yourself as one of those Plague Doctors... meow..."

The eye itself, focused intently on searching for him, said internally:

"Those aren't the real Plague Doctors. Who would be stupid enough to send their core personnel to their deaths? Night Doctors who could be turned aren't cannon fodder to be wasted. Sending these 'people' here must have another purpose."

"Besides, if I disappeared, even an idiot would guess I'm trying to blend in. If I really disguised myself as one of those cannon fodder down there..."

The eye glanced at Silver Fantasy, who was having a blast slaughtering everyone.

"I'd probably get chopped by that Mechanical Girl before I even made a move."

Miaomiao: "..."

Zuo Zuo: "..."

Yeah.

Not only were those eyes watching for any anomalies among the cannon fodder below, but that Mechanical Girl was watching too.

He'd just seen a "Plague Doctor" turn his head to the side, and before even a hundred eyes could lock on, Silver Fantasy had already charged over and cut him into pieces.

She was specifically targeting anyone who moved oddly.

Lynn didn't believe she wasn't harboring some ulterior motives.

Miaomiao blinked wide-eyed. "So... what can we do now, meow?"

Lynn extended a tiny tentacle, adjusting the massive eyeball around him, and said:

"Just afk for now. I'll keep searching with my fellow 'eyes' for that disguised version of me—can't give him an opening. Miaomiao, if you're really bored, Master's got some toys for you. Can you feel them?"

Miaomiao wriggled her body in confusion. "I can feel them, meow!"

"If you touch it a few more times, it'll stop being soft."