Chapter 727: What's a Little Grievance Like This?

But it was at this most critical moment of crisis.

A scene that no one had expected unfolded.

Right on the ground beneath the rift where the God of All Machines was located, countless vines burst into wild growth, spreading noisily toward the enormous dragon head of the God of All Machines. Under the tremendous impact, they violently interrupted the God of All Machines' interference.

Boom—

A massive explosion rang out. The wound on the God of All Machines' neck was instantly struck by the vines of the Desire Mother Tree, directly forcing the God of All Machines to let out a agonizing roar.

"Desire Mother Tree! You're asking for death!"

The God of All Machines abruptly annihilated the countless vines wrapped around him, glaring ferociously at the Flesh and Blood Root in the distant sky that dared to obstruct him.

The Desire Mother Tree said nothing, watching him with a vicious glare.

She was extremely reluctant to intervene.

One could even say that no one wanted that despicable human dead more than she did! She would have loved to skin him alive, break his bones, and drown him in a toilet bowl! But what made it so agonizing was that if he really died, she, bound by the curse, would inevitably be completely assimilated by this hell over time as madness consumed her!

She didn't want to die!!

She had barely managed to survive, still hoping to return to the Upper World, and hadn't yet escaped this hell!

If she had to sleep with the person she hated every single day just to survive, then so be it! What's a little grievance like this compared to life itself!

So...

No!

"I don't have time to waste with you. If you're so eager to die, I'll make sure you suffer eternal damnation in this hell!"

With those murderous words,

The God of All Machines suddenly opened its massive dragon maw. Surging, icy death beams burst forth from its mouth, violently forcing the Desire Mother Tree back. Without any hesitation, amidst that tangible killing intent, the sky-covering dragon claw tore through the firmament, abruptly heading toward Lynn and the others.

Rumble—

The restraint of the Spatial Breakpoint was triggered once again.

But just as that giant claw was about to completely shatter that space, countless vines and tree trunks once again grew from the ground, wrapping around its giant claw layer upon layer, shielding them from that terrible blow.

"You're courting death!"

The God of All Machines was uncontrollably furious.

The Desire Mother Tree clung tightly to its giant claw, gritting her teeth and saying:

"If this were before, I wouldn't have cared about anything, but now, no!"

The God of All Machines was completely enraged, murderous intent radiating from him as he said: "Fine! Since that's the case, I'll destroy you first!"

Rumble—

The giant claw suddenly erupted with extreme temperatures of millions of degrees Celsius, instantly dissolving the countless vines. From the massive maw surged pale flames that immediately fell upon the Desire Mother Tree's enormous trunk.

A piercing shriek echoed through the high sky.

Having fought with the Flesh and Blood Cult for thousands of years, how could he not understand their weaknesses!

Even if they transformed into flesh and blood, they were still Root-level entities of the natural series. Endless flames and high temperatures were their greatest weakness!

Crack.

With the weakening of the Spatial Breakpoint, Lynn and that silver-haired girl suddenly broke free from it. Lynn immediately saw that brutal scene, his eyes instantly turning wild as he said:

"Brain, don't worry about me, go deal with that Machine God. Make him pay in blood!"

Without any hesitation.

The silver-haired girl's eyes narrowed sharply, and explosive surges of blood energy erupted from her entire body as she prepared to leap up and join the battle.

But it was at this very moment.

As if struck by a premonition, her gaze suddenly went vacant. Then she abruptly turned to look at the distant horizon.

As if sensing something.

Far beyond the horizon.

Amidst waves of malicious fluctuations, a sticky tentacle slowly uncoiled. A seemingly just-crafted mechanical dragon plushie fell with a soft thud onto the sandy ground.

And if one looked closely, one could clearly see.

Besides that newly-made [Mechanical Dragon] plushie, several other distinct plushies were scattered haphazardly across the surrounding sand.

There was a twisted tree plushie, a Q-version girl plushie bound with chains, a medieval aristocratic youth plushie, and a raging, twisted big-headed plushie. The most inconspicuous among them was a Q-version plushie of a human boy with a big smile on his face.

Scattered messily about.

At the eye position of each plushie, two buttons served as replacements.

Long, sticky tentacles dragged across the surrounding sand. One could vaguely see a (✪ω✪) cute head plushie still held in the tentacles, appearing very cherished.

Then.

One of the tentacles curled around a sharp, bloodstained iron spike.

It swayed briefly over each plushie, then aimed at the very first mechanical dragon plushie.

Pfft—

The sharp iron spike instantly pinned the mechanical dragon plushie to the sand.

...

And at the same time.

The God of All Machines, who was burning the Desire Mother Tree with murderous intent, suddenly had his pupils contract. Then, as if struck by immense agony, he raised his head and roared, countless bolts of electricity flashing across his entire body in a rumbling cascade.

In the distance beyond the horizon.

That tentacle picked up the iron spike again, flipped the mechanical dragon plushie over, and was about to stab once more when its movement paused.

As if noticing the small fingerprint mark on the neck of the mechanical dragon plushie.

The iron spike slowly aimed at that spot.

Pfft—

Another heavy stab.

...

And the God of All Machines, who had just been roaring in agony, suddenly felt as if struck by a premonition. The wound on his neck, where the figure in that light curtain had damaged his Origin, suddenly erupted with a pain a billion times more intense than before.

A miserable, long roar.

"Who?!"

That ferocious bellow echoed through the high sky. His savage gaze suddenly turned toward that distant horizon.

Lynn was also startled, immediately realizing what was happening.

The silver-haired girl beside him pulled him behind her, her expression turning serious as she said gravely: "It's witchcraft! Be careful. I sense that all of us here have been cursed by some kind of voodoo!"

Lynn was taken aback.

Voodoo...

Could it be...

And almost at the same time, the wound on the God of All Machines' neck suffered another unknown catastrophic blow. The massive dragon head once again let out a sky-shaking roar of agony.

The Desire Mother Tree struggled free from the flames with a ferocious expression. Seeing the God of All Machines in such pain, she crazily prepared to launch an attack on him without any hesitation.

But just as she made her move—

Pfft—

A terrifying penetrating wound suddenly appeared on her massive trunk without any warning, directly piercing through her body.

A painful scream.

Lynn was horrified, immediately understanding exactly what was happening.

It was Auntie! It had to be Wushen Auntie making her move!

Before falling, Wushen Auntie was the most outstanding wizard of the Titan Giant God clan, proficient in voodoo and curses. In this hell, her abilities were absolutely in their element.

Without any hesitation, Lynn abruptly turned and shouted toward that distant horizon.

"Wushen Auntie! Don't accidentally hit an ally—"