Chapter 728: The Terrifying Head of the Witch God

But even before he could finish speaking.

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His pupils instantly constricted, and the silver-haired girl beside him suddenly shot sideways through his space. A deep, bone-revealing wound suddenly appeared on her smooth abdomen out of thin air, and she was flung backward.

And at the very moment before he could react.

In the distance, Sir Aiwen’s body suddenly erupted with a phantom glow of psychic energy, his body instantly pinned to the ground, the earth cracking into countless fissures.

Lynn’s gaze went blank in an instant.

Yes…

Absolutely no doubt!

Auntie Wushen is definitely, definitely still under the curse right now! She is absolutely still trapped in frenzied malice!!

Or rather, not only Auntie Wushen, even Big Brother Titan—maybe they never really eased out of the madness of the curse. They probably only managed to force out a thread of clarity from their chaotic minds because they sensed their own call from Little One.

But that faint clarity definitely will not last long!

If Big Brother Titan is a raging beast venting fury, then Auntie Wushen is an evil witch filled with absolute malice!

Maybe on a frontal battlefield she lacks Big Brother’s raw destructive power and is no match for a Root like the God of All Machines, but if she quietly hides in a corner and draws circles to curse you, Auntie ranks first-class!!

At this moment, Lynn panicked.

Because he knew.

Sir Aiwen and the Colossus can withstand this blow, but he, an ordinary mortal, if struck by Auntie’s curse like this, could go meet his ancestors and family right now.

With almost no hesitation.

Lynn turned his head, grit his teeth, leapt up, and shouted fiercely toward Little One Fang Xi.

"Little One!! Hurry, shout Mommy!!"

Little One, struggling in the chaos, heard that abrupt familiar roar. Dazed and confused, she raised her head, and the ingrained habit of listening to Doctor Brother kicked in—she opened her mouth with almost no pause.

“Mommy?!”

Hum—

At the edge of the skyline.

The chibi plushie being aimed at the smiling human youth had its probing tentacle suddenly pause, right as it was about to stab down.

That enormous malicious gaze shifted slightly, landed on the adorable head plushie cradled in the tentacle, a hint of bewilderment surfaced in its huge eyes, and it reflexively kissed the cute plushie’s head.

Then it picked up the iron spike again, aiming at the human youth’s plushie.

Lynn ran toward Little One while continuing to shout:

“Little One! Repeat after me: Mommy! I love that handsome human brother the most!! If he’s gone I will be so sad!!”

Little One looked up in confusion, and blankly echoed Lynn’s words: “Little One, repeat after me: Mommy! I love that handsome human brother the most! If he’s gone I will be so sad!”

Her voice thundered across the sky.

Far off on the horizon.

That iron spike about to impale the plushie representing Lynn finally paused at the last moment before impact.

Within those huge malicious eyes flashed confusion and bewilderment, then a feral glint, black qi and struggle gradually crawling over the cheeks.

But finally.

The iron spike fell hard.

It pierced into the nearby Mechanical Dragon’s body.

A pained roar of a dragon.

Then the tentacle wrapped up the human youth’s plushie, threaded a thin line through it, hung it like a pendant around the neck of the youth plushie, and tied the other end to the (✪ω✪) head plushie’s head—like a loving mother dangling a toy for her child.

Then it curled the iron spike again.

Aimed at the Mechanical Dragon plushie.

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……

Roar————!!

Amid the ear-splitting, hysterical dragon bellow,

Lynn finally reached Little One’s side, gasping for breath, every hair on his body standing on end.

But it was clear his plan had worked!

There was no doubt that Auntie had been casting voodoo curses in secret!

And in this situation, truly, besides Little One, there was no way to stop this terrifying voodoo curse!

“Little One! How are you? Do you feel any recovery?!”

Little One shook her head violently, her eyes flickering between confusion and bewilderment, but overall, after the Flesh and Blood Dominator’s Curse Deepening effect was removed, clarity in her eyes had overtaken the chaos.

“A—a little better—”

Without another word,

Lynn grabbed one of her tentacles and, panting, instructed urgently:

“Good! Little One! Now Doctor Brother is giving you an important task. Do you see that direction?”

He pointed to the far horizon.

“Little One, you must run straight that way right now. If you sense your mother’s aura, wake her up! Tell her that except for that dragon, everyone there is an ally. Make sure your mother absolutely does not wipe them all out at once! That would be a huge problem!”

Little One slowly grasped Lynn’s meaning, then nodded vigorously and said:

“All right—Doctor Brother’s orders—”

Clearly, her thinking was still influenced by the curse and remained hazy.

“And you—Brother?”

Lynn turned, teeth clenched, pulled out his giant scythe, and said:

“I’ll stay to coordinate the battle. Sir Aiwen and the Colossus’s Brain are both in very bad shape. Don’t worry about me. As long as Auntie clears her mind, we can secure a hundred percent victory in this war!”

“Go, Little One!”

Little One immediately nodded. A loli-like determination flashed in her eyes. She curled her tentacles, turned sharply, and leapt toward the direction Lynn had pointed.

Lynn stayed where he was, eyes flickering, staring fixedly at the God of All Machines churning within the distant rift.

He pulled his last enhancement scroll out of System Space.

Given the situation,

he couldn’t truly rely on Auntie snapping out of it.

Was he really going to use this scroll now? That would give one more chance at Curse Purge—whoever Root it was used on could gain the fastest advantage.

Who to give it to?

To Father-in-law?

But what if he was accidentally trampled to death by Father-in-law before he could get close?

Or give it to the Brain?

But the Brain hadn’t adapted to the curse at all—clearing only twenty or thirty percent might show no noticeable effect. That would be like trying to pull out a painful thorn but only removing a third—what’s the difference from not pulling it at all?

Or Sir Aiwen? That seemed the safest choice. With even a little memory restored, Sir Aiwen’s composure would likely be enough, not much needed, and it would definitely…

But precisely in that instant while his mind raced,

accompanying Little One’s leap.

Like an invisible string around his neck, a deep ligature mark instantly appeared across his throat.

Lynn: “???”

Crack—

(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)——

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There was no time to react at all.

Lynn’s body was jerked up with Little One’s leap, the ligature around his neck yanking him on a mad trajectory.

And at the edge of the skyline, the human youth plushie hanging from the head plushie also bore a clear deep ligature mark around its neck, fluttering wildly in the wind.