Chapter 734: You Forced Me to Do This

And at that very instant.

Amidst those chaotic and frenzied gazes, the young girl with willow-like long hair charged straight at the God of All Machines' enormous head, rushing toward the massive wound on his neck. She brought with her a sky-full of crimson radiance and unleashed that fist representing desire.

Boom—

In that instant, blood-red light and black mist swept across the heavens.

Amidst that soaring dragon's roar, the blood-red light of desire rumbled irresistibly, surging from the wound on his neck into his body, into his consciousness.

That was almost his only weak point, the breakthrough in his colossal mechanical form.

At this moment.

The heavens trembled.

Lynn raised his head, his gaze locked tightly on the scene within the rift.

He knew that desire could be used as an extreme weapon, causing massive negative effects on your consciousness. Even if you were the God of Machines, as long as you still possessed a self, you would inevitably be impacted by desire. Desire Strike was absolutely a terrifyingly powerful control and weakening ability!

The strike landed.

That willow-like young girl gritted her teeth, her eyes turbulent with storms. She cast a fierce glance at Lynn, then like a spirit, she swiftly retreated.

He had said it too.

This was a transaction.

And she no longer had any reason to stay here. If she was supposed to submit to this detestable fellow right now, that was absolutely impossible.

She landed heavily.

The young girl coldly stared at Lynn from a distance, then turned around and said:

"We won't see each other again!"

Watching her retreating figure, Lynn adjusted his monocle, glanced sideways with a faint smile at her back, and smirked slightly as he said:

"Are you sure?"

The young girl's figure visibly trembled.

A look of humiliated fury appeared on her face as she clenched her fists with a crackling sound and quickened her pace.

Because she understood perfectly well what this bastard was referring to.

But Lynn didn't try to stop her. He knew that many things couldn't be achieved in a single step. As they say, affection grows with time. This was only the first day, so getting her to change her attitude was certainly impossible. But Lynn had plenty of time to slowly work on their relationship. If one day wasn't enough, there would be two, three, a hundred days. Eventually, there would definitely come a day when he could pull this great tree to his side.

Lynn then waved toward her angrily retreating direction and shouted loudly:

"Whenever you want to see me, you can come find me in Nightfall City! If I'm not there, you can write me a letter. My home is at the Bloodsaw Potion Shop in Wandering Souls Alley in Sin City—I'm the owner there! Just ask anyone and they'll know. If your curse acts up, you can come find me anytime!"

The young girl was so furious that steam was practically exploding from her head.

But she told herself:

Hold it in!

You must hold it in!

You are a Root who has lived for countless years. You were once a deity. Do not lower yourself to argue with this insignificant human, or he will drag your intelligence down to his level and then crush you with his rich experience!

Watching that willow-like young girl storm away as if about to explode, Lynn adjusted his monocle, and a faint smile reappeared on his face.

He paid her no more attention.

He turned abruptly.

His gaze fell once again on that massive dragon head in the sky.

"Now it's just you, God of All Machines."

He knew that the conflict between him and the Desire Mother Tree could be resolved. Not just because of the curse, but also because the Colossus's descent had brutally shattered her unrealistic fantasies. But the conflict between him and the God of All Machines was fundamentally impossible to resolve peacefully.

Because as long as he still clung to the idea of the Trinity.

Then they would forever be enemies standing on opposite sides. It was either him or me.

"Lynn! I'm about to drop back down to Monarch level—I need to end this battle immediately!"

Sir Aiwen's gritted, strained voice instantly transmitted into Lynn's consciousness.

At this moment.

There was no more hesitation.

Lynn leaped backward, narrowed his eyes, and said:

"Brain! Auntie! While he's being disrupted by desire, go all out! Even if we can't kill him, we need to severely wound him!"

And almost as soon as his words fell, the silver-haired girl had already raised her head, leaped into the air. Her entire body flashed with crimson light, and blood-red beams shot from her eyes. Like a meteor, her fist slammed heavily onto that massive mechanical dragon head.

A storm of relentless blows. Each impact left a massive dent on the God of All Machines' skull.

"You! Despicable!"

Under the assault of desire, the God of All Machines' eyes gradually turned mad. Yet his massive claws still rumbled across the sky, trying to crush the Colossus's Brain. But clearly, his heavily impacted consciousness could no longer control his enormous body as smoothly as before.

He opened his massive maw, trying to spew scorching dragon flame.

But in an instant, surging psychic energy erupted. Countless ethereal chains coiled around his head, then stabbed sharply into the ground, forcefully pressing his head downward.

Sir Aiwen gripped with one hand, staring fixedly at him. Psychic energy raged around him like a storm.

Boom—

Another massive blow landed.

The God of All Machines let out a sharp, piercing howl. The wound on his neck suffered another heavy strike from the Shaman Deity. With a thunderous crash, his entire head was pulled by the psychic chains, wedged into the gap of the rift.

And that silver-haired girl seized the opportunity in an instant. Her eyes narrowed, and a massive Colossus phantom flickered across the sky. That ethereal, blood-colored giant fist, carrying the pressure of the entire sky, slammed down onto the God of All Machines' head, smashing his skull into the ground.

Rumble rumble rumble—

The entire earth shook. Endless dust surged wildly in all directions.

But Lynn still didn't relax. He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the pinned God of All Machines.

Admittedly.

The combined force of the Three Roots was indeed capable of suppressing this God of Machines.

But Lynn still felt something was off. Based on the System data from before, the God of All Machines was only slightly inferior to Big Brother Titan. Yet so far, the attack methods he had used—aside from sweeping claw strikes, death beams, and spewed flames—were just the spatial rift he had used once before against Lynn.

Could this really be all the God of All Machines had in his arsenal?

If he really only had these few abilities, then how had he become the leader of the three technological civilizations back then?

The dust rumbled away.

Sir Aiwen and the Colossus's Brain's attacks never ceased, practically pounding him into the ground.

Time flew by rapidly.

But just at that moment, Lynn's ears caught a loud cracking sound. The noise came from the direction of the God of All Machines' head amid the rolling dust, ringing crisp and sharp across the entire sky.

"This—is—you—forcing me—"

A mad, ferocious mechanical voice rang out.

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