Chapter 739: He Wants to Steal His Warships

In the center of the battlefield, the Titan Colossus wielding its battle axe had become the sole protagonist, roaring as it launched earth-shattering strikes against that black hole.

And inside the black hole, dense cracks were already spreading everywhere.

The God of All Machines' consciousness was twisted with fury.

One after another, full three-dimensional holographic projections unfolded, rapidly determining the range and quantity of the warship differentiation.

The virtualized space had suffered severe damage, causing the area he could influence to shrink drastically. A range of two thousand kilometers was now his absolute limit, and that wasn't even considering the curse's influence that kept him from going all out.

"Damn it!"

Because if this were his peak before his fall, he could have instantly differentiated billions upon billions of warships spanning the range of a small galaxy in a single thought.

But now.

He could only affect this pitiful distance, which only fueled the nameless rage burning in his chest.

Even so, this was his only chance to escape unscathed—he absolutely could not afford to mess this up!

In an instant, his power fully erupted.

"Differentiate!"

With that fierce roar.

In a flash, across a range of thousands of kilometers, the towering skies flickered with countless outlines as dense black warships materialized out of thin air in an instant.

He had already preset the parameters for those warships. The moment they differentiated, they would immediately sever their connection with him and launch an all-out assault on that Titan—not to deal damage, but purely to divert its attention.

And as long as that worked, he would have a chance to break free!

"Attack! Full concentration fire! Hit it hard!"

He issued his final command with savage intensity.

But just as he was about to sever the connection for the last time, in a southern region, an image transmitted back from one of his warships suddenly showed a lone figure standing on the wasteland, carrying a heavy sniper rifle, grinning like a lunatic as he stared at the direction of his warships.

It was that Lynn!

In that instant, the God of All Machines' heart shuddered inexplicably.

After everything that had happened in this recent period, every time he saw that damn human now, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Something's wrong!

What the hell is he doing there alone?!

Taking a piss?!

Without a second thought, he immediately reconnected to one of the warships, locked onto that bastard with deadly focus, wanting to see exactly what he was up to, while his cannons aimed, ready to fire at any moment.

...

On the wasteland.

Lynn stood there smiling, clicking open the heavy sniper's mechanical structure as he strapped the container storing the Flesh Plague onto his back, tied a knot, and cheerfully linked the container to the heavy sniper in his hands.

Staring up at the dense fleet of warships that had emerged in the sky, everything was ready.

This heavy sniper he'd borrowed from Miss Intelligence Machine had a great advantage—besides shooting far and hitting accurately, it could fire absolutely anything you loaded into it. If you didn't mind, you could even link up your own big (bleep) (bleep) to test your—

Anyway.

It was a damn fine heavy weapon.

"Wushen Auntie, I'm ready. You can cast the curse whenever you want. As long as you protect me from any potential attacks, leave the rest to me."

Lynn adjusted his monocle with a slight smirk.

Click-click—

The Plague was chambered.

Soon, he received a remote response from Wushen Auntie.

Lynn's face instantly twisted into a sickly, grand smile. He hoisted the heavy sniper onto his shoulder like an antisocial lunatic fresh out of a mental asylum. The long, dark barrel of the gun aimed straight at a massive warship high in the sky, a glint of light flashing across the muzzle.

"God of All Machines, thanks for the gift! Hehehehe—"

Bang—

Lynn pulled the trigger in an instant.

On the image transmitted back from the warship that had locked onto him, the God of All Machines' pupils contracted sharply as he immediately saw the blood-red bullet that shot out from that heavy sniper.

Massive amounts of data instantly zoomed in on the image, analyzing that strange liquid bullet.

His first thought was—

Was that some kind of bodily fluid mixed with blood from that perverted human? After all, there was nothing that bastard couldn't do. Even trying to defile his warships in such a way wasn't beyond the realm of possibility for someone like him.

Hell, the guy had even climbed a tree before—what couldn't he do?

But the next moment, his face changed dramatically.

"Flesh Plague?!"

As the analysis data came back, he immediately realized what was happening and roared:

"Shit!"

But it was already too late.

Almost in that instant, the liquid bullet had already torn through the sky and struck the outer shell of that warship.

Splat—

Sticky and gooey, it dealt no damage whatsoever. It just burst open like a clump of filth.

But the moment that Flesh Plague touched the metal surface, something monstrous happened. The blood-red liquid seemed to come alive, rapidly proliferating as it spread across the entire warship's hull at an unimaginable speed, crackling as it expanded.

From a distance, it looked like a massive patch of diseased skin, frantically corroding the entire vessel.

The connection between him and that warship was quickly severed completely.

And the warship's internal systems, under the erosion of the flesh, rapidly failed across the board. With a rumble, it was engulfed by grotesque meat chunks and began to plummet toward the ground.

But just as it went into freefall, an invisible black mist caught the massive vessel, gently dragging it as if sliding through the air, floating it steadily toward the direction behind Lynn.

It landed safely.

[Planetary Warship +1]

The God of All Machines' gaze instantly went hollow.

And in that moment, he finally understood Lynn's true purpose.

This bastard... this bastard was...

Trying to steal his warship!!

"MLGBD!!"

He had seen shameless people before, but never one this shameless!!

The God of All Machines roared. In that instant, he fully opened his permissions, controlling the entire fleet of warships as they rumbled, turning their cannons toward Lynn.

"Fire! Blast him to smithereens!!"

God damn it!

I don't care if I have to sacrifice this entire fleet, I'm going to kill you! This is going way too far! If word of this gets out, where the hell will my glorious reputation as the God of All Machines be?!

You think I'll let you just swipe my warship right in front of me?!?!

"Hit him! Hit him hard!!"

With that command.

Thousands upon thousands of devastating beams of light instantly tore through space, raining down toward Lynn's direction.

But just as those beams were about to engulf Lynn completely, a sharp shriek of crows echoed, and rolling black mist suddenly erupted from the ground in front of Lynn, instantly annihilating those beams on the spot.

Seeing this, the God of All Machines was shaken, silently cursing.

It's that Wushen!

He has that Wushen brain backing him up with support!

They planned this together?!

And without any hesitation, Lynn smiled, adjusted his monocle, and immediately raised his heavy sniper once again, aiming at those pitch-black warships in the sky as he directly activated rapid-fire mode.

Ah pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa—

A series of gunshots rang out.

Dense liquid bullets formed from the Flesh Plague sprayed out like they cost nothing, sweeping across his entire fleet.

God of All Machines (ΩДΩ) roared: "I'll f*ck your mother!!"

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