Chapter 740: The Hunt Begins! Total Suppression

Every drop of the Flesh Plague that landed on those warships was like a seed touching soil, taking root and sprouting at an unimaginable speed, frantically spreading across the entire hull.

The Flesh Plague had originally been developed by the Plague Doctor as a specific countermeasure against the Mechanical Cult.

It destroyed systems and severed all external connections.

Without a doubt, using this method to plunder warships was absolutely the most efficient way to get the job done.

And then.

A terrifying scene unfolded.

Lynn stood there unmoving, relentlessly aiming and firing. Every single bullet landed with precision on one of the emerging warships, while the System's notifications rang out endlessly in his ears.

[Ding! Your Marksmanship +1]

[Ding! Your Fire Rate +1]

Each precise hit granted him a slight improvement in his marksmanship skill.

And as this skill improved, whether he was using a gun to shoot or, well, using a gun to shoot, it would all benefit from that enhancement, ensuring your future sustained endurance and extremely fast, precise fire rate, so every bullet you fired would reach exactly where it needed to go and do its job.

With the Godweaver Head's assistance, virtually all of those warships' attacks were completely unable to harm Lynn in any way.

One could say.

Unless the God of All Machines personally stepped in, trying to break through a Root's defenses with just one fleet of warships was practically as absurd as dreaming of flying to the heavens.

For a moment, massive numbers of warships, wrapped in layers of flesh, rumbled as they slid past Lynn toward the area behind him. The scene was nothing short of spectacular.

[Planetary Warship +1]

Seeing his entire fleet of warships continuously being plundered by that human in such a crude manner, the God of All Machines trembled with fury, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

"No! I can't keep wasting time with him here!"

Without any hesitation.

The God of All Machines, suppressing his rage, decisively stopped differentiating in this direction.

Because the most important thing now was to attract that Titan's attention. He absolutely could not waste time on this insignificant human! He had to stay rational and absolutely not let himself be led around by the nose.

If he wanted to steal, then let him steal!

He could still fully afford this loss!

In an instant.

The God of All Machines forcibly shut down his continuous differentiation in this area and immediately shifted his focus to several other regions far away from that human.

His eyes narrowed.

In almost the blink of an eye, countless silhouettes instantly materialized in the skies over those other regions.

Almost instantaneously, dense, pitch-black warships appeared out of thin air, blotting out the sky and casting enormous shadows across the entire land.

"Concentrate fire! Aim at that Titan! Full armament!"

He issued the order coldly.

Rumble rumble rumble—

All the warships uniformly adjusted their cannons, locking onto the massive giant at the center of the battlefield.

But just in the next moment, several flashing red dots suddenly lit up within his scanning range. In the images transmitted back from the warships, a girl wreathed in chains and bathed in red light instantly emerged from the higher layers of the black mist.

The God of All Machines' expression changed drastically.

"Colossus?!"

But before he could react, images from another region showed a massive head and an aristocratic youth radiating psychic energy slowly walking out from the rolling dust.

"Cyber!"

In that moment, the God of All Machines' consciousness erupted with a thunderous boom, going blank.

And he finally realized their true intention. Scanning the entire battlefield, he could clearly see those three red dots forming an equilateral triangle, encircling him completely at the center, spanning thousands of miles.

He understood!

They had long calculated that he would use this method to divert the Titan's hatred.

They wanted to use this method to interfere with and disrupt his plan!

"This is too much!"

In that moment, rage surged into his heart. The God of All Machines' pupils turned a bloody crimson from immense fury and humiliation.

"Don't worry about them! Concentrate all firepower on that Titan! Hit him hard!"

He roared.

Deciding to burn his bridges.

Because at this point, he had no choice but to act without regard for cost. If he chose to tangle with them, that would be the real trap!

In an instant.

In the skies high above, all the dense warships abandoned the targets charging toward them and focused entirely on the Titan in the center, opening fire instantly.

But they had clearly underestimated their opponents.

Because what they were facing now was a Root!

In that moment, the Silver-Haired Girl's eyes emitted a blinding red light. She didn't even need the Flesh Plague. Her figure instantly transformed into streaks of blood-red afterimages, like refracted light, darting and piercing back and forth among the countless warships. Each strike precisely destroyed the warships' power systems and control systems, causing one ship after another to fall.

On the other side.

A hand resting on a walking stick let out a slow sigh. The index finger curled and straightened, the fingertip glowing with a subtle, ever-changing halo.

Sir Aiwen's eyes also sparkled like brilliant stars, flickering with that mysterious, dreamlike luster.

Under the influence of his Psychic Energy, the entire sky twisted like a kaleidoscope. Amid that grotesque splendor, warships faded and disappeared one after another, interfered with and drawn into another reality under his control.

This was a hunt!

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The God of All Machines watched it all, his heart racing with anxiety, already burning with uncontrollable fury.

But he had no good way to deal with it. Every attack from that Titan caused massive tremors in the virtualized space where he resided, constantly disrupting and weakening his ability to differentiate.

Not to mention the restrictions of the curse.

Under these circumstances, there was simply no way for him to differentiate enough troops to break through the cleansing efforts of those Roots.

He knew.

At this point, he could only gamble!

Gamble that the sporadic attacks from his warships could divert the Titan's hatred before it broke through his virtualization.

"Quick! Hurry!"

He gritted his teeth, his heart burning with anxiety, watching every particle beam that landed on that Titan. Meanwhile, his main body had to maintain the virtualized state with all its strength, desperately countering every attack from the Titan, leaving him no ability to divert his attention to deal with Lynn and the others' interference.

But in truth, he had had many opportunities to easily leave this battlefield and extricate himself.

But every single time, it was his own greed.

That had led him step by step into this very situation.

And pinning his hopes on the sporadic attacks of those warships was, in itself, an incredibly foolish act!