Chapter 766: This Thing Can Be Used as a Bomb

"Uh..."

Everyone was collectively stunned into silence.

And at the same time.

From the direction of the warship fleet.

[Ding! Your Mechanical Disassembly Experience +1]

[Ding! Your Mechanical Repair Experience -1]

Accompanied by the constant system prompts ringing in his ears and flashes of kaleidoscopic psychic energy, inside the control room of Ship No. 15, Sir Aiwen was rubbing his temples in exasperation, staring at the certain creature named Lynn whom he had forcibly brought back—the one with a wrench dangling from his mouth, completely charred black, yet still sitting on the floor with intense focus, furiously scribbling notes into his notebook.

"Although I really don't want to say this, Lynn..."

Sir Aiwen forced himself to take a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and pressed down hard on the turbulent emotions churning in his chest.

"Even though we did capture enough warships this time, and they can indeed withstand some losses, have you ever considered that if I hadn't sped things up and you kept dismantling for a while longer, we wouldn't have anything left?!"

"If you want to dismantle things, go do it back home! Don't dismantle stuff halfway through the journey! And even if you're going to dismantle, why the hell are you taking apart the engines and motherboards?! With those gone, can the ship even fly anymore? Are you just playing around?!"

Even Sir Aiwen, with his excellent composure, was already getting thoroughly exasperated.

Because this was simply going too far!

They had been blowing things up every step of the way, and by now, the number of scrapped warships had already exceeded double digits!

Do you know why this place was completely empty with not a single person around? Because everyone was scared off by the explosions! Even his own sister had fled to another warship, afraid to be anywhere near him!

And most importantly.

He didn't even care whether he would die or not—every single time, he free-fell alongside the destroyed warships. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was holding a grand funeral cremation ceremony for himself!

Lynn adjusted his cracked monocle, notebook in hand, a glimmer of wisdom flashing in his eyes.

"It's fine, Sir Aiwen."

"Although we did lose a few warships, my Mechanical Modification and Repair skills have been leveled up quite nicely!"

"I must say, the Intelligence Machines' technological creations are truly exquisite. Even with the mechanical knowledge I've absorbed, I still struggle to digest many of the theories. But as a famous person once said, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. Those words couldn't be more accurate. I can already feel that I've made considerable progress in the mechanical field!"

"For example, this."

Under Sir Aiwen's rigid gaze, he casually pulled out a perfectly round sphere with intricate mechanical structures from the System Space.

Click-clack-clack—he twisted it around haphazardly.

The mechanical sphere instantly radiated a dazzling glow and gradually began to levitate.

Lynn pinched his monocle with an air of wisdom and said solemnly, "This is the kinetic core I just dismantled from that warship's reactor. According to my research, it seems to be an entirely new form of energy supply that far surpasses nuclear power. Moreover, it achieves miniaturization and portability. Just this tiny little thing is enough to supply all the energy needs of an entire warship!"

"This is absolutely terrifying. Just think—if I were to integrate this thing into Miss Puppet's body, she would never need a Winding Key again!"

"And from what I know, if the energy inside this tiny core were to be released all at once, it would be something like this..."

Lynn clack-clacked his fingers across the sphere's panel, manipulating it in a flurry.

Sir Aiwen's mouth trembled open.

"Then the energy shockwave released from its instantaneous detonation would absolutely be enough to easily match the power of over a dozen nuclear bombs in the tens-of-megatons range! The area of effect might not be huge, but it's far more concentrated—absolutely a devastating weapon for point-to-point destruction!"

[Ding! Your Mechanical Knowledge +1]

Sir Aiwen's gaze went rigid.

He stared at the core in Lynn's hand—getting brighter, flashing more intensely, the circular structures inside spinning faster and faster.

He said stiffly, "So... you're telling me that just to show off to me, you went ahead and activated it right in front of my face?"

Lynn blinked.

Then he burst into abrupt laughter, scratched the back of his head, held up the core, and said earnestly:

"I just learned the activation technique, so I'm naturally a bit excited."

"Can you turn it off..."

Lynn thought for a moment, then adjusted his monocle and mused, "Theoretically, yes."

"Then turn it off! (Trembling)"

"I haven't learned that yet."

"..."

A brief and bizarre silence.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM—

Under the shocked gazes of the Night Doctors of Nightfall City, right as the warship that had just crashed outside the city was barely even cold, the lead warship experienced yet another massive explosion, instantly disintegrating into countless fragments amid the extreme blaze.

So what exactly was going on...

Something seemed off. Were the Mechanical Cult warships they had captured really that fragile?

How had two already been scrapped before they'd even made it back to their doorstep?

The Mechanical Cult's technological creations were famously durable, weren't they?

But thankfully.

It was a close call, no casualties.

With the mobilization of Nightfall City's massive garrison, one warship after another rumbled under command and neatly completed their landings around the city. They were densely packed, numbering over a thousand ships in total, and the scene was nothing short of spectacular.

And accompanied by the earth-shaking rumbles and tremors.

They were also utterly stunned to see, following behind the warships in the distance, three mountain-sized Titan Heads.

Two big and one small—one with a creepy-cute appearance, one with eyes full of malice, and trailing behind them an even larger head whose snoring shook every window in Nightfall City wide open.

It was exactly the terrifying trio of Titan Heads they had seen in the Sight!

"So this is—Big Sister Angel's Nightfall City?"

The Godweaver Head's eyes held a hint of anticipation, and her malice had clearly diminished significantly. She tossed the long tentacle she had been dragging onto the ground, then pulled out her Iron Spike and, with a squelch, hammered it into the marked helipad outside the city, right next to the warships.

Just like tying up a horse at a stable.

She grabbed Little One's small tentacle, eagerly pulling her daughter along as she thundered toward Nightfall City.

"Come on, sweetie—Mommy's taking you to meet your big angel auntie! It's been—several thousand years since I last visited!"

She was absolutely thrilled.

Clearly in an excellent mood.

And looking down from the high sky, one could clearly see the warships neatly parked on the marked grounds outside the city, densely packed and orderly. But the only incongruous sight was at the very end of the marked helipad, where a mountain-sized Titan Head was tethered to a spike, snoring like thunder.

Perfectly uniform. Utterly harmonious.

Meanwhile, in front of the lead warship, Nightfall City's garrison and a large number of elite Night Doctors had already formed up in neat ranks. Under the leadership of the Eighth-Level Veteran White Night, they waited in solemn anticipation.

They were absolutely brimming with excitement.

After completing the Magic Circle inscription in the Cursed City, they had withdrawn from the battlefield on Sir Aiwen's orders.

Because at that stage, the war was no longer something they could participate in.

But precisely because they had witnessed it firsthand, they were very well aware of the crucial role Lynn had played in this war.

It could be said.

That it was precisely because of Lynn's existence that they had been able to completely crush the Plague Doctor's forces in this war. They had also vaguely guessed that the three terrifying Titan Heads that appeared later were not allies of Nightfall City, but reinforcements that Lynn had called in.

Their hearts pounded wildly.

Especially White Night.

He truly had never imagined that the child he had once recommended, his own kin, would have such an enormous background in this hell.

This was, pardon his language, an absolute jackpot!

But what he found strange and puzzling was that Lynn and Sir Aiwen had already returned in victory, yet their Matriarch hadn't made any move at all. He had even submitted the good news to the Matriarch earlier, but still hadn't received any response.

He shook his head, deciding not to dwell on these matters.

Clack—

With the warship's ramp slowly descending and opening.

"Attention!"

All the elite Night Doctors straightened their backs and shouted, their uniform Plague Doctor Masks clearly displaying their identity.

Night Doctors!

Healers who walked in the night, dedicated to saving and maintaining the balance of this hell, and one of the largest neutral factions in this Dark World.

With the warship's ramp fully lowered, Sir Aiwen, dressed in his usual ancient aristocratic attire, descended from the warship with a faint smile, leaning on his Staff, leading the group behind him—the girl formed from Colossus's Brain with calm eyes, Alice looking curious and shy, and the adorable Miaomiao.

White Night looked at the group descending, his gaze puzzled, because he didn't see Lynn or his Bodyguard Miss.

"Sir Aiwen, isn't someone missing? Where's Lynn? Didn't he come back with you?"

And just as he finished speaking.

The sound of wheels turning came from within the warship.

There, appearing in their field of vision, was Hei Xianyue—dressed in a Gothic Loli dress, eyes closed, wearing a little hat—slowly pushing out a wheelchair that had been welded shut.

Lynn sat in the wheelchair with dead-fish eyes, holding a wrench, his entire body wrapped in metal plating and shackles. Even his face was covered with an iron mask that only revealed his eyes. If one looked closely, they could see the welded marks on it. And on the armrest, within reach of his fingers, there was a button that could produce sound.

"Mmph mmph!! You (bleep—) mmph!"

A series of unintelligible sounds.

Everyone (꒪Д꒪)?!

Sir Aiwen shook his head, gripped his Staff, and took a deep breath. "He's been a bit hyperactive lately. Most likely, the curse has flared up. So, to avoid suffering even greater property losses and for his own safety, we've unanimously decided to let him rest properly. Everyone, pay no attention to him. Just pretend nothing happened."

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding—

Lynn furiously mashed the button on the armrest, shaking the wheelchair to vent his immense dissatisfaction. But it was completely useless.

Sir Aiwen ignored him and simply cut his power supply.

Then, with a grave expression, he gazed toward the High Tower at the very center of Nightfall City, his look turning serious. He turned to White Night, who was still staring stiffly at Lynn, and with a restrained expression, said deeply:

"How is the Matriarch... doing?"