Chapter 634: The Drifting Black Feathers |
Boom——
Lightning bolts tore across the sky shrouded in black mist, one after another cutting through the high altitude.
And that massive Leviathan slowly stopped its descent, suspended in midair like a dead whale.
On the battlefield now bereft of the Leviathan, the God of All Machines and Sir Aiwen had gradually gained the upper hand in their offensive against those two Flesh and Blood Roots, and their advantage was rapidly tipping toward absolute dominance.
The Flesh and Blood Dominator and the Desire Mother Tree were struggling more and more desperately to respond.
The Leviathan's loss of functionality fully proved to them that Lynn and Silver Fantasy had already completed their infiltration and decapitation mission with outstanding success.
"Quick! Cyber! Speed it up! Don't give them any chance to catch their breath! Let's crush them in one fell swoop!"
The God of All Machines' harsh voice echoed across the entire battlefield.
The scales of war had tilted.
"Alright!"
Sir Aiwen spaced out for a moment, then immediately snapped back to normal, coldly unleashing his psychic energy restriction on the Dominator.
But the God of All Machines frowned. While manipulating countless digitized technological constructs to restrain the Desire Mother Tree's Tree Realm, he clearly noticed that Sir Aiwen beside him had made several uncharacteristic mistakes and hesitations during his attacks.
Yet Sir Aiwen himself seemed unaware of it.
The God of All Machines could only hope it wasn't what he feared.
"What's your name now?"
"Aiwen. What's wrong?"
The God of All Machines said darkly, "Nothing."
But with that reminder, Sir Aiwen's expression suddenly turned grave. He immediately realized what was happening.
"I've forgotten some combat experience and techniques, haven't I?"
The God of All Machines replied coldly, "You know your own state. If you drop a rank at a time like this, then I'm sorry—your core will be mine."
Sir Aiwen's gaze darkened. He said nothing, but turned his head to look at the massive, silent Leviathan suspended in midair.
Lynn.
No matter what.
It's time to come back.
Before I lose control, before I forget you... let this end!
He was about to withdraw his gaze and focus entirely on dealing with the two Roots before him, but at that moment, he suddenly noticed something. High above the Leviathan, amid the black mist where lightning constantly exploded, a barely perceptible ripple of spatial disturbance appeared.
But Sir Aiwen's expression changed drastically.
"That's..."
Boom—
Dense lightning bolts streaked across the firmament, striking one after another around the Leviathan.
And faintly visible.
Jet-black feathers, like black rain, drifted down from within those lightning bolts.
...
At the far edge of the battlefield, no one noticed.
With a loud crashing sound, the ground split open. Amid writhing tentacles, a pair of enormous eyes curiously peered toward the distant black sky.
Long tentacles reached into the massive backpack strapped behind its head, pulling out a living, struggling Giant Elephant. It tossed the creature into its mouth and chewed vigorously, blood splattering everywhere, crimson liquid oozing from between its teeth.
To any outsider, this scene would be absolutely horrifying.
But those enormous eyes were as pure as a baby's, giving off an utterly bizarre and twisted sense of absurdity.
Having eaten some snacks.
A sigil on its massive forehead faintly glowed, as if sensing something, then it turned toward the direction of the Leviathan suspended in the distant sky.
"Hmm."
With another leap.
Like a jellyfish, it shot through hundreds of meters of altitude in an instant, crossing an immeasurable distance.
...
Inside the Leviathan.
The blinding white light made him look like a silver statue radiating endless brilliance.
Lynn squinted, forcefully channeling his ability.
Echoes of the Past had completely enveloped that skeleton.
The body's reversion was easy. Under the halo of Echoes of the Past, the skeleton had already begun to regress toward its state from centuries ago. Stripped-away flesh started regenerating, blood vessels began spreading—everything was returning to that time point.
And it didn't take long at all. With the reappearance of muscles, that skeleton had transformed into a frail young boy in his teens.
Lynn glanced at it.
It wasn't as big as his!
But without a doubt, he was a genuine, proper human just like Lynn—a member of the Human Race from the Shattered World!
Yet he also knew that the reversion of the body didn't truly mean much. If the residual light of this reversion couldn't illuminate his shattered soul, then what reappeared was nothing more than a meaningless husk.
But no matter what.
Even if only for Miaomiao, for that poor child.
He had to...
His gaze grew deep as he pushed the influence of Echoes of the Past even further, advancing into the deepest reaches of the boy's mind.
Everyone's attention was focused on that white light screen, reflecting Miaomiao's pale gaze, all trying their utmost to complete this act of redemption.
But no one noticed.
On the reverse side of that blinding white light, behind Doctor 315, who was dazed and nearly driven mad.
A single black feather slowly fell to the ground.
Like a drop of water landing on a pond.
Ripples spread faintly...
Silent and traceless.
Buzz—
And in that very instant, the drifting feather suddenly exploded into countless torrents of black light. In the blink of an eye, against the dazzling silver glow, it splashed a patch of ink-black darkness.
Lynn spun around, his pupils instantly contracting.
Miaomiao's expression also changed drastically.
Everything happened too suddenly. In the moment before anyone could react, those dark streams of light tore through the light screen, grazing past Lynn's cheek, and shot toward his rear.
Boom—
A thunderous explosion.
Countless sprays of blood scattered through the air.
The puppet that Lynn had equipped with his Cursed Eye had been blown into countless fragments under the assault of those dark light streams.
Amid the brilliant black feathers, the spiked chains binding Doctor 315 also clattered away as the Cursed Eye lost its effect.
The curse was weakened!
The restraints were breaking...
And in the depths of that black curtain, Lynn's pupils dilated as he saw, in the deepest recesses of that power, a pale, bony, slender hand wrapped in countless black feathers.
That was...