439: A single sword strike cleaved a warship! Was this the power of the Holy Son's mentor!?

Surrounded by guards, Matt gritted his teeth and roared, "You damned heretics who worship the Mechanical Father! What the hell do you want!?"

By now, Matt had lost his earlier defiance.

The drones and Automated Mechs under their command had all been rendered useless.

Fewer than a thousand guards remained to protect them.

Opening with those words meant he was already prepared to negotiate or stall for time.

Hearing that, Leg Kicker said casually, "Worship the Mechanical Father?"

"Have you gotten something wrong?"

Boris demanded loudly, "Wrong!? Isn't that fellow an incarnation of the Mechanical Father?"

"If he isn't, who else could possess such terrifying mechanical divine authority?"

Leg Kicker smiled. "Oh, that!"

Beside him, One Solo Dirt Block scoffed. "The Mechanical Father isn't worth shit."

"My godfather tore the Mechanical Father's divine authority away and took it for himself."

Everyone present caught their breath.

Tear away a deity's divine authority... and seize it!?

A human stealing a deity's divine authority!?

"Bullshit!" Matt cursed.

"How could a human steal a deity's divine authority? Stop trying to mystify us!"

Leg Kicker said casually, "Believe it or not. It doesn't matter."

"Either way, it won't affect our plan or the final outcome."

He waved a hand. "Attack."

Boris hurriedly cried, "Wait, wait! What exactly do you want?"

"Even killing people has to serve some purpose!"

"There was never any hatred between us. Why be so ruthless!?"

"There must be something we can cooperate on!"

Hearing that, Leg Kicker turned to Windsor and Camilla beside him.

Windsor said coldly, "Uncle, you already threw away our last chance to cooperate."

"The moment you offered your surname as a guarantee for Matt, you stopped being a member of the Toynbee Family."

Matt looked at Leg Kicker. "How much did these two women pay you? The