One of the bodies of that Old Days Deity!
At that moment, Lynn immediately confirmed his earlier suspicions. With this being able to draw on the might of the Old Days to fight, his own strength had long since become meaningless. If anyone still treated him as an ordinary Lord Rank, death was all that awaited them!
But it was truly unimaginable.
Just how deeply had the pollution of the Old Days corroded him for him to summon Cthulhu's tentacles to aid him in battle?
"Lynn! Our Heavenly Lord would never say those things! His will has already been corrupted!"
In the distance, Messiah gritted her teeth and shouted a warning.
Under these circumstances, she could do nothing to help. A battle at this level was already far beyond her capabilities.
The next moment.
Under the frenzied assault of Cthulhu's tentacles.
Lynn's Mechanical Body and Lady Blood Cloak were instantly driven back. Amid the surging and ebbing erosion marks, neither could get close.
An ethereal song echoed through the entire Great Hall like ocean waves.
The figure in the Yellow Garment hovered there, the song seeming to pour out endless sorrow.
"Become one with us, Mr. Lynn. Everything you do is meaningless. Have you heard my god's call? Haven't you been searching for my god all along? Your conversion will grant you everything you desire."
Buzzz-
The enormous abyssal maw behind her opened its eye once more.
"Burn!"
[Ding! Cthulhu's attention toward you +30%.] [Ding! Messiah has burned the "Matriarch's Tea Bag." Cthulhu's attention toward you has been reset to zero.]
As piercing shrieks rang out once again within the enormous Light Curtain.
Lynn seized the opportunity. Torrents of numbers instantly flickered through his eyes. He abruptly tightened both hands around the Monomolecular Sword, and the luminous tracery