The Tidecaller had been pinned to the ground, utterly unable to move. Agony contorted her face as thick black blood gushed from her chest, only to dissolve and evaporate in the searing heat of the Monomolecular Sword, giving off the aroma of grilled fish.
But more than pain, her eyes held fear and hatred.
Because the man before her had killed the Flesh Dominator's Projection, all but wiping out hundreds of years of their preparations on Blue Star.
"You'll die a horrible death! You dare obstruct our grand plan at every turn? Once we return to the Dark World, you and your Dark Night City will be destroyed!"
She roared in agony.
Holding his Monocle, Lynn crouched there and watched her with a faint smile.
"No, you're the ones who will be destroyed. The war began long ago. I've already declared war on you, and once we return to Hell, there won't be a Flesh God Cult anymore."
Lynn wasted no more words on her.
He seized her by the throat and said:
"But you've certainly made plenty of preparations for that Old God. Your Evil Spirit project created Lady Blood Cloak and White Night, and this damned project of yours created a stitched-together monster like you. Looks like you've really planned everything out!"
The moment he saw her description, Lynn understood everything.
They were trying to create one offspring of Cthulhu after another by grafting flesh together, allowing them to indirectly control that Old God's corruption.
But there was no doubt.
Their ultimate fate would be anything but pleasant.
Because if Cthulhu truly awakened, deceivers like them would be the first to die. No god would tolerate being desecrated.
"Where are they?"
Lynn questioned her with an eerie air:
"Your elite cultists. Where are they now?"
Pain and savagery