And almost at the same time.
The countless masses of flesh of the Old Days chasing Lynn through the Starry Sky surged onto him like schools of fish in the Deep Sea the instant he stopped.
He could even faintly hear the howls within that flesh of the Old Days. Like maggots clinging to bone, they continually tore at Lynn's enormous head, growing ever more numerous and densely packed as they tried to breach his outer armor and force their way inside.
Almost in an instant.
Lynn was completely engulfed and covered by the flesh of the Old Days.
If not for the terrifying power of the Undying Curse, Lynn's Trinity Frame would have been torn to pieces in an instant by that awakened flesh.
But under the curse's effects.
He actually managed to withstand the assault of the Old Days.
"Head! Head!! We can't escape!! We can't escape!!"
Zuo Zuo screamed inside him.
But escape?
Lynn had never even considered escaping.
He had lured that flesh of the Old Days into this deserted stretch of deep space precisely for this moment. This was also the only way he could bring it into Hell and complete his ultimate mission: to fuse with it, making himself the vessel for that fifteen percent of Cthulhu's flesh!
And then...
Sever the summoning!
But he was in no hurry. Enduring the immense torment the flesh of the Old Days inflicted on him, he inscribed that enormous Magic Array bit by bit.
He was not afraid.
Or rather.
Life itself was one great gamble.
If fear of death meant living a dull, orderly life in Hell, where was the fun in that?
"And isn't this the perfect opportunity? If we succeed, we'll take that flesh down to Hell with us. If we fail... well, even