If that was the case, there really was nothing he could do.
On the chaotic battlefield, masses of broken vines and mechanical debris crashed down around Lynn. Amid the endless explosions, Lynn rolled leisurely along with his big refrigerator body, carrying a huge load of scavenged materials and swaying as he went.
It was as though the backdrop were fake and could not affect him at all.
Then Lynn slipped through the chaos into a corner of the battlefield, humming as he pulled a little shovel out of the refrigerator and began digging a little hole, pat, pat, pat.
After all, he was only a useless refrigerator.
He was not connected to the Hive, either, so naturally, no one would care if he secretly dug a hole or two.
(Hole dug)
(Shovel tossed aside)
(Flesh Plague potion taken out)
Paired with a tiny, makeshift nuclear bomb.
(oﾟ▽ﾟ)o
Wow.
A simple trap designed to capture Miss Machine Intelligence was perfectly complete!
Then he rolled to the other side of the battlefield and repeated the process, digging away fiercely at the vast battlefield with his tiny shovel, installing and burying everything in one smooth sequence.
The traps were set.
Now all he needed to do was wait until the battle reached a fever pitch, then activate them and stab Miss Machine Intelligence in the back.
Nor had Lynn dug those traps in random spots. He had carefully selected their locations after fully considering the battlefield's size and the reach of the Flesh Plague once aerosolized. Three points and three lines, connected into a triangle that could cover most of the battlefield.
And if that was the case...
All it would take was activation.
Once fully aerosolized, the Flesh Plague could easily engulf the entire battlefield. That was also why he had specifically