All of this was based on his judgment from his previous dealings with them.
When they did nothing, they did nothing.
But the moment they acted, out came all manner of schemes and plots.
"Then what's your plan now-"
Silver Fantasy asked, glancing sideways at him.
Clang-
Lynn pulled out his Monomolecular Sword, adjusted his Plague Doctor Mask, then took a bottle of viscous potion from inside his coat and smashed it against the warship's hull in front of him.
Crash-
As the thick potion spilled from the shattered bottle and touched the diseased tissue of the flesh plague, wisps of white vapor immediately rose. They could even faintly hear strange sounds erupting from it, like the cries of a scorched infant.
As the potion took effect, large amounts of diseased tissue began to peel away, exposing the rust-covered metal structure beneath.
"Let's see if the equipment inside still works. A warship this big might have an Upload Device on board."
Sizzle, sizzle-
Lynn drove the Monomolecular Sword into it, instantly sending sparks flying.
Soon, he had cut a large hole through the warship's outer hull.
An unbearably foul stench immediately wafted out.
"Looks like the inside's infected too. Come on, let's take a look!"
Lynn took the lead.
With a light leap, he stepped through the opening.
It was pitch-black inside. The long corridor was covered in masses of writhing, diseased tissue, a sight that inspired sickening discomfort. Any ordinary flesh creature who came here would surely be left vomiting endlessly by the strange stench within.
"Zuo Zuo, don't you think it's like we're walking through someone's rectum? Doesn't that really set the mood?"
Lynn adjusted his Plague Doctor Mask and solemnly offered this vivid analogy.
In her bewilderment, some extremely unpleasant, nauseating images instantly surfaced in Zuo