The Mechanical Church had not taken advantage of this time to attack them again. Clearly, they had their own reservations.
After the Hive appeared, Lynn immediately uploaded himself into it and brought the dazed Sir Awen out from among Silver Fantasy's troops.
"Before setting out, I thought it would take a long time to find you, Matriarch, so I had already prepared to leave Sir Awen here to recuperate for an extended period. Fortunately, everything went smoothly, which means we can return to Dark Night City a little sooner."
The corners of Lynn's lips lifted slightly. Along with a ripple of psionics, his and Sir Awen's bodies slowly materialized in the real world.
Sir Awen's eyes remained closed as he slept in a stupor.
The Hive also provided Lynn with detailed data on the erosion of Sir Awen's personality during this period, and had used a special method to curb the loss of his data.
"It seems the Mechanical Church has undergone some major upheavals while I was asleep."
The Holy Angel gazed at the enormous Hive.
Then she turned a somewhat uncertain gaze toward Lynn.
"They've split?"
The thought had come to her the moment she saw that battered Hive. Clearly, her deduction was correct, because the old Mechanical Church, with its stubbornly xenophobic ideology, could never have cooperated with any faction in Hell.
Not to mention that during the battle of Curse City, Lynn had thoroughly offended practically the entire Mechanical Church.
Lynn smiled and pinched the brim of his hat.
"A great deal has indeed happened. The situation couldn't keep pace with the changes, but I can guarantee that, at least for now, this splinter faction poses no threat to us. I'm also working to persuade them to become our allies. If we fight the Mechanical Church