The next moment.
"Aaargh!"
A piercing scream echoed across the entire wasteland. Even thousands of kilometers away, his cry of pain and fury could be heard clearly.
Nearly every eye of his that had seen the book exploded in an instant. Scarlet blood, thick fluid, and fragments of eyeballs erupted like fountains from all over his body. His screams rang with endless agony, as though he had suffered immense torture and pain in the blink of an eye.
"Lynn!"
The Flesh Dominator roared madly.
The fury within that roar had almost become a fire that could scour the plains.
Back in Curse City, Lynn had used this very trick to deal the God of Ten Thousand Machines a vicious blow. At the time, the Flesh Dominator had watched from the sidelines, full of mockery and gloating. Now, this bastard had actually used that derivative of authority, something that should never have existed in this world, on him too.
An authority like this could not kill him.
But how could he possibly not be furious?
He had been blindsided!
Without question, at this moment, Lynn was more disgusting to him than a fly in a toilet.
If it had only been harassment, he would never have lost his composure like this. But Lynn genuinely possessed items and abilities capable of inflicting grievous injuries on him.
"No way. You can't take it already? We've only just started, haven't we?"
Lynn's shout came from beyond the distant horizon.
"So, you're really not going to chase me? If you don't, I'll only get more out of hand! Forget about reinforcing the Mechanical Church. Come on! Come on!"
The Flesh Dominator forcibly suppressed his anger and overwhelming revulsion.
He kept healing his injuries, but despite the severe damage inflicted by that derivative of authority, he