Sir Awen's eyes reflected Lynn's face as he shook his head.
"We've more or less ruled out that possibility, because we did find the main body of the Mechanical Church in the Hellfire Corridor. Besides, that signal didn't come from her personally, but from the intelligent Main Brain of Hive One."
Lynn froze.
Sir Awen's gaze grew grave.
"That's also why we were able to locate the Mechanical Church so quickly. Judging by the current situation, the contingent of the Mechanical Race led by Silver Fantasy has most likely been wiped out. But her true form probably hasn't been assimilated yet. She should still be somewhere beneath that Volcanic Range."
Lynn knitted his brows and asked:
"Why would they be there? Is there some special reason?"
An entire month had already passed, yet they were still holding their ground. Even when faced with attacks from multiple Origins of Dark Night City, they showed no sign of retreating.
That went against mechanical logic.
They never suffered from moral dilemmas or problems with morale. If they couldn't win, they would always retreat.
The fact that they remained there could only mean that some task or object mattered far more than withdrawing from this battlefield to preserve themselves. They surely knew that, following the Flesh Dominator's destruction, Dark Night City had risen to become the most powerful force in this Dark World.
Psionics flickered in Sir Awen's eyes as he said:
"We don't know the exact reason, but it might have something to do with one particular event."
"What event?"
"That Volcanic Range is where the God of Ten Thousand Machines once fell."
He rushed all the way to the square.
He hadn't been here for an entire month, and the place had long since changed. An enormous spatial Portal stood