He had already tested it through the Intelligent Brain. Psionics could, to some extent, serve as a vessel for their virtual consciousnesses, allowing them to briefly escape the constraints of the data network.
Light Banquet and Silver Fantasy exchanged a glance and immediately moved closer.
With psionics shielding them, the Meme Virus inside Light Banquet would not activate either.
In an instant.
Lynn's pupils contracted.
Surging psionics erupted from his eyes, enveloping Light Banquet's and Silver Fantasy's data bodies. Within the external network conduits, Lynn was taking them across the boundary between the virtual and the real, bit by bit, bringing them into reality.
But just as they were about to succeed.
A voice abruptly rang in their ears, like countless overlapping noises converging into a sinister, strangely soft tone.
"Since you're here, why leave so soon?"
Buzzz-
In that split second, before they could even react, pitch-black phantoms shot out from every corner around them. Those shadows moved too fast for their eyes to follow.
There was a loud ripping sound.
An insubstantial phantom swept past Lynn's eyes, interrupting his crossing. In that instant, Lynn finally saw what was attacking them.
It was a sharp, pitch-black blade, yet its texture resembled some kind of fluid. Its color shifted eerily between black and silver-white, as solid as ice yet as soft as silk.
"Watch out-"
Silver Fantasy abruptly shoved the two beside her away.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-
In an instant, hundreds of fluid blades slashed through their position from every direction, carving countless rifts through the area.
The three swiftly scattered, avoiding the surprise attack.
Lynn abruptly stopped retreating, whipped out a long psionic blade, and scanned his surroundings. The mercury-like fluid continuously flowing around them was reflected in his eyes.
"If I hadn't done that, how else could I