But at least one thing was clear.
As he grew at a staggering pace and became ever stronger, the Polluters outside were beginning to run out of ways to deal with him.
From the Blood Sin Spirit to the traps and ambushes in the North Sea, and then their infiltration of the Mechanical Church during the Ether War, they had tried everything they could to target him. But now, he was no longer someone they could manipulate at will.
Sir Awen glanced sideways and said:
"It seems they don't want to see you unify this Hell."
This had undoubtedly been a probe.
It was already difficult for them to defeat him head-on, but that certainly did not mean their attacks would ease.
On the contrary, if this Alliance really took shape, the Polluters lurking in Hell would spare no effort to sabotage and infiltrate it, creating a host of problems from within. That was almost certain to happen.
But...
Lynn laughed and said:
"The more afraid they are, doesn't that just prove we're on the right path?"
If anything, Lynn felt relieved.
Because this war had already begun.
He rose into the air, once again standing before all the Origins outside Dark Night City. The dazzling radiance of Firstborn Power shone from his body, and divine light surged in his eyes.
"I won't force you to join."
"If you think I'm only after power and trying to scare you, you're free to leave. I won't interfere with any decision you make."
"But likewise, no matter what happens in the future, I won't offer you protection."
His gaze swept over all the Origins on the wasteland.
"I'll give you three days to think it over. The choice is yours."
Lynn turned.
Without looking back, he headed toward Dark Night City.
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