Lynn said nothing, his eyes fixed on his past self.
He certainly had ample motivation to launch this revolution, this rebellion. And if the two of them truly were the same person, then what would his present self do to win this grueling counterattack?
Because in terms of strength, a head-on confrontation offered almost no hope of victory.
The disparity was simply too vast.
But since he had chosen to do this...
It had to mean he had made thorough preparations in some respect, preparations that gave them enough confidence for him to stake everything on one desperate attempt.
But how would he do it?
Within the mountain where the ravens roosted, the merging of souls continued. Golden threads connected them to one another, and through their shared soul, firstborn power flowed like a spring, constantly nourishing every raven.
Once their power recovered, they would mechanically carry out their work, day after day: spreading the seeds of life, sustaining Hell's existence, or supplying the Painter of this era with power to maintain and reinforce the entire Main Universe and the vast mechanism established by this Hell...
Sustain... reinforce...
In an instant...
As if something had suddenly occurred to him, Lynn's pupils dilated.
"Could it be..."
At that moment, Lynn's expression changed.
Because he had thought of a possibility, an utterly insane method, so insane that the very thought of it sent a chill down his spine.
Yes. If things really were as he suspected...
Then he would definitely do it!
Because for that raven, given the current overwhelming disparity between his strength and the enemy's, if he truly built his plan around the method Lynn had imagined, then he really might create that faint sliver of a miracle out of utter desperation!
"Come on, Zuo Zuo! We're going to the