As the system notifications kept ringing in his ears, Lynn maintained a serious expression, but beads of cold sweat were already trickling down the back of his head.
Because there was no question that this was the effect of his M Fist.
But he had clearly only affected a single unit, that cyber girl. Why did it feel as though the entire swarm had been affected?
A terrifying scene instantly appeared in Lynn's mind: a mass of mechanical units overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, their legs trembling so badly that they could no longer walk.
Lynn: "..."
It would be fine, right?
It should be fine, right?
The mechanical swarm wouldn't hunt me down, right?
White Night turned his head, glanced at Lynn, and said:
"Now you should understand how terrifying the Mechanical Church is. Likewise, if you encounter regular troops from the Flesh God Cult, run whenever you can. Although the Flesh God Cult isn't as good at large-scale warfare as the Mechanical Church, at least the Mechanical Church will simply eliminate you. If the Flesh God Cult captures you, even death becomes a luxury."
Lynn nodded, his expression serious.
Because he had already witnessed the Flesh God Cult's depravity in Miao Miao's photographs.
They might not let you die, but they would make you wish you were dead.
"There's no time to lose. Let's head back for now and make some preparations and adjustments. After a day's rest, we'll coordinate our plans and deployments."
White Night gave a faint smile.
Because he had seen no trace of cowardice on Lynn's face.
Even after experiencing bombardment on that scale and a bloody skirmish at close range, he had shown no fear.
And that was a quality every Night Doctor had to possess.
"Then let's go, Senior White Night."
Lynn