Lynn nodded, showing his wholehearted approval of Zuo Zuo's tactics.
Then he glanced around, pulled an object from inside his coat, and handed it to Black String Moon beside him, saying:
"Miss Doll, hold on to this for now, just in case."
Miss Doll instinctively reached out and took the object, then froze, her gaze fixed on it.
It was actually an Electric Drill, with one of her Winders strapped to the front. It was covered in patches and repairs-clearly the same one that had broken earlier.
She had no idea when he had repaired it.
"What for?"
Miss Doll held that utterly wretched Electric Drill with an icy expression.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said solemnly:
"Charging!"
Black String Moon closed her eyes, her slender little hand tightening around the Electric Drill with a series of creaks. A small, delicate "╬" appeared above her head.
But Lynn looked so earnest and serious that there was no hint of anything improper about him. He did not even give her an opening to vent her frustration.
"Everyone, get ready."
Lynn decisively changed the subject and fastened his pale Plague Doctor Mask over his face. His expression became dangerously calm, his body poised to spring like a restless cheetah.
"On my command. Once I count down from three, we all go in together!"
Meanwhile.
Inside the cursed environment Lynn had created with the [Insectoid Hatching Facility], the fully mechanical Silver Fantasy led the way, her expression icy and a heavy sniper rifle in her hands.
Behind her followed a densely packed force of mechanical beetles.
Their mechanical mouthparts kept spraying jets of acid, splattering them onto the sticky walls of flesh around them and swiftly killing the larvae that had yet to hatch.
But they knew.
This was not a real