And it was precisely because of this that he had lost heart, using that defeat to bow out early, escape the great cataclysm that was destined to happen, and preserve himself more fully.
The enormous phantom of the Colossus stood motionless, like a corpse incapable of thought.
He knew.
The Colossus Brain could not answer.
Because the "Colossus" facing him now was merely a phantom forcibly assembled in response to the threat he posed, an instinctive reaction to an external danger.
Its consciousness had not fully revived. The Colossus Brain remained in a muddled state.
Within the Colossus network.
Lynn's consciousness slowly cleared. He narrowed his eyes, gazing at the countless lifeless points of light in the empty network. Clearly, his connection to the Colossus network had freed him from the effects of mental suppression.
"So this was your goal?"
Hearing nothing but silence from the Colossus Brain's consciousness, Lynn's eyes flickered as he looked at the God of Ten Thousand Machines opposite him, all while secretly examining this peculiar state he was in.
"You deserted, played dead to escape that slaughter, then hid in this garbage dump, waiting to pick away at the remains of the warriors who died in the cataclysm?"
Lynn sneered, stalling for time.
He had also realized that the God of Ten Thousand Machines did not want to kill him. He wanted to use his heart to awaken the Colossus Brain.
He coveted the Colossus's core technology.
And no matter how grandly he portrayed himself, to Lynn, those were nothing more than excuses for his cowardice.
Like a deserter who backed down before battle.
Pointing at the slaughtered warriors on the battlefield and laughing at them.
All to prove his foresight and his supposedly wise, decisive judgment, to find a high-sounding excuse for retreating without