And he knew it, too.
From the moment he opened that book, he had set himself squarely against the Mechanical Church, with no chance of reconciliation.
Lynn stared gravely ahead at the billowing dust thrown up by the exploding warplanes, blotting out the sky.
He did not let his guard down.
Because he knew.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines could not possibly be killed so easily by that book!
He was the Mechanical Overlord, a Root-Level existence. There was no way he had no trump cards. Or perhaps his sheer size alone would allow him to endure that lethal curse!
Because in this Dark World, Origins could not be killed!
Bzzzt-
Almost at that very instant, a pale silver stream of data shot out of the rolling dust, piercing the sky and tearing through the black mist overhead.
Lynn snapped his head up.
An unimaginably terrifying Root-Level aura instantly spread from that immense data stream.
Its immense presence bore down heavily.
It was like Mount Tai weighing on his shoulders, making even breathing difficult.
Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.
"That's..."
And in the very next moment, a hoarse voice filled with the grinding of gears and mechanical noises rang out from the deepest reaches of the black mist pierced by the data stream, utterly savage.
"You-killed my-projection-"
[Warning! Current crisis level has reached 100%!] [Warning! Current crisis level has reached 100%!]
As the system alerts sounded, space within the black mist shattered with a thunderous crash before Lynn's trembling gaze.
A mechanical claw almost half the size of Curse City tore through space and reached out. The head of an unimaginably enormous Mechanical Dragon emerged menacingly from countless spatial fragments above Curse City.
At that moment, the entire city was cowed.
Shrill mechanical screeches and the rumbling symphony