"Praise the God of Ten Thousand Machines-"
At that moment, brilliant blue light flashed across the screens of every mechanical unit present, and their cold mechanical voices converged into a towering torrent.
And once he slowly stepped out of that Light Curtain, his icy gaze slowly turned toward them. The stern warning in that glance needed no explanation.
"He's entered the fray!"
Lynn narrowed his eyes.
Sir Awen remained calm. A faint green Light Curtain radiated from him, its flowing psionics sheltering both him and Lynn as they faced the God of Ten Thousand Machines' projection from afar.
But it lasted only an instant.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines' projection turned his gaze away, fixing it once more on the enormous Mother Tree of Desire's Main Trunk.
It was a warning.
And an unspoken understanding.
This was his way of telling Sir Awen that the Mechanical Church had noticed them long ago. If they stayed out of it, everything could be settled amicably. If they intervened, the Mechanical Church would immediately become their enemy.
Sir Awen said calmly, "He wants to draw out that Leviathan. This is also his way of telling the Flesh God Cult that he fears none of their trump cards or contingency plans."
Besides, only a projection of him had descended.
Yet the deterrent power this projection displayed was no less than if he had descended in person.
War!
Had begun!
Boom-
Amid one deafening crash after another, Mechanical Pods were launched behind the God of Ten Thousand Machines' projection. As a Mechanical Pod shattered, a Mechanical Girl wearing an azure helmet and holding a Monomolecular Sword slowly raised her head.
Behind her, dozens of equally silver-white mechanical suits of armor descended alongside her.
Supreme Frames!
Clearly, however, these frames were a tier below Silver