The corners of Sir Awen's mouth twitched violently.
At a time like this, everyone else was watching without daring to breathe, and all you could think about was making money. Had you really not noticed how badly your behavior clashed with the atmosphere everyone had worked so hard to build?
Despite those thoughts, Sir Awen strengthened the shield a little more, just in case Lynn actually got himself killed trying to record a video.
Then his gaze returned to the center of the battlefield.
The three Origins faced one another in a terrifying standoff.
The tension had almost reached its breaking point.
The Mother Tree of Desire was the weakest of them, but she had descended in her true body. As the sacrificial Magic Array continued to operate, her true body's power would grow stronger and stronger.
The Flesh Dominator and the God of Ten Thousand Machines, however, had not truly descended. Instead, they had forcibly shattered space to manifest their true bodies.
Their combat power was inevitably subject to immense restrictions.
But even so.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines still possessed the power to face both Origins of the Flesh God Cult.
Sir Awen's brows knitted tightly.
Even now, the Leviathan he was most concerned about had yet to appear. There was also the Plague Doctor's plague. But now that this had become a battlefield of Origins, what use could even a plague be?
Origins had already transcended almost all conventional means of attack. Could they really create a plague that worked even on Origins?
So...
What was all this really for?
On the battlefield, the standoff continued.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
"Do you truly believe that joining forces makes you a match for me?"
The God of Ten Thousand Machines looked down imperiously from his enormous