The vocalizer began to fail.
The detectors failed.
The sensory receptors that interfaced with the outside world failed.
Even vision and hearing suffered severe interference, filling with dense static!
"This is... a plague... designed specifically for us..."
She jerked her head up, her piercing gaze cutting through the endless blood mist and settling on the Pale Crow Mask atop that enormous Leviathan.
Boom-
A thunderous crash rang out.
A massive tentacle swept down into the ranks of flesh-covered machines, crushing countless mechanical units.
Their consciousnesses could no longer be uploaded. They were locked inside their Mechanical Bodies.
Being killed under these conditions meant true death!
This terrifying plague had all but destroyed the Mechanical Church's greatest advantage. Their mechanical bodies could be discarded at will, but once their consciousnesses were annihilated, there was truly no saving them!
The God of Ten Thousand Machines finally understood their true objective!
He finally understood why they had waited all this time, why they had not attempted to breach the Tower of Thunder during the machines' strategic withdrawal.
They had been waiting for their war potential to be fully mobilized, then, at the moment vast torrents of machines entered the battlefield, they would shake the very foundations of the Mechanical Church in one stroke!
Boom-
Chaotic death rays burst from the Flesh Dominator's enormous pupil and slammed into the God of Ten Thousand Machines.
"So this was your true objective!"
The God of Ten Thousand Machines' gaze grew colder, the chains covering his body rattling thunderously.
One could only imagine the fury raging within him at that moment.
The Flesh Dominator rasped, "Because we know all too well how terrifying a mechanical civilization is. Unless we cut off your war potential, we will never seize the initiative on the front lines."
The God of