Silver Fantasy whipped her head around, her gaze growing colder as she stared at him. The system notifications in Lynn's ears erupted in a rapid-fire barrage.
[Ding! Silver Fantasy's hatred toward you +10, killing intent toward you +20] [Ding! Silver Fantasy's hatred toward you +20, killing intent toward you +25]
At last, she forcibly suppressed the urge to kill him on the spot and squeezed her eyes shut. Yet the immense strain of holding herself back still sent sparks crackling from her hair and joints.
It was easy to imagine just how deeply she hated Lynn.
Sir Awen said, nursing a headache, "Machine Intelligence, can't you pick someone else? If you send those two, we might as well declare the plan a failure right now."
Although the God of Ten Thousand Machines agreed with declaring it a failure in advance, he still said indifferently:
"We of the Mechanical Race are different from you chaotic organisms. Our collective interests always come before everything else. Do you think we care about old grudges? Heh. Since we're cooperating, achieving our objective will always be our first priority. Do you think we're chaotic creatures of flesh and blood like you?"
Lynn nodded. That made sense to him.
Then he turned solemnly, extended a hand toward Silver Fantasy, who was calmly watching the space ahead beside him, and adjusted his mask.
"In that case, Miss Machine Intelligence, I hope we'll have a pleasant partnership. As for how I trained you underground..."
Clang-
The Monomolecular Sword gleaming scarlet instantly slashed toward Lynn with cold intent. Reacting swiftly, Lynn drew his azure Monomolecular Sword and forcefully blocked the sudden strike.
Szzzzzz-
Sparks and flecks of light kept spraying from the two Monomolecular Swords. The killing intent in her icy gaze was almost tangible.
``` [Ding!