Although Lynn had severed the neural connection to the corridor where Silver Fantasy was standing in that instant, the sight of that blade thrusting toward him had still appeared for a brief moment.
The higher-ups in the First Chamber all paled, never having expected anything like this to happen.
"What the hell happened?!"
"What's going on over there?!"
"Quick! Establish contact with his command room immediately! Has that Night Doctor appeared?!"
The higher-ups grew anxious. Even Doctor 315 frowned.
Clearly.
Even he had not expected that Night Doctor to show himself so soon, let alone launch a killing strike at Luo Shi the moment he appeared.
Clearly, Luo Shi's plan to lure the snake out of its hole had worked.
After all, once he saw that they intended to use this incident to drive a wedge between the God of Ten Thousand Machines and Sir Awen, even the most patient person would surely be furious.
His brow relaxed, and a cold sneer appeared on his face.
At that moment.
He could safely say that he no longer harbored any doubts about Luo Shi.
"Mobilize our personnel immediately and seal off the area where he appeared. We absolutely cannot let him escape this time!"
Doctor 315 immediately issued his orders in an icy voice.
"Yes, Doctor!"
Meanwhile.
In the Main Command Room, blood dripped.
Gritting his teeth under Zuo Zuo's shocked gaze, Lynn yanked the Night Demon Blade out of his shoulder. Then he dropped heavily to one knee, clutching his bloodied shoulder and panting for breath.
"Protect the Steward!"
The surrounding Plague Doctors immediately roared, abandoned their work, and rushed to surround Lynn protectively.
Drenched in sweat from the pain, Lynn suddenly gritted his teeth, shoved everyone aside, and pointed fiercely toward the corridor beyond the doors that were