Rumble-
Lightning tore across the sky shrouded in pitch-black mist.
The enormous Leviathan slowly stopped falling and hung suspended in midair, like a whale that had already died.
With Leviathan out of the battle, the God of Ten Thousand Machines and Sir Awen gradually gained the upper hand in their assault on the two Flesh Origins, rapidly pushing toward an overwhelming advantage.
The Flesh Dominator and the Mother Tree of Desire were finding it increasingly difficult to hold them off.
Leviathan's malfunction also proved to them that Lynn and Silver Fantasy had successfully completed their infiltration and decapitation mission.
"Quick! Cyber! Pick up the pace! Don't give them a chance to breathe! Let's suppress them in one fell swoop!"
The God of Ten Thousand Machines' savage voice echoed across the entire battlefield.
The scales of war had tipped.
Whether or not the two inside Leviathan could escape, as long as Leviathan remained in its current state, their victory was inevitable.
"All right!"
Sir Awen spaced out for a moment, then immediately recovered and coldly unleashed his psionic restraints on the Dominator.
But the God of Ten Thousand Machines frowned. As he controlled countless digitized technological constructs to contain the Mother Tree of Desire's Tree Realm, he distinctly noticed Sir Awen beside him making repeated mistakes and hesitating where he should not have.
Yet Awen seemed entirely unaware of it.
He only hoped it was not what he thought it was.
"What is your name now?"
"Awen. Why?"
"Nothing," the God of Ten Thousand Machines said gravely.
But at that reminder, Sir Awen's expression abruptly grew solemn. He immediately realized something.
"I've forgotten some of my combat experience and techniques, haven't I?"
"You know your own condition," the God of Ten Thousand Machines said gravely. "If you drop a rank at