Sir Awen quickly shook his head, gritting his teeth in exasperation as he tried to forget the whole series of fucked-up things that had just happened.
The process might have veered off in a strange direction.
But regardless.
Lynn had indeed used his own vile methods to provoke violent fluctuations in the Matriarch's consciousness.
It was a real pain in the ass.
And the kind where he had absolutely no idea how to deal with the aftermath.
But for now, they could only take things one step at a time!
If the Matriarch really remembered this once they got back, sacrificing Lynn and leaving him to bear her wrath alone was also an option.
At that thought.
Sir Awen quickly regained his composure, whipped his head around toward the God of Ten Thousand Machines beside him, and said gravely:
"Quick! We go all out! End this fight as soon as possible, before anything else goes wrong!"
Without the slightest hesitation.
The two Origins, who had remained on the defensive, instantly struck. Their shared roots in the Technological Civilization gave them the unspoken coordination to launch a ferocious, all-out assault on the Mother Tree of Desire.
The situation just now had already made one thing clear.
Even with the Fallen Angel's help, their enemies could, at best, suppress the two of them overall. Winning in a short time was certainly not something they could accomplish easily.
It could be said.
After Leviathan fell and the Fallen Angel was forced back, their enemies had virtually lost any chance of turning things around.
Boom-
Terrifying psionics directly interfered with reality, splitting the battlefield in an extraordinarily brief instant and shoving the domain occupied by the Flesh Dominator into the gap between reality and illusion.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines instantly seized the