The instant they saw Lynn's face, the Mechanical Bodies, which had been acting like machines, erupted in an uproar. The screens on their faces immediately displayed waves of furious, flustered consciousness fluctuations.
Even the profanity from before their consciousness upload, which they had already forgotten that morning, came pouring out. That alone showed just how notorious Lynn was among them.
Whoosh-
Propelled by the immense launch force, Lynn landed in an instant.
He raised his head, smiled faintly, adjusted his Monocle, and said:
"Too late, everyone!"
In an instant, all the flesh in Lynn's body began to boil. Almost at the very moment they furiously moved to aim their generators at him, a dense mass of tentacles erupted from his body, stabbing indiscriminately in every direction.
Shlk-
Shlk-
Shlk-
Having been enhanced once, Flesh Cataclysm unleashed explosive power far beyond what it had possessed before. Amid showers of sparks, one Mechanical Body after another was sent flying backward by the tentacles.
That powerful eruption also immediately interrupted their suppression of Little Darling.
But clearly-
Those machine consciousnesses had come well prepared. As the tentacles stabbed into them, hexagonal, honeycomb-like shields immediately appeared across their bodies, neutralizing most of the damage.
"Attack!"
A cold voice rang out.
The machine consciousnesses quickly steadied themselves and fired blood-red rays from the cannons in their hands, aiming straight for Lynn's face.
Lynn leaped into the air, abruptly spread his fingers, and aimed at the ground beneath him.
Mimicry, activate!
Humm-
In an instant.
Accompanied by a dazzling curtain of silver light.
With him at the center, the surrounding ash and sand rapidly gathered, transforming into metal walls shaped uncannily like middle fingers. They blocked the Mechanical Bodies' sight and attacks, marking his first use of Mimicry in actual combat.
The speed at which he