And in that very instant.
Amid those chaotic, frenzied gazes, the girl with hair like willow leaves charged straight at the God of Ten Thousand Machines' enormous head, straight at the massive wound in his neck. Scarlet light filled the sky in her wake as she unleashed a punch embodying desire.
Boom-
In an instant, blood-red light and black mist swept across the sky.
Amid a dragon's roar that shook the heavens, the bloody light of desire thundered unstoppably through the wound in his neck, pouring into his body and his consciousness.
That was almost his only weakness, the breach in his enormous mechanical body.
At that moment.
All the heavens trembled.
Lynn raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the scene within the rift.
He knew that desire could serve as an extreme weapon, inflicting devastating effects on one's consciousness. Even a mechanical god would be vulnerable to desire as long as he still possessed a sense of self. Desire Strike was an utterly terrifying ability for controlling and weakening an opponent!
One strike, and she withdrew.
The willow-like girl gritted her teeth, turmoil surging in her eyes. She shot Lynn a fierce glare, then sprang back as lightly as a sprite.
He had said it himself.
This was a transaction.
And she no longer had any reason to stay here. If he expected her to submit to this despicable fellow right now, that was absolutely impossible.
She landed abruptly.
The girl stared coldly at Lynn from a distance, then turned away and said:
"We will never meet again!"
Watching her turn and leave, Lynn adjusted his Monocle. He glanced sideways at her retreating figure with a faint smile, the corner of his mouth lifting.
"Are you sure?"
The girl's retreating figure visibly trembled.
Embarrassment flared into anger