In an instant, a terrifying corrosive force spread from the God of Ten Thousand Machines, who was pinned to the ground and being pummeled. Unlike the earlier torrent of data, these fluctuations seethed with the intense malice of a curse.
The Colossus Brain abruptly frowned and shot backward, putting distance between herself and the God of Ten Thousand Machines almost the instant the black fumes surged up.
She, too, had sensed that something was wrong.
The next moment, the God of Ten Thousand Machines' dragon eyes emerged from the churning black mist, gradually turning blood-red. As Lynn watched, cracks split across his head with a series of sharp snaps. A metal fragment peeled off his skull and fell heavily to the ground.
It exposed an abyssal darkness within.
Lynn's pupils instantly contracted. He lunged forward, narrowed his eyes, and said:
"A curse?!"
At the sight, he finally understood where that sense of unease had come from.
This was Hell, after all! Curses were both their shackles and their power, yet so far, he had never seen the God of Ten Thousand Machines wield any power granted by his curse. From beginning to end, he had fought using his own strength alone.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines' enormous blood-red eyes shifted amid the black fumes.
A warped aura kept emanating from him. At the same time, the countless chains covering him tightened around his body with a clatter, seemingly welding themselves to his mechanical form.
"I have been using divinity to suppress my curse-but do not think this is all I have-I simply did not want to lose myself-"
"But since you insist on pressing me-"
"Then let us pit our strength against each other with the power of Hell-"
Countless fragments fell from his body, exposing the twisted black