The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, unprecedented silence.
Even the fleets of warships and armored units concentrating their fire on Lynn and his companions stiffly ceased firing.
A bead of cold sweat.
It fell from Lynn's chin and hit the ground with a plop.
And in the very next instant, from the world where the Titan was frantically tearing apart and slaughtering the Flesh Dominator, came the Flesh Dominator's indescribably excited roar.
"A friend in need is a friend indeed! God of Ten Thousand Machines, I never, ever imagined that the one who would finally get me out of this mess would be you, my longtime enemy! Thank you! Thank you so much!! I'll never forget this tremendous kindness you've shown me today!! You truly... truly... you truly have the heart of a saint!"
He was tearing up!
He really was tearing up!
At this moment, even a chaotic Origin like the Flesh Dominator could not help being moved!
Because he could never have imagined, not even in death, that at this moment of dire peril, the one willing to risk his life to help him would be the enemy he had fought for thousands of years. Such utter selflessness, risking his own life to draw this madman's hatred away, truly made him want to cry!
A saint!
An absolute saint!
"Then I'll be off!! If you survive, I'll burn incense for you every day! See you around!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the Flesh Dominator roared orders to all the followers and servants in his domain, then turned tail and fled without a second thought.
He was already going at top speed!
Meanwhile, within that illusory space of chaos and nothingness, the God of Ten Thousand Machines' consciousness remained frozen.
The breeze whistled past.
The Flesh Dominator's immensely grateful