Every drop of the flesh plague that landed on those warships was like a seed touching soil, taking root and sprouting at an unimaginable speed before spreading wildly across the entire hull.
The flesh plague was a specialized remedy the Plague Doctor had developed to deal with the Mechanical Church.
It destroyed systems and severed all contact with the outside world.
Without a doubt, using it to seize warships yielded twice the results for half the effort.
And so.
A terrifying scene unfolded.
Lynn stood there, utterly unshaken, continuously aiming and firing. Every bullet struck one of the newly materialized warships with pinpoint accuracy, while system notifications kept ringing in his ears.
[Ding! Your marksmanship +1] [Ding! Your marksmanship +1] [Ding! Your firing speed +1]
Every precise hit earned him another point toward improving his shooting skills.
And once this skill improved, whether he was shooting with his gun or shooting with his "gun," he would receive its bonuses, ensuring his future stamina and rapid, accurate firing speed, so every bullet could reach its intended destination and do its job.
With the Witch God Head assisting him, practically none of the warships' attacks could harm Lynn.
It was fair to say.
Unless the God of Ten Thousand Machines personally joined the fight, trying to breach an Origin's defenses with this army group's warships was nothing short of a pipe dream.
For a time, countless warships wrapped in flesh rumbled past Lynn and slid behind him, creating a truly spectacular sight.
[Intra-planetary Warship +1] [Intra-planetary Warship +1]
Watching the entire fleet's warships being stolen for free by that human through such a despicable method, the God of Ten Thousand Machines trembled with fury, yet there was absolutely nothing he could do.
"No! I can't keep wasting time