Time flew by.
The attacks landing on the Titan were like mere scratches, and he could see no sign whatsoever that the Titan would switch targets.
Gradually.
For the first time, he felt a trace of despair.
He might not die, but he would certainly be left unable to recover for a very long time, causing his dominant position to crumble. That was absolutely unacceptable to him.
A trace of madness slowly surfaced in his eyes.
But he knew.
There was still one other way: let the curse within him spiral completely out of control, let it take over his consciousness, and turn himself into a true monster of absolute chaos!
In that state, he could split himself without restraint, at full power, no longer worrying that the curse might strip away his sense of self.
But did he really have to do that?!
Trade his sense of self for the power of Hell!
Crack-
A tremendous crash rang out.
Under the Titan's roaring assault, a deep fissure suddenly split open inside the illusory space before him.
The savage look in his eyes grew more intense.
Crack-
Crack-
More and more cracks began to appear.
Just as the first crack in a ship meant it was already on its last legs, ready to shatter at a touch.
"Quick! Big Brother Awen, Brain, push a little harder!"
Holding the Heavy Sniper Rifle, Lynn calmly transmitted his voice to his teammates in the other areas, saying gravely:
"Titan Big Brother is about to break through his defenses. Suppress these warships' concentrated fire with everything you've got. The God of Ten Thousand Machines' defeat is only a matter of time!"
There was no hesitation.
In this final stage, the Colossus Brain, Sir Awen, and the others looked up, immediately abandoning their attempts to