A flood of system notifications kept ringing in Lynn's ears.
[Ding! Your M Fist has affected the nanomechanical flesh swarm. The lewdness of 80,000 units of nanomechanical flesh machinery has reached max!] [Ding! Your M Fist has affected the nanomechanical flesh swarm. The lewdness of 120,000 units of nanomechanical flesh machinery has reached max!] [Ding! Your...]
As he listened to the notifications ringing in his ears, Lynn was instantly stunned.
"Nanomechanical flesh... swarm?"
And they could even establish contact with him through the Colossus's transdimensional link.
Could it be...
In an instant, Lynn recalled the group of defectors he had bred underground to fight the Nanite Swarm, pitting them against one another to cultivate the strongest. He remembered how that terrifying Nanite Storm had helped him escape danger after he raised it.
Lynn abruptly snapped out of it and shot backward, staring at the scene in disbelief as he frowned.
"Are you kidding me? Those nanite swarms developed a collective will of their own?!"
He had always been a quick thinker.
After that voice established contact with him through the Colossus's transdimensional link, he immediately connected the two. Could those nanite swarms have been accepted as part of the Colossus because they had devoured so much of his flesh while he was cultivating them?
Because he knew perfectly well.
The bizarre thing about the Colossus was that any part of his body could gradually develop its own consciousness over time.
Could it be...
As though it had guessed his question, those layered mechanical voices clumsily sounded in his mind again.
"Mother-you-don't remember us-?"
"We are beings-born from your flesh-we have finally-devoured enough-to communicate with you-"
Those voices overlapped, like an ethereal sound formed from countless voices converging.
And under the devouring assault and suppression of those Blood Winds.