At that moment, with Lin En having banished the newly descended Lord of Crimson back into the depths of the Spirit Realm, the Weird that had descended almost immediately found themselves caught between advancing and retreating.
The door leading into the core area was exceptionally sturdy.
After all, that room had been built to house the Mothers, and its defenses had been a top priority from the very beginning of the Factory's design.
On top of that, they now faced the threat of Mogans and Nero, the two elite Ability Users outside. They had no choice but to divide their forces to defend against them, further weakening their assault on the core area.
"Almost there!"
Tyrael worked ceaselessly at the console, his face tense with urgency as he precisely controlled the nutrients flowing into the embryo.
"Master! Can you hear me?! The embryo has entered the accelerated growth stage. In half an hour at most, our Vessel will be complete!"
But just then...
The pounding outside suddenly stopped.
On the external surveillance feed, Tyrael immediately saw the descended Weird change course. They cleared a large open space outside as quickly as they could, then slit their arms without the slightest hesitation and used the blood flowing from their bodies to swiftly begin inscribing some kind of Magic Formation across the clearing.
In an instant...
Tyrael's pupils constricted.
He had been a core member of the Crimson Secret Cult. Almost the instant they sketched the outline of that Magic Formation, he understood what they intended to do.
"They... they're trying to summon the Lord of Crimson directly?!"
At that moment...
His hair stood on end.
There was no doubt that his master's act of banishing the Lord of Crimson's Vessel back into the Spirit Realm had utterly enraged her. This time,