Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Chapter 534 PLAN B

I got tricked.

Confined within a mechanical cage formed from his own flesh and blood, Lyle sighed with deep regret.

One second he was about to pop on some champagne, the next he was being looked at like trash by Dorothy. She sat on her mechanical throne, making no move whatsoever, even opening a virtual control panel and starting work. However, he and his five transformed avatars, after being struck by the Genesis Beam, were turned into real toys.

The five avatars instantly mechanized, now standing frozen like giant, terrifying figurines. As for himself, thankfully, at the last moment, his mechanized body manipulated metal to solidify into a mirror-like surface, reflecting some of the beam's energy. But he wasn't much better off; his legs and left arm were already solidified, and a program virus created by chaotic code was still wailing in his mind. Forget casting spells; even the tentacles he summoned were pixelated.

Lyle can only think about it with difficulty now.

Dorothy made some adjustments to her plans. She abandoned her own evolution, so she's currently in the transitional phase of the mosaic mode. Using her remaining computing power, she created these mechanical ominous giants and secretly accelerated the charging speed of Genesis. Just as Dorothy couldn't predict Lyle's evil god power, Lyle's pre-reading of Dorothy's plans, despite obtaining the Creator's code, was also flawed. Those mechanical ominous giants were merely bait to lure Lyle, empty shells with only superficial appearances; although Dorothy's painstakingly created mechanical ominous giants wouldn't last long against Lyle.

These mechanical omens were not meaningless or futile efforts; they were scouts, tools for Dorothy to temporarily collect data on the destructive power of the Omen Titans. After obtaining intelligence on the [God Mode] Omen Titans, Dorothy immediately adjusted the data of the Genesis Ray, turning it into a weapon against Lyle.

The original plan was that the Genesis Beam, which would take three minutes to charge, should be able to mechanize a territory including the Mechanical City, causing a certain degree of collapse in the physical laws of this planet, unleashing mechanical power, and allowing the solidified magic blocks to begin eroding the magic network nodes of this world.

Knowing the power of the evil god, Dorothy abandoned her grand plan and instead used the first ray of creation light to deal entirely with the newly formed evil god. She even specifically adjusted the creation ray, which had twisted the god's will to nothing, to target Lyle. Lyle hasn't changed his name to Dorothy II yet; he should really thank his middle school physics teacher for that.

There are also problems on our side.

Should we say that villains die from talking too much?

[God Mode] allowed Lyle to truly achieve the Trinity, and also combined the three flaws together.

Lyle's caution, Ominous's arrogance, and Nia's playfulness combined resulted in her being a step too slow, failing to corrupt Dorothy before the beam of light fell. She transformed herself into bait, successfully luring in the blind folly of the evil god.

And the most crucial point.

"Attack speed is not fast enough, it's not faster than the speed of light."

"We're mages, it's good enough if we can fight in melee and have high health."

"Nia lost... Waaah..."

It seems that even the "God Mode" is on the verge of collapse due to its disagreements with each other.

Dorothy sat on her throne, coldly gazing at the kneeling giant; in the mosaic, a delicate face was emerging.

"Genesis, Second Recharge, Begin."

Without further ado, Dorothy launched her second attack on Lyle. Lyle seemed to see the Genesis Star, suspended outside the atmosphere, charging up, and the Sword of Damocles poised to fall at any moment.

"Luckily, I have PLAN-B."

Outside the city of machines.

On a raised mound, evacuated tourists stared blankly at the beam of light that had descended from the sky.

The primordial light that descended from the sky had awed them, but the terrifying ritual they were witnessing was even more horrifying.

Those few mad skeletons were fiddling with something, while a man in metal armor knelt on the ground, wailing in despair.

The scales, glistening with black engine oil, lowered their gazing hands and turned to face their companions.

"The signal from the head of the epidemic prevention team has arrived. Are you all ready? If not, we need to hurry to the academy and ask a professor to come over. The head of the epidemic prevention team is beyond saving."

The man squatting on the ground didn't even raise his head, but gave a thumbs-up.

"All right."

"Good my ass!" SS pointed at the long, black thing on the ground and screamed in despair, "This is considered good?! The iron filings inside me are about to be shaken out!"

SS kicked the metal block he had provided the materials for, angrily rebuking the Andrei lich.

"Tell me you're the best mechanics in Andrei!"

“Spirit summoners, although I don’t think there’s much difference.”

"You said you wanted to build missiles, and I gave you the blueprints! I even asked if you wanted any assistance! You said you could do it! Is this your 'can do'?! A square coffin with tail fins!!! You spent three minutes welding several metal plates into one piece!!! Are you liches planning to invent air burial?!"

"Don't call this a missile! I won't allow you to insult a missile!!!"

Shining was stunned by SS's hysteria and exchanged a glance with Bian Tong.

"What you just gave me was a design drawing? I thought it was fuel for ignition."

"Ah, I thought it was ritual materials. I didn't expect this magical ritual called welding to be so troublesome." Shiny patted his head, putting his doubts behind him. "So, let's make an exception. The container that the boss asked for to hold the power is ready, right?"

"All right."

“Then I’ll add the ‘inner’.” Shining opened the central square hole of the missile coffin and poured in the bowl of flesh and blood.

The flexibility stopped SS from having obsessive-compulsive episodes, and now the two of them see each other as crazy.

"Don't disturb our ceremony, robot!"

"You're wasting resources by bringing along fleshy, bony people!"

"Waste?" he muttered to himself. "The power of an evil god can be wasted?"

Beneath the square box filled with flesh and blood, a spirit summoning array emitted a faint light. It was the most basic array of spirit summoning techniques, a spirit communication array.

Awakening the spirituality hidden within matter, and at this moment, awakening the evil god's power hidden within flesh and blood, which is... Lyle's incarnation.

Flesh and blood twisted into metal, and iron blocks with ugly welding scars were swallowed by tentacles and silt. Screaming, blood-red maws and distorted eyeballs grew from the blood-red flesh, and the flashing, cold gaze shifted and locked onto the group of people.

Like a half-dead Lyle, the flesh missile let out a terrifying scream.

SS took two steps back in shock, staring at Bian Tong, who was bleeding from both ears and showed no reaction.

"Okay, I admit that this monster missile is offensive, but without a launcher, it can only explode on the spot, right?"

SS watched as the voice changed, but his receiver couldn't hear anything. The terrifying scream had damaged his voice processor like a virus.

Shifty shrugged and made way. Using the space he created, SS saw the ghastly green portal surrounded by white bones that was being manipulated and adjusted.

A flash of green light, and a thick, scarlet tentacle emerged from the portal.

A colossal creature of flesh and blood burst forth from the gate of bones.

Mr. Scarlet stood on the tendrils of the Blood Nest Tree, looking down at his students.

"I like this unrestrained feeling in extracurricular activities."

Chapter 535 The Crimson Feast

"The cool breeze, gently warmed by the sunlight, soothes my skin and the throbbing in my heart. My body stretches out in the light, radiating a vitality unlike the desolation of Andrei's eternal night. This feeling, perhaps, is freedom..." Mr. Scarlet descends from his Blood Nest tree, reciting impromptu poetry. The hem of his blood-stained robe climbs up the protruding rock at the very tip of the hill, his outstretched arms seeming to savor flight in the wind. "Now I am free, joyful, pure and flawless..."

clang!

The shockwave from the Genesis Beam bombardment kicked up dust, and a thin metal sheet from who-knows-where slapped the self-absorbed professor in the face.

Shiny retracted his right leg, which was halfway out of the kick, and coughed a few times while standing behind Mr. Scarlet. "It's rare to see you in such a refined mood, sir, but..."

"But what you just breathed was welding fumes soaked in machine oil, and what stretched out in the sunlight was the Blood Nest Tree. Have you forgotten, Crimson Teacher? Your true form is still sleeping naked in the Blood Pool of the Bone Forest..." The operator mercilessly exposed Crimson's true colors, causing the previously bewildered SS to take a few steps back.

“Superficial apprentices, so you have some talent, but that’s all you have.” The crimson figure slowly tightened his arms, his blood-soaked body forming an inverted triangle from shoulder to toe. Blood pulled his body along the ground, his pale hands colliding with the tentacles of the Blood Nest tree.

“By studying the flesh and blood that the Plague Doctor gave me, I have perfected the connection between spirit and flesh. This emotional link buried beneath flesh and blood has long been copied to the Blood Nest. The Blood Nest has transmitted its perception to me, and now, I am the Blood Nest.”

"By using the physique of the Blood Nest Tree, you increase the contact area between flesh and air to generate more naked sensory feedback. You truly live up to your reputation as a member of the Primitive Cult."

“Take this as a compliment,” Scarlet smiled and waved her hand, her eyes sweeping over the panicked tourists. “Where is the plague doctor? He told me I needed some assistance, so I came.”

He shifted his position, allowing Scarlet to notice the black and red screaming flesh missile. "How did the Plague Doctor contact you? We successfully connected to the Bone Gate on our second attempt, and even received your feedback and assistance from the other side."

“Through the heartbeat.” After a simple answer, the crimson blood came into contact with the writhing tentacles on the missile’s surface. The tiny tentacles, as thick as a little finger, revealed sharp teeth. One of the tentacles split in two, becoming a maw full of teeth, which then viciously tore at the hem of the crimson blood-soaked garment. The swallowed blood was spat out the next second, but it had already twisted into black sludge, running upwards along the crimson robe.

"Oh, naughty little fellow." Half of the scarlet outer layer had already been corroded, as if mouths were burrowing into its interior from its back. The advanced flesh professor remained unperturbed; he even reached out and touched the missile directly, only to be slowly devoured.

“Hungry little fellow,” another unharmed crimson figure emerged from the chamber of the Blood Nest Tree. These blood-condensed entities were merely his avatars. “No wonder Lyle’s plea for help was for ‘nourishment’.”

"I need to feed this little guy."

“Excuse me, sir.” SS raised his arm and gestured to the shape of the missile, carefully explaining its function to the strange-looking professor of mysticism.

“This is a missile powered by the power of an evil god. I don’t think you should treat it like a pet. Lyle is not far away, see him? In that beautiful metal forest, he’s waiting for our help. I think what we need more is a launcher, a launcher that will make this missile useful. Can you provide one?”

Upon realizing the existence of the mechanical SS, Mr. Crimson was initially surprised, then looked him up and down. After listening to SS's explanation, he stroked his chin thoughtfully and nodded, "I see, so this is the function of the genetic information in that flesh and blood. Okay, sir in armor, I understand."

"Whether it's a transmitter or flesh and blood nourishment, my creations can satisfy both."

The Blood Nest Tree took off with its lumpy secondary legs, and the sight of the giant monster moving caused a few screams, but they couldn't drown out the screams of the flesh missiles until two vines entangled the missiles, and the black corruption began to erode the Blood Nest Tree.

"Dinner is served, son of Lyle."

Ayyyyyyyyyy！！！！！！

The crimson blood hive was stained black. After the last trace of red was consumed, the blood hive tree let out a terrifying roar. Its vine-like tendrils retreated into the hive chambers, the acidic layer on the surface thinned rapidly, and the hexagonal chambers finally collapsed, twisting and shrinking like a muscle spasm, leaving no gaps. The entire blood hive tree resembled a rapidly rotting, shriveled fig, but the roar gradually grew stronger.

AAAAAAAyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! ! ! !

The once robust legs that supported the Blood Nest Tree had withered into dry twigs, their internal nutrients exhausted, no longer able to support its swollen body. The fruit fell to the ground, its rotten interior exploding upon impact, the needle-like seeds, covered in eyeballs and sharp teeth, emitting a pitiful scream as they pointed towards the sky.

Dozens of flesh-and-blood missiles have been completed.

The controller first observed Mr. Scarlet's expression; his face was solemn as he stared intently at the twisted monsters created from the creatures that had devoured him.

"Crimson Mentor, your forbidden creation... you used it as food for the Plague Doctor's creation." Forbidden creations are the hallmark of every high-ranking necromancy professor; they are precious, forbidden creatures imbued with the professor's life's work. Losing the Blood Nest Tree might cost Mr. Crimson his position as the Chief Professor of Flesh and Blood Necromancy, Andrei. Is this truly acceptable to lich mentors?

"Although I enjoy being myself, I am a professor, my apprentice. To become your food is our greatest happiness." Realizing that she might have taken the topic too seriously, and considering that the flesh disguise had increased the lich's sensuality, Crimson didn't like that feeling.

"It's not as serious as you think. The Blood Nest Tree exists for the storage and transmission of knowledge. It is the tree of inheritance for the Andrei Spirit Spelling lineage. As long as we professors or you apprentices are here, the seed of Spirit Spelling will never be extinguished."

“Okay, what I mean is, I actually have multiple forbidden creations, and they’re growing very fast.”

Mr. Scarlet took out a round, fleshy ball from his pocket, shaped like a pomegranate. He opened the lid, revealing it filled with tiny red beads the size of corn kernels. He took out two or three and dropped them on the ground.

Those blood droplets, barely larger than grains of sand, grew upon landing and transformed into towering trees within twenty seconds.

Three brand-new Bloodhound Trees moved their secondary legs to the edge of the eroded and decaying flesh missile launcher. They tilted their heads, casting the screaming flesh missiles into their shadows.

"Are you still hungry, little one?"

AAAAyyyyyyyyy！！！