Chapter 446

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Dominic wanted to resist, wanted to raise his hand, wanted to summon thunder.

But his consciousness body was as small as a speck of dust in this vast world, unable to mobilize even a fraction of the mechanical soul's power.

The moth swarm arrived in an instant.

The first moth landed on his arm, and his consciousness body immediately felt a heart-piercing itch, followed by a soul-deep corrosion.

More moths surged in like a flood, completely submerging him.

Darkness, stench, a numb rotting sensation—his consciousness was as if soaked in formalin, swelling bit by bit, blurring bit by bit.

He struggled with all his might, but could not stir a single ripple.

Indeed... still not enough?

The edge of his consciousness began to black out, and Phelps's mockery grew ever more distant.

Dominic seemed to see his clan's coat of arms, see the James Tong rotting and disintegrating in space, see countless soldiers reduced to the miserable state of plague zombies.

Unwillingness burned like fire, but he could do nothing.

Just as his consciousness was about to dissipate completely, in the outer Temple of Mechanical Souls, a silver-haired figure walked through the sky full of electric arcs and slowly arrived before the throne.

Sorin's black robe flapped in the electric arcs, her silver-gray hair dancing wildly in the lightning.

A spiritual force field opened a small patch of pure land around her, but the violent mechanical soul currents still constantly struck her defenses, bringing waves of stinging pain.

She did not pause.

Walking before Dominic, she raised her right hand.

Her fingertip carried a faint pink spiritual glow, and from a hand's breadth away, she lightly touched Dominic's forehead.

At the same moment, on the battlefield above the third underground floor of Saint Galus Castle, amidst cannon fire, a line of pale pink system prompts popped up before Lin En's eyes.

【Medium soul anchor detected; target mechanical soul consciousness can be accessed】

【Take over control of the target consciousness body through the target of attack Sorin?】

【Warning: consciousness takeover carries unknown risks; host will must intervene synchronously】

Lin En stood at the highest point of the firepower position, his gaze sweeping over the Chaos Army constantly charging below, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

Risk?

Since the day he took over Brevis, when had he not walked a tightrope on a ten-thousand-zhang cliff?

"Take over."

He spat out two words faintly in his consciousness.

The moment the words fell, Dominic, far away on the Orbital Warship Mechanical Soul Throne, suddenly had a purple light explode in the depths of his consciousness!

The consciousness body, originally as faint as a firefly, erupted at this moment into a towering purple flame!

Like a blazing purple sun rising above the Iron Wasteland.

The moth swarm pouncing on Dominic couldn't even last half a second, instantly swept away by the purple light. Devoured, melted, not a speck of dust left behind.

The violent purple pillar of light shot straight into the clouds, forcibly tearing a huge gap in the rot-green storm clouds.

Within the pillar of light, a slender humanoid phantom slowly rose, long hair flying wildly in the spiritual wind, delicate features, yet with a controlling power that overlooked all things between his brows and eyes.

The phantom lowered his head, "looked" at the astonished moths filling the sky, then glanced at the frozen ghost face in the distance, a slightly teasing smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

The next second, he raised his right hand, and a bone-white giant sword over four meters long slowly condensed in the void.

The sword spine was made of layered spine bone joints, the sword blade glowed with a faint purple spiritual halo—it was the projection imitating Lena's Spine Sword.

"Oh, aren't these the lackeys under the Great Moth?"

Lin En's voice carried a smile, but his sharp words stung Phelps's consciousness.

"Don't rush off; let me introduce myself."

He flipped his wrist, the Spine Sword pointing diagonally at the sky, purple spiritual energy climbing wildly along the blade, fine wrinkles rippling through the surrounding space.

That power contained both the shadowy texture of the Insect Swarm Will devouring all things, and an absolute sense of domination that could not be resisted or defied.

"I am,"

He held the sword with both hands, raising it high.

"Lin En Ke'er Wa Na."

The moment his words fell, he swung his sword!

No fancy moves, just the simplest, most direct vertical slash.

But as this sword fell, the entire Mechanical Soul World seemed to tremble.

The purple sword mark was like a rift spanning heaven and earth; wherever it passed, the rot-green poison rain instantly evaporated, and the rusted earth revealed its metallic base color once more.

The sky full of dense plague moths couldn't even shriek before being wiped out in batches by the devouring power on the blade.

The plague moth swarm Phelps had mustered all his strength to condense, used to suppress the mechanical soul, was slaughtered by a third in a single stroke!

"No~~~!!!"

The ghost face let out a shrill lament to the extreme, the moths composing its face wildly collapsing, then barely gathering again.

The originally arrogant tone vanished completely, leaving only disbelief and terror.

This is impossible!

A mere mortal, how could he possess consciousness power of this level?!

What exactly is that purple flame? It can directly devour even the Merciful Father's Plague Power and dominate it!

But Lin En didn't give him time to think.

One slash finished, the phantom stood sword in hand, looking down at Phelps, still shaken below, his smile carrying a touch of cat-and-mouse playfulness.

"Shouting so loud the moment we meet."

"Don't rush, there's more for you to shout about later."

Though he said that, Lin En's brow wrinkled slightly.

He actually couldn't quite hold back his strength.

Just as this consciousness projection entered the Mechanical Soul World, he hadn't yet grasped this world's limit, and almost by instinct twisted the Bug Swarm Shadow and System Domination Power together and slashed them out.

The Sword Light did tear apart the Plague, but the excess power, like an uncontrolled flood, slammed hard onto the Machine Soul's Source Land.

The Metal Ground beneath his feet trembled.

Dense cracks spread outward along the sword mark, like a steel plate struck by a war hammer, and in the deep trenches seeped silver-grey energy radiance.

That was a sign of damage to the Machine Soul Source.

The thunder deep in the Cloud Layer was completely thrown into chaos; the blue-white lightning that had been entangling with the moths darted wildly everywhere.

Some collided and burst into fireworks across the sky, while others struck directly at the intact Earth, blasting out one scorched pit after another.

The entire Mechanical Soul World was shaking, like a ship out of control in a Warp Storm.

Lin En's phantom hovered in midair, the purple light at the sword tip slowly converging.

The price of damaging the Machine Soul was by no means small.

In the Human Empire's Navy system, warships were never just cold piles of steel.

Every main ship that had served over a thousand years had nurtured its own Machine Soul through long voyages and warfire.

It was the standard for weapon calibration, the dispatcher of energy circuits, the first barrier resisting Chaos Whispers during Warp Travel, and more, the anchor point for the morale and faith of every crew member aboard the whole ship.

If he defeated Phelps but crippled the James Tong's Machine Soul, the consequence would be only slightly better than Plague corruption.

Lightly, the fire control system would lose accuracy, power output would be unstable, and the whole ship's combat strength would drop by thirty percent.

Heavily, the core circuits would be paralyzed over a large area, the warship would be lightly paralyzed, and even regular travel would be halting.

More lethal still, a weak Machine Soul had almost no Subspace Resistance.

Not to mention crossing Subspace Routes, even just approaching the Chaos Fleet would allow Warp Energy to easily penetrate it; by then, without the enemy lifting a finger, the whole ship would slowly corrode on its own.

A trade of killing a thousand while losing eight hundred—Lin En never did such business.

"Looks like I still need to save some strength."