Chapter 448: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Just as his thoughts were drifting for those few seconds, the mechanical soul, brimming with endless rage, moved.

The cloud layer collapsed inward fiercely, all the blue-white lightning converging toward the center, compressing madly, condensing.

The sound of wind, the sound of thunder, and the trembling of the earth intertwined, like a beast emitting its final low growl in its throat.

In just one second, a lightning pillar thick to an exaggerated degree condensed deep within the cloud layer.

Thicker and more dazzling than the James Tong's main light spear.

It was the rage the mechanical soul had held for several whole hours, all the resentment from being gnawed by the plague for days, the most violent counterattack of the thousand-year steel soul.

Without any warning.

Terrifying heavenly thunder, crashing down!

"No!!!"

Phelps let out one final despairing shriek.

He didn't even have the strength to dodge, only able to watch with wide eyes as that azure light pillar pierced through his remnant soul.

The ultimate power of thunder tore apart the last trace of the plague mark, grinding his consciousness along with the source of the Rust Plague into the finest dust.

Not even a trace of echo was left behind.

The moment the light pillar struck the ground, the entire Iron Wasteland lit up fiercely.

The last trace of plague spores remaining deep in the earth were completely evaporated by the thunder, the damp moldy smell in the air vanished completely, replaced by the cold breath of steel and thunder.

The crisis was resolved.

But Lin En's gaze did not relax.

He could feel that the mechanical soul's emotions were off.

After days of plague erosion, plus the fierce battle just now, this originally unruly iron beast's mind was now completely chaotic.

It only knew to instinctively clear out all foreign objects, only knew that any existence intruding into its consciousness world was an enemy.

The thunder that had just calmed in the cloud layer became restless again.

This time, the lightning was aimed at two targets.

One was Dominic's consciousness body on the ground, shrouded in a shadow and still in a dazed state.

The other was Lin En's shadow in midair.

"Zila~ Boom!"

Dozens of bucket-thick lightning bolts struck down simultaneously, without holding back at all.

Lin En raised an eyebrow.

He raised his hand and waved casually, a pale purple light film unfolding out of thin air.

The lightning striking down hit the light film, like a stone thrown into a lake, only rippling a few circles before vanishing without a trace.

He looked down at the restless thunder in the cloud layer, at the slightly trembling earth beneath his feet, and a teasing arc curved at the corner of his mouth.

"Yo, I just saved you, and now you want to kill your master?"

Responding to him was even more violent lightning strikes.

The energy of the entire Mechanical Soul World was boiling, blue-white electric light running madly through the cloud layer, finally gathering into a lightning flood dragon dozens of meters long.

It roared and twisted, carrying the pressure of the entire world, pouncing fiercely toward Lin En.

This was the mechanical soul's core main body, the embodiment of its purest will.

Lin En did not dodge or evade.

He extended his right hand, fingers slightly spread, and reached directly toward the roaring, pouncing lightning flood dragon.

Purple radiance exploded in his palm, like an invisible large hand, precisely grabbing the dragon's seven inches.

"Be obedient for me!"

The moment the voice fell, the radiance of the purple shadow suddenly surged!

Like a purple sun rising at the center of the Mechanical Soul World, purple light centered on Lin En, spreading to cover the sky and earth.

Cloud layer, earth, thunder, wasteland... everything within sight was dyed a faint purple.

The violent lightning flood dragon twisted and struggled madly in his hand, thunder crackling and exploding, but it could not break free from that purple palm no matter what.

The more it struggled, the heavier the purple gloss on its body became, its roar changing from violent anger to a low growl, then from a low growl to whimpers.

【Executing Consciousness Domination, Target: James Tong Mechanical Soul】

【Domination Progress: 12%, 37%, 69%...】

The cold System Prompt sounded in Lin En's mind, the progress bar rising steadily.

The mechanical soul's resistance, before the absolute Dominion Power, appeared futile and fragile.

It could feel an irresistible will seeping into its source, like the strictest Shackle, locking away all its unruliness and violence bit by bit.

It wanted to resist, wanted to tear apart this intruder, but deep in its soul an instinctive awe arose.

That was submission to the strong, the instinct to admire strength engraved in the mechanical soul's will.

Several minutes later, the purple light suddenly converged.

All the purple light films receded like a retreating tide into Lin En's shadow, the cloud layer turning dark gray again, the earth also restoring its cold silver-gray color.

The lightning flood dragon that had just been twisting like a mad snake now lay obediently at Lin En's side.

The dragon head hung low, the lightning gentle, like a fierce beast that had been stroked into docility, even its electric arcs leaping cautiously, afraid to anger the person before it.

【Dominion Complete】

【Capture Target: James Tong Mechanical Soul】

【Affection Level: 30 (Mechanical souls only worship the strong)】

Lin En glanced at the system panel and couldn't help but snark inwardly.

So beating them up raises affection, and they're a masochist too.

He looked down at Dominic's consciousness body on the ground, still dazed, then turned to look at the docile lightning flood dragon beside him.

Finally he spoke, his voice not loud, yet carrying throughout the entire Mechanical Soul World.

"From now on, listen well to Dominic and the others, don't fly into a rage at the drop of a hat."

As his voice fell, the purple phantom began to turn transparent.

The burden of the consciousness link had reached its limit; it was time for him to withdraw.

As the phantom dissipated bit by bit, the lightning flood dragon coiled beside it raised its head, as if bidding farewell, or as if engraving the will that had crushed it.

The Iron Wasteland returned to silence, only the gentle thunder in the cloud layer, like a steady heartbeat.

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In reality, inside the Mechanical Temple.

Dominic abruptly opened his eyes.

Violent breathing made his chest heave violently, cold sweat covered his forehead, and the back of his military uniform was soaked with sweat.

He subconsciously gripped the armrest, his right fingertips feeling cold, hard metal.

No longer the illusory energy of the consciousness world, but real, the temperature of Real Space.

And the Mechanical Soul Throne beneath him was undergoing an astonishing change.

The dark green mold spots rapidly receded, the pitted rust traces smoothed bit by bit, revealing the gleaming pure steel base once more.

The originally dull and murky runes lit up with golden radiance, blue-white electric arcs leaping joyfully along the throne's surface, brighter and purer than before the war.

The floating throne rose nearly half a meter higher than before.

The surrounding energy circuits lit up with clear blue light, and all alarms ceased at the same time.

Sorin slowly withdrew her finger from pressing against Dominic's forehead, the silver-red glimmer at her fingertip slowly fading.

She retreated half a step, her eyes beneath the hood narrowing as she looked at the rejuvenated Mechanical Soul Throne, a trace of faint confusion flashing in her eyes.

She could feel that the mechanical soul's will had stabilized.

Not only stabilized, but seemed, even stronger than before, and also more... docile?

Outside the temple's heavy copper gate came the priests' shocked whispers, and Bishop Wenka's cry of disbelief.