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Chapter 499: Lin En’s Summoning Spell Deployed for the First Time

Under the surging black fog, high in the sky above the Cursed City.

Two enormous phantoms, towering into the clouds, stood facing each other across the void. All mechanical swarms within the entire city raised their heads, gazing upon this oppressive and terrifying sight.

And those flesh-and-blood beings who had barely struggled awake from the mental suppression were equally shaken and trembling at this spectacle.

Though they were phantoms.

The overwhelming aura emanating from them made every living creature feel waves of shivering dread.

And it wasn't just within the city.

Even far beyond the Cursed City, the confrontation between those two cloud-piercing giants could be clearly seen.

"Intelligence Machine and... the Colossus?"

Outside the Cursed City, at a newly established outpost, Sir Aiwen lifted his head, gazing solemnly at those two massive phantoms.

His body hovered, enveloped in a faint green halo, dressed in attire reminiscent of a young medieval noble, leaning on an equally ethereal cane.By his side followed dozens of fully armed Anti-Mechanism Night Doctors.

And not just them.

Within the outpost.

Hundreds of Night Doctors also stared in awe at the two giants, feeling wave after wave of trepidation.

After being scattered by the Plague Doctors, they had dispersed to various locations. They had only recently been regrouped by this Nine-Cross Veteran, Sir Aiwen, but before the outpost was even fully established, such a terrifying scene had unfolded within the Cursed City.

White Night, clutching his grievously wounded injury, walked panting to Sir Aiwen's side, looking at the two enormous phantoms and trembling as he said:

"Sir, what exactly are..."

One of them he knew.

It should be that Sovereign of the Mechanical Cult.

But the other one?

Is it the Colossus?

But didn't the Colossus fragment into countless pieces of flesh and blood after it fell?!

He didn't know, but he understood that during the time they were scattered by the Plague Doctors, unimaginably drastic changes must have occurred inside the Cursed City.

"Sir?"

White Night turned his head, instinctively looking at the hovering Nine-Cross Veteran beside him.

But what he saw was Sir Aiwen, suspended there, staring transfixed at the scene, the information stream flowing within his illusory body showing faint signs of disturbance and chaos.

As if this sight before him had triggered some recollection within his constantly fading stream of memories.

As if many, many years before falling into this Dark World.

There had also been such a confrontation.

In the vast void, above the brilliant stars, the three most powerful technological civilizations in history waged a war that shattered the boundless cosmos.

Mechanical Ascension, Flesh Ascension, Psychic Ascension.

Fighting for the ultimate unification.

Killing each other.

And it seemed that from then on, one was suppressed by the fall, one never recovered, one nearly collapsed...

This also caused the technological civilizations to forever lose their chance to resist in the Great Cataclysm three thousand years ago.

Slowly.

The information streams and data in his pupils gradually retracted, his eyes slowly regaining clarity from their trance.

"Sir? What's wrong?"

Hearing White Night's astonished voice beside him, Sir Aiwen shook his head, lightly tapping his cane against his temple and saying:

"Just suddenly remembered some past events, no need to worry."

White Night's eyes held confusion.

As the most mysterious Nine-Cross Veteran of their City of Night, they didn't know much about this Sir who always stayed in the deepest parts of Nightfall City.

They only knew he was one of the first supreme beings gathered by the Matriarch, but due to frequent memory gaps and data loss, he rarely went out or appeared.

But breaking all precedent.

In this expedition to the Cursed City, this Sir Aiwen had personally come.

"Aren't you all still looking for that child? Now I roughly know where he is."

Sir Aiwen slowly descended to the ground, gently pulling a scroll from his chest, then slowly removing his glove, revealing that slender hand.

White Night jolted immediately, urgently saying, "Lynn?! You know where he is?!"

An elegant smile appeared on Sir Aiwen's face as he said:

"When I came, the Matriarch specifically asked me to take care of him. It's just that child is really quite troublesome."

He tossed the scroll in his hand to White Night.

White Night was taken aback, catching the scroll.

Slowly unrolling it, he immediately saw the complex and magnificent patterns engraved on the scroll. It seemed to be a magic circle, but no matter how he looked, it didn't resemble the style of the Dark World. And compared to other magic circles he had seen, the patterns were truly excessively intricate.

At the center of the circle was engraved a Pupil-less Eye, with surrounding patterns resembling a blooming violet.

This is... a summoning circle?!

Sir Aiwen said softly, "I'll have to trouble you next. Prepare the materials needed for the summoning ritual. Not too many are required. The back of the scroll has the targeted incantation needed for the summoning. After completing the ritual, he should return."

Hearing this, White Night was greatly shaken, saying, "Could this be..."

Sir Aiwen leaped up, hovering in mid-air, pressing down his hat and whispering:

"Yes, this is that fellow Lynn's summoning circle. But to prevent accidents, I need to go to the Cursed City first. Even if the Colossus's Brain has been awakened, dealing with the God of All Machines at this moment is truly rather unwise."

As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by a surge of psychic energy, his body vanished from the spot in a kaleidoscopic twist.

White Night's face was full of shock, looking at the direction where Sir Aiwen disappeared, then at the complex circle patterns in his hand, feeling waves of confusion.

Because he clearly knew that fellow Lynn's rank.

For a being of that rank, isn't such a complex ritual circle truly a bit excessive?!

He vaguely sensed there might be some hidden secrets he didn't know about. His expression turned serious, and he instinctively flipped the scroll to the other side, his doubtful gaze falling on the targeted incantation written there.

He began to read it.

[Executor of Justice.]

[Breaker of Curses.]

[Kind Night Doctor who brings healing and redemption.]

[Perverted and twisted lolicon.]

White Night: "???"

Wait.

Did some strange things get mixed into this incantation?

...

Meanwhile, at the center of the Cursed City.

The two enormous cloud-piercing phantoms faced each other across the void. Lynn's shattered body stood there with difficulty, gritting his teeth, clutching his continuously bleeding chest.

And at this moment, his consciousness was still within the hyper-dimensional linked Colossus Network, as if he had become part of a certain collective, a component of that grand will.

That humanoid silhouette slowly stood up, its shattered arm swiftly regenerating under the spread of information streams.

Looking at the massive phantom forming above Lynn, it said calmly:

"Just as I thought. Even after falling into the Dark World, you still preserved the vast majority of the Colossus Civilization's accumulated knowledge. Though without the Colossus's Brain as the key, trying to parse your core technology from your corpses would indeed have been impossible."

"But I've also been waiting for this moment, waiting for your fall. This is undeniably ironic."

"If seven thousand years ago you had been willing to unite with me as a trinity, perhaps we would still be standing in the Upper World, becoming the mainstay against that cataclysm. But your perspective and decisions made you miss that opportunity, forcing me to plan carefully."

He had been waiting for this chance.

Because he understood very well that none of their three civilizations could have stood firm in the cataclysm three thousand years ago.

It was a struggle destined for failure.

And precisely because he foresaw this early on.

Seven thousand years ago, he proposed the grand unification theory for the three great civilizations' ascendants, suggesting the three civilizations merge into one, achieve the ultimate ascension, and step into that supreme realm even the Titan God Clan would need to look up to.

If that had truly been achieved, then in the coming cataclysm, there might have been a slim chance of turning the tide.

But the result is obvious.

The selfish nature of civilizations had already determined this couldn't be resolved peacefully.