The Beautiful Teeth Cracked

Hesitation clouded that consciousness. In an instant, he had taken over most of the flesh mechanisms and mechanical devices within the Hanged Tower.

Mech-Demon was his most trusted subordinate. This was why he had granted him the highest authority within the association, allowing him to handle all matters, big or small.

However, this didn't mean everything could be carried out without his authorization. After all, such a massive personnel movement was no trivial matter. Almost immediately, he remotely accessed Mech-Demon's communicator.

"Mech-Demon, what on earth is going on?! How could you allow such a massive mobilization of the bio-troops?! I demand a reasonable explanation!"

That somber voice rumbled through Lynne's communicator.

Lynne paused briefly, then quickly realized: the only one who'd dare speak to Mech-Demon in this manner must be the true boss of the Demonfolk Association.

Without any hesitation, Lynne smiled faintly, once again altering his vocal cords to mimic Mech-Demon's tone and intonation, replying: "Mr. Chairman, I've encountered some major issues here. Once I've dealt with them, I'll report to you immediately."

A brief silence ensued. No response came from the other end of the communicator.

Yet, in merely a few seconds, that voice sounded again, now infinitely colder than before.

"You are not Mech-Demon; you've taken his communicator."

Just as Lynne was about to respond, the signal abruptly cut off. And almost simultaneously, the relentless stream of arriving machines and flesh army also halted.

Lynne instantly understood. It must've been that boss who took over the authority of the Demonfolk Association.

Lynne smiled faintly. After all, he had never truly believed he could deceive that boss with his own voice. For those who genuinely controlled an organization from the top, they were not so easily fooled.

…

Meanwhile, inside the Hanged Tower of the Demonfolk Association.

That consciousness spoke icily, "It seems Mech-Demon has met an unfortunate end. You useless creatures wasted so many of my troops, and yet let someone play you for fools! You've thoroughly disgraced the name of the Demonfolk Association!"

The deep voice echoed throughout the Hanged Tower. The liaison officers of the communications structures trembled, their faces pale, as they immediately knelt.

In an instant, he remotely took control of all the armies outside Wandering Soul Lane. This included the Hunters, the Mechanical Swarms, and the Raiders.

His will descended instantly. Through their perspectives, he quickly zeroed in on Mech-Demon, who lay unconscious and bleeding profusely, and the skull wreaking havoc everywhere.

"Origin level?" His gaze was cold, analyzing swiftly. "So that's it. Seems I've been played. They intended to use an Origin-level creature to put my association in its place?"

His expression was indifferent. He quickly grasped the situation on the battlefield. He wasn't distressed about the loss of the mechanical creatures. After all, they were merely products of the bio-factory. As long as the Hanged Tower stood, given time, he could rapidly replicate an identical army. What really concerned him was the Origin-level entity currently devouring his creations.

At a glance, he could tell: while the skull was indeed of Origin level, compared to those that truly embodied fear and catastrophe, it still fell short.

His mind began to race. The life or death of Mech-Demon was inconsequential. One vice-chairman could be replaced by another. However, an Origin-level entity, particularly one of this kind, was a rare find.

His eyes narrowed. If he could capture this Origin-level being… Even without gathering all the components of the Colossus, wouldn't its power still be substantial?

"Unseal my No.2 body, and initiate the warp jump. I intend to meet this creature personally."

His eyes narrowed further, glinting with a cold light.

...

Almost at the same time, Lynne, who was swiftly hunting down the remaining forces of the Demonfolk Association atop Little, abruptly looked up. He immediately sensed the oscillations in the surrounding space.

Compared to previous tremors, this one was far more intense. A sense of unease instantly filled Lynne.

"Little! Are you full yet?" Lynne asked immediately.

Little (✪ω✪) replied, "Eighty percent full—I—want more—delicious—"

But hardly a moment after she finished speaking, a deep blue ring of light descended from the sky, instantly crushing dozens of mechanical bugs on the wasteland below.

A massive figure, emanating a terrifying power, slowly came into Lynne's view. Almost instantly, a panel with details of the figure appeared before him.

[Hunter God Puppet]

[Race: Flesh Creation]

[Level: ???]

[Alignment: None]

[Combat Power: Power surpassing King-level]

[Description: One of the Demonfolk Association's cutting-edge flesh constructs, a destroyer derived from the Colossus project. It's the Association's top-tier defensive weapon against king-level and origin beings. Due to the massive power derived from the Colossus project, only one individual in the entire Association can control it. If you encounter it, pray it's not targeting you...]

Buzz—

Lynne's gaze went blank.

This is just too much! Is this the Demonfolk Association's big boss?

[Warning! Warning! Crisis level 100%, please evacuate immediately!]

[Warning! Crisis level 100%, please evacuate immediately!]

But just as the system alert sounded, from the massive flesh giant, a skinless, gigantic fleshy hand sprouted and swept directly towards Little. Without a word, it launched its emotionless attack.

"Little! Dodge it!" Lynne shouted.

But it was too late. The giant hand reached them in an instant, slamming onto Little's cheek with a loud crash.

The tremendous force shook the ground, and Little's body was thrown dozens of meters away.

Titan Skull: "!!!"

Female Skull: "!!!"

Unihorn Ghost King: "(ΩДΩ)!!!"

The flesh giant paused and, upon seeing Little had only been moved a few meters, narrowed its eyes, its expression growing serious.

Clearly, this probing strike gave it a rough estimate of the power of this origin being.

As the dust settled, Little, who was biting into a hunter, stood still in shock. Subconsciously, she removed her eyeball to look at her cheek.

There was a slight cracking sound. A small piece of her tooth fell to the ground.

"..."

"..."

In an instant, Little's eyes filled with tears, turning a shade of deep red. An overwhelming feeling of hurt welled up in her.

"Little... are you... okay?" Lynne asked, extending a hand in disbelief.

"Wha—"

With a loud wail, Little burst into tears, pointing at her broken milk tooth, saying: "Doctor— my tooth— my pretty tooth is cracked— waaahhhhh— it's cracked— wuuu—."