Accompanied by a shriek that nearly tore the soul itself to shreds, the pitch-black wound etched into the sky was forced open completely.
Against the crimson, chaotic backdrop, the Mother of Rebirth's colossal divine body finally broke free from the shackles of the world's dimensions, inch by inch, squeezing out from the other side of the rift.
Her descent was silent, yet it unleashed a soundless tsunami of annihilation within the spiritual worlds of all living beings.
It was a divine body of absolute perfection.
Every inch of her skin flowed with the honey of corruption, and every curve conformed to the deepest desires and fantasies of life.
She made no deliberate effort to pose seductively, but her very existence was the most naked temptation to all living beings in the entire world.
The greedy saw endless wealth.
The lustful saw ultimate elation.
Those craving power saw the crimson stairs leading to the Divine Throne.
Divine Might swept in like a tsunami, not as a physical impact, but as a more insidious, more fundamental "forced conversion."
A gentle, merciful voice, brimming with maternal warmth, echoed directly in the depths of everyone's minds, as if it came from the soul's own hometown.
"Abandon your resistance, my children."
"Return to my embrace, and you will be far from pain, far from strife."
"Here there is no exploitation, no sorrow, only eternal bliss and rebirth..."
In the plaza, the anger and resolve that had just ignited on the soldiers' faces melted away instantly.
They dropped their weapons, tears streaming down their faces.
It wasn't fear, but the ecstatic joy of having found their final destination.
They fell to their knees in masses, reaching out toward the great figure in the sky, their throats letting out unconscious, satisfied moans, like infants sleeping soundly in their mother's arms.
The entire Winred City was being completely melted by this gentle venom.
However, in this vast mental ocean, four steel giants stood like four reefs refusing to be corroded, unmoved.
Inside the cockpits, shrill alarms wailed frantically.
"Warning! High-intensity mental intrusion detected!"
"Psychic shield erosion rate: 17%... 25%..."
"Sis... I..."
Lin Xiyue's breathing quickened as an unprecedented weariness washed over her.
The voice was coaxing her, saying that if she just closed her eyes, she could lay down all her burdens, never having to fight or protect anyone again.
So tired... Just let it be...
"Xiyue, steady your mind!"
Su Wan's reprimand, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, exploded through the communication channel.
"This is a logical fallacy! Eternal bliss is itself a paradox. Life is about entropy increase; absolute stillness equals death!"
The ice-blue energy streams around her Mage-type mecha suddenly converged, forming visible logical loops that forcibly repelled the seductive whispers.
Even so, her supercomputer-like brain was overloading from processing this brute-force "conceptual" attack, emitting a strained hum.
Xia Lian was in the worst condition.
The Ranger's instincts made her extremely sensitive to this suppression originating from life itself.
She bit her lip hard, her face pale. In her hallucination, she saw herself melting into a pool of flesh and blood, merging into that colossal divine body, becoming an insignificant cell on the Evil God's form, forever losing her sense of self.
The intense fear almost drove her to pull the trigger and blast her own cockpit.
"Don't panic."
A calm, even slightly lazy voice rang out through the public channel.
"What's the big deal? It's just a full-screen mental attack. Standard procedure."
Lin Qingyue's voice wasn't loud or high-pitched, yet it was like a hand gently brushing away the fog of desire that shrouded everyone's hearts.
Lin Xiyue jolted awake, Su Wan's logic circuits stabilized, and Xia Lian broke free from her self-destructive hallucination.
Through their respective viewports, they all looked at the Commander Mecha.
They saw Lin Qingyue controlling the mecha, striking a pose with one hand on her hip and the other gesturing at her chin, as if seriously examining a newly released, exorbitantly expensive figure.
"I only saw half of it when it was trash-talking last time. Finally, I get to see the full model."
She paused, then added another comment.
"For such a huge size, the modeling precision is actually decent! But this color scheme... Barbie Pink paired with Period Red is a bit tacky."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Lin Xiyue, Su Wan, and Xia Lian all fell into a collective silence.
Sis/Captain, not the time for your damn quips!
This is a True God descending!
You're completely ruining the atmosphere!
However, Lin Qingyue's next words made their hearts all miss a beat.
"Huh? Wait a second..."
Lin Qingyue's tone suddenly turned a bit strange.
"What's that? A texture glitch?"
She manipulated the mecha's optical lens, instantly zooming in and locking onto the Mother of Rebirth's seemingly perfect divine body.
There, on Her chest and lower abdomen, were two terrifying wounds deep enough to see bone!
At one wound, the golden Power of Order, like a series of nails, was driven deep into the edges of the injury, preventing the flesh from writhing and healing.
At the other wound, the blue Power of Trailblaze still lingered, leaving the flesh in that area looking like a "pixelated" area of a corrupted video file.
Droplets of molten gold divine blood were continuously seeping from these two unhealable wounds.
Those were the masterpieces left by Dominicus's Beam of Order and the Astral Express in the Dreamscape World!
"The wounds He suffered last time..." Lin Xiyue gasped, her voice shaking.
"Still haven't healed!" Su Wan's voice crackled over the team channel, trembling with irrepressible shock.
Her analytical skills were fully unleashed at this moment.
"So, His power isn't infinite, and His ability to Renew has a limit!"
Su Wan spoke with lightning speed, each word sharp and clear, slicing through the Evil God's flawless facade like a precise surgical knife.
"Our recent 'anti-fraud' activities outside the city, purifying believers and dismantling altars, cut off His source of faith and severely crippled His computing power!"
"This means His regeneration speed can't keep up with the 'rule' damage we dealt last time!"
"He's a paper tiger now!"
Su Wan made her final assessment. "His current state is one of desperate need for sacrifices to repair His injuries! He's just bluffing!"
This realization struck like a thunderclap in the dark depths of the ocean, instantly illuminating everything!
Fear, despair, and helplessness were swept away.
In their place came an inexpressible ecstasy, the kind one feels upon seeing the first rays of victory's dawn!
A god who could be wounded, who could bleed, and whose wounds still hadn't healed... how could He even be called a god?
That's what you call a Super BOSS with a visible health bar!
"So that's how it is..." Lin Qingyue finally understood.
She finally realized where that sense of discordance had come from.
The Mother of Rebirth before her might have a grander spectacle and a more exaggerated size, but the mental pressure He exuded was actually less solid and less despair-inducing than when He'd thrown threats from afar last time.
He was just a paper tiger, bluffing to look tough.
Lin Qingyue smiled, a smile so brilliant it seemed to fade the blood-red sky.
A bold, or rather, a plan filled with her personal style, instantly took shape in her mind.
Physical attacks? Go head-to-head with Him using the mecha?
No, that's too inefficient, and it's easy to break her new toy.
To deal with this kind of mind-manipulating, faith- and desire-feeding mental-type Evil God, she, a Priest of Holy Light... no, a Holy Light Troll, is the true professional for the job!
"Since He wants to play at brainwashing..."
Lin Qingyue laughed wildly, controlling the Commander Mecha to slowly raise the staff [Beloved] in its hand.
The Mecha's power core roared like thunder, as immense energy was continuously poured into the staff, undergoing an exponential amplification through its complex runic enhancement matrix!
"Then I'll play a big game with Him!"
She looked at the colossal target in the sky that was still relentlessly spreading Mental Pollution, her smile growing even more arrogant.
"Hold on tight, everyone!"
"Witness what a true..."
"Mental Seal looks like!"