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Unexpectedly, a small Dimensional Gateway gave birth to such an entity. Upon awakening, it was greeted by something intriguing.
Lin Han's dark eyes fixed on Senbo's pale, old face, as if he were not looking at a person but rather at a rare or peculiar object.
"I command you, let me go, Merlin. This is your last chance!"
King Senbo was drenched in cold sweat but continued to attempt to invade the soul of this outsider before him.
"An interesting talent, but you should not be here, and you certainly should not have been granted sentience."
Lin Han's voice was calm yet carried an unspoken chill. He slowly raised his hand, revealing the mechanism ball in his palm—the Divine Mechanism Chain. As he sensed the aura of the host at that moment, the structure that had been unfolding began to close up, presenting an overall dim and dark appearance.
"What a childish act. If it is indeed a legendary artifact, it should possess sentience."
Lin Han's words seemed to have an effect; the resistant mechanism box suddenly emitted a brilliant glow.
Lin Han nodded, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. With a casual tap of his fingertip, a tangible black mist began to gather continuously into the Divine Mechanism Chain.
A piercing alarm rang out.
【Unknown power detected invading】
【Divine Mechanism Chain has encountered an error in advancement; please stop immediately, or irreversible effects will occur】
At that moment, Lin Han was not here for him; he could not hear the System Voice at all. As the black mist continued to converge, the Divine Mechanism Chain Entity began to tremble violently, as if it were about to break down like a malfunctioning electrical device, with thick black smoke and sparks erupting around it.
Lin Han frowned and suddenly raised his fist to strike at the agitated and collapsing Divine Mechanism Chain.
The instant his fist made contact with the Divine Mechanism Chain, it exploded with a thunderous roar, scattering countless mechanism fragments around Lin Han's right arm. Yet they did not disperse; it was as if they had been pressed down by an invisible force.
A sinister grin appeared on Lin Han's face as he lifted his right hand and grasped the air. Instantly, those scattered fragments began to converge towards him as if drawn by magnetism.
Countless metal shards seemed preordained to cover Lin Han's right arm completely, forming a dark purple metallic gauntlet adorned with intricate patterns that extended even to his fingertips.
With the armored arm swung back, the remaining metal fragments began to gather wildly and elongate as if manipulated by precise instruments.
For a moment, a two-meter-long purple scythe was held upside down in Lin Han's hands.
"You are still of use to me," he thought, "but I hope that next time you come, you will remember all of this."
Lin Han's eyes remained pitch black, perhaps due to the forced activation of the Divine Mechanism Chain stage, which was gradually dimming. He raised the long scythe, its blade slicing through the air.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the space itself had been torn open. In the distance, King Senbo, who had been kneeling and dared not move, began to twitch violently. To everyone's astonishment, he slowly began to rise, his form gradually transforming.
Amidst his cries of agony and desperate pleas for mercy, Senbo's will was being obliterated. In its place emerged a distinctly shaped Jester Mask, adorned with a smile and a charming red nose.
Hovering above the mask was a Golden Throne, a seat that countless beings coveted and that drove the entire Great Continent into madness—a throne of unparalleled power.
Lin Han gazed at the throne as it hovered high above him. Before he could make a move, the throne suddenly shot towards him. Lin Han let out a cold snort.
"Get lost; this is not the right time."
Beneath the mask, the Jester Mask emitted a series of cackling laughs before slowly fading away along with the throne.
As the clownish visage dissipated, the surrounding soldiers froze in place, their bodies stiffening before they began to twitch like puppets. The wood started to decay, gears rusted over time, and what felt like several long eras passed in an instant until they were reduced to dust scattered by the wind.
Lin Han's eyes suddenly lost their dark glow; the scythe in his hand and the armor on his right arm shattered into nothingness. His body collapsed without sensation as the System Voice echoed in his mind.
"Qian Ji Lian damaged; this will severely impact Quality. Please find materials for restoration as soon as possible."
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