Not many people noticed what was happening at first.
Those that did manage to catch sight of the transformation of the Poison Willows thought that this was a benign event.
After all, the Poison Willows and their bonded pilots suffered greatly. They had sacrificed too much in order to grow their precious poisoned fruits. To see them regain their life and vitality should be regarded as an honest reward for services rendered.
Yet the problem was that their physical restoration did not end at this point.
Even after the weird biomechs regained their moisture and restored their many cracks and atrophied parts, the Poison Willows continued to absorb large amounts of life energy.
It was as if their limits did not exist anymore!
In the face of such enormous temptation, none of the Poison Willows obeyed their instructions.
Despite the fact that Ves had installed plenty of safeguards meant to prevent this exact situation, the living mechs simply outgrew these chains by relying on brute force!
The pressure of growth was too great to be contained!
Each and every Poison Willow had become so drunk with power that their greed could not be stopped anymore.
These crazy machines no longer listened to any orders. Neither the voices of the Saint Commander nor the Second Elf registered to them anymore.
"These machines have gone rogue! All 30 of them are no longer listening to orders! They have even cut off their connections to our command net!"
That last part had to be a conscious decision on their part. There were multiple ways to cut off their data connections to the central net that assisted with command and control, but the Poison Willows most likely cut them off proactively in order to block the shutdown commands.
"What is the state of their pilots?! Are they still alive?!"
Nobody could answer this question. Not even Ves, who was observing this ongoing disaster from afar, could offer much insight.
He deeply wanted to approach one of the Poison Willows that he had modified in person and see what went wrong.
However, he was not in control of his true body at the moment.
The Dark Apostle and his troop of Ascended Giants had no interest in investigating a bunch of malfunctioning Poison Willow mechs.
This was because the native gods had finally made an appearance!
In order to prevent the Ascended Giants from approaching one of the orbital fortresses and wreck the superdimensional siege cannon, a host of well-equipped alien phase whales and phase lords had finally emerged to block the way!
The Dark Apostle and the Fiery Axe both stopped in their tracks as they observed the forces directly arrayed against their group.
Two greater phase whales.
Ten lesser phase lords.
A complete native alien warfleet.
Though none of them possessed any obvious presence or enhancement from the deathborn race, they still constituted a serious threat.
This was especially when Ves could clearly ascertain that all of the enemy champions were equipped with full sets of Saint Piercers and Saint Armors!
While the properties of alien-grade superdimensional armor sat between the human versions of medium-grade and high-grade superdimensional armor, the differences did not matter too much in a direct confrontation.
A strong thrust from a Saint Piercer arm could punch through hull-grade superdimensional armor with relative ease!
As for the tougher and denser armor-grade superdimensional armor that the Dark Apostle happened to enjoy, the increase in protection might be able to save the giant leader from a few fatal blows, but it would definitely incur a growing number of dents and holes with every incoming strike!
Compared to the phase leaders standing in the way, the remaining alien phasefighters and warships did not pose that much of a threat.
But only under certain conditions.

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