Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

Under the control of the 'imaginary number' law, all that massive lightning elemental energy was now completely under Pantalone's control.

At this moment, compared to the "scatterers," Pantalone, bathed in thunder and wielding its might, undoubtedly resembled a god more.

However, in terms of mastery of power, he, as a god, should be far more powerful than Pantalone, yet everything before him completely overturned the "skirmisher's" understanding.

There is no reason.

I can't understand it.

He couldn't understand why, even though they were using the same power, Pantalone's power was able to achieve such a level of success.

He clearly possesses far greater power; after all, he has already ascended to godhood!

But why is it that when facing Pantalone, the authority he possesses appears so pathetic and helpless in the confrontation with Pantalone?

Even though he had already ascended to godhood, such things were still beyond his comprehension; they were things that could not be explained by common sense in the mortal world.

This makes it completely impossible for the "scattered soldiers" to understand the current situation.

Pantalone, whose body shimmered with the brilliance of 'imaginary numbers', looked at the 'skirmishers' who had no idea what was going on. As the one who started it all, Pantalone simply said calmly.

“As I said, you know nothing about ‘imaginary numbers’ themselves. You don’t even understand the essence and form of ‘imaginary numbers’. You are simply and crudely using the power that was given to you by others.”

"Indeed, you are indeed far superior in terms of divine authority, but you ultimately do not understand the essence of 'imaginary numbers,' and you merely use 'imaginary numbers' as weapons like stones to smash people."

"Someone like you is destined to be unable to understand the essence of power. I, who possess the essence of 'imaginary number,' can easily take away your power, just like now, and you cannot stop me."

As if stating a fact, the moment Pantalone finished speaking...

The power of thunder suddenly converged, and in that instant, terrifying lightning struck the "scattered soldiers".

Just as "Scattered Soldiers" were trying to continue piloting the True Machine God to block the incoming attack.

When he tried to use his divine authority to seize the lightning bolt, he noticed that the immense lightning elemental power gathered on it flowed into his body through his arm.

The terrifying elemental forces reversed at that moment, causing his body to collapse and destroying his body, which originally possessed unparalleled power as a true machine god.

At that moment, the massive lightning elemental energy caused an overload, resulting in his body becoming paralyzed.

He could sense that, under the influence of something he could not comprehend, his control over power was being taken away in a way he was unaware of—something beyond the comprehension of a "spreader" who was a "puppet."

This sudden change caused the "scattered soldiers" to change color instantly, and they could no longer maintain their divine transcendence.

Everything seemed to be just as Pantalone had said, and he was powerless to stop it.

The body of the Zhengjishen, which had lost control, began to sway precariously. Streaks of lightning flickered on its body, as if telling of the malfunction that was happening to it, and it seemed as if its body would fall to the ground at any moment.

All of this made the "scatterer's" face, which was as beautiful and handsome as a god, even more striking.

In the heat of extreme anger, one can't help but look incredibly ugly.

I'll take Chapter 193, "The Heart of God" by Balzeb (4k).

The out-of-control body stood unsteadily within the ruined Void Temple, the God of Machines waving its four arms and flailing its feet wildly on the ground.

The raging lightning elemental energy, now unrestrained, crashed through the entire space. The "Skirmisher," clutching his core in his chest, had a contorted expression and glared furiously at the figure who had caused all of this.

The instigator of all this.

"Damn it...! This... body...!"

The "scatterers" stared at Pantalone with an extremely ugly expression.

Realizing the rampaging and out-of-control elemental power, he felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. But he quickly transformed that panic into a driving force of anger.

"I...I'm not here yet! How could I possibly be here..."

Feeling his paralyzed body, "Skirmisher" was driven by extreme anger and recklessly exerted all the functions of the True Machine God's body.

Ultimately, his intense anger caused the chaotic laws to momentarily become disordered.

Under that chaotic system, the violent and rampant lightning element, in a chaotic system, was once again brought under the control of the "scatterers," allowing his originally shaky body to regain its footing.

Although it seems that the "scattered soldiers" have regained control, it is only because the system has entered a berserk state and is forcibly operating at all costs.

Although it seems to have returned to a stable state, it is unable to suppress the rage that is currently raging under the system.

In this state, the "skirmisher" possesses energy that is almost constantly operating at an overload, but for the "skirmisher," the only thing he cares about is Pantalone, who has brought him to such a wretched state.

He thought that having ascended to godhood, he could disregard Pantalone, but now every bit of power that Pantalone was displaying represented something he couldn't comprehend.

His self-righteous arrogance and aloofness were utterly insignificant in his presence.

This made him feel even more ashamed and furious, and he transformed his inner hatred into hostility towards Pantalone.

"blasphemy... a great crime!"

"You think something of this caliber can steal my divine power? Wishful thinking!"

The enraged "scatterers" unleashed their fury, unleashing a thunderous aura that seemed to topple the heavens.

The machine god clenched its four arms into fists and slammed them down on the ground, unleashing bursts of thunder and spikes of fire and ice that surged forth. Under that uncontrolled, violent force, its power was dozens of times greater than before.

But just as this terrifying attack was about to reach Pantalone, it shattered instantly, like fragile glass crashing into a stone, turning into shimmering elemental energy that drifted through the air.

As that fist landed, the swinging fist was also in front of him, sweeping past as if swatting ants.