However, things were coming to a head.
"Damn it! This can't go on!"
"Samun, go all out! My Spirituality can't take much more."
The God of All Machines seized an opportunity against the Seven-Colored Dragonfly.
It surged forward, its horrifying tendrils of machine and flesh suddenly piercing one of the dragonfly's wings.
A pierced wing wasn't a major hindrance.
After all, with the powerful regenerative abilities of the Authority Level, even if its head were blown off, it could instantly regenerate its flesh and recover.
As long as the Divine Format was unharmed and there was enough Spirituality and Energy to support it, it was no big deal.
Of course, if the entire Divine Body were destroyed, that would be fatal.
The Seven-Colored Dragonfly had been wounded by the God of All Machines multiple times. Facing the God of All Machines' Power of Contamination, its loss of Spirituality was naturally significant.
