List of strange talismans

Chapter 196 Universal Industry 4k
Ten minutes later.

A group of four people came to Galanz Square with their respective guardian knights and followers.

It is said to be a square, but it is actually a relatively flat open space, about four to five hundred square meters, and the area is not even as large as a piece of farmland.

But this is already the most spacious place in Galanz Town.

There is an ancient well in the middle of the square, which is one of the main places where Galanz people draw drinking water.

Ma En, wearing a black robe and holding a scripture in hand, came here early to wait.Behind him are hundreds of Shuntian believers in Wuyangyang.

Although Gu Xiuya has standardized the dress etiquette of Shuntian Sect in the canon and requires clergy to wear black robes as clerical robes, due to productivity reasons, there are currently only a few people such as Ma En and Angele. Got a newly made robe.

Most people still wear the same old clothes - low-cost linen tops, breeches, and boots that are easy to get to the ground.

The inconsistent attire made the believers behind Ma En look like a mob. Although everyone was trying their best to behave solemnly, this was the first official meeting at the sect level, which still made these native Galanz people uneasy. Avoid some tension.

On the Industrial God Sect's side, the accompanying team, which was also composed of mortals, was solemn and marched in an orderly manner. Even though the number of people on the Shuntian Sect's side was several times higher, no one showed any panic.

This is the confidence brought by the sect’s background.

Among the Shuntian Sect, only Ma En was relatively calm. He knew that the four people coming towards him were industrial saints who had mastered the power of the gods, but he did not feel that his side was at a disadvantage in terms of status.

Quantity has never been the key. He believed that the power of Suncheon Saints was unrivaled, and he also believed that Suncheon Religion was no weaker than the so-called Industrial God Religion.

The two sides looked at each other from a distance, and when their eyes crossed, Ma En was neither humble nor arrogant. He stood upright and only nodded slightly to show his respect.

Valentine let out a chuckle.

He turned to Cedric and said, "It looks like the Shuntian Sect members have just returned from the fields."

"Don't take it lightly, Valentine."

Cedric is a very decisive person. After deciding to take action, he is ready to fight at any time.

He raised his head, his eyes flashed with black ideological energy, and his pupils were constantly changing in the light, like the lens of a camera, scattering and converging, forming two strange marks.

His eyes swept across Ma En and others dozens of meters away, and gradually stopped at Yelena in the crowd.

"I felt residual consciousness energy fluctuations in her body."

Cedric is one of the few saints to hold two resident fetishes, which is why he can become the leader of the three-person party.

His second resident artifact [Observation Machine] is a relatively rare auxiliary resident artifact. After being activated, it can capture all consciousness energy fluctuations within a 50-meter range and obtain information such as its intensity and attributes.

This resident artifact can even automatically provide local data comparisons for the holder, mark the danger level, and provide warnings.

It can be said that the world is semi-digital in Cedric's eyes, and everyone has his own [combat power].

It was by relying on this magical artifact that Cedric was able to take the lead in every battle.

This is why Valentine tried his best to win him over to join the fight.

——Once the two of them join forces, neither the power of consciousness nor the power of the gods will be able to hide. It can be said that they are born in an invincible position.

Cedric's eyes moved rapidly, but his gaze was firmly fixed on Yelena, as if he was receiving some kind of information invisible to ordinary people.

Soon, he frowned slightly and said, "Something is wrong. The ideological energy in that girl does not seem to belong to the resident divine object."

"This is nothing strange, Cedric. The more remote and desolate the land, the easier it is for foreign objects that deviate from the gods to be born."

Valentin didn't care about this. He said calmly: "I have seen many such things in the Gran Federation. Some scholars call them [embers], while others think they are [relics] belonging to another kind of god. Fai], the name is not important, you just need to know that it is not powerful."

"At least it's not powerful for people like us."

Cedric was silent.

In his sight, Yelena's body was emitting a green light that represented safety. This was a comparison of combat power made by the [Observation Machine] based on his own strength.This undoubtedly proves Valentine's view correct.

But for some reason, he always felt uneasy.

Is it because you haven't fought for too long and you are mentally unfit?
As he was thinking about it, he heard Elvis say: "So, the so-called Suncheon Saint used the power of embers to rule the faith of this place?"

"possible."

Valentine nodded slightly, and then added: "It may also be the curse caused by [loss]. In short, don't worry, even if there are embers, these people cannot be our opponents."

While talking, the four of them gradually walked to the center of the square.

"Welcome, pagan friends."

Ma En put his hand on his chest and greeted Valentine and others.

"On behalf of the great Suncheon, I would like to say hello to the industry."

Valentine's expression was dull and he didn't return the favor.

He raised his head and glanced behind Ma En.

The sharp aura of [Dispute] swept across under the blessing of conscious energy, and every believer who met his gaze felt a stinging pain like a needle.

Many people's expressions changed slightly, and they looked away in fear, not daring to look at him.

The less courageous people simply lowered their heads and looked down at the ground, not daring to look up again.

For a moment, the originally neat team of a hundred people suddenly became turbulent.

Ma En frowned slightly.

Although he didn't see what happened specifically, he knew without thinking that the panic of everyone must be related to the industrial saint in front of them.

Do you want to get off your horse?

Valentin didn't pay attention to Ma En's face.

He smiled.This feeling of being incomparable to mortals made him feel comfortable from the bottom of his heart.

"Mr. Archbishop, are you alone? Where is your saint?"

"Your Majesty the Saint is preparing to welcome you all. You will not be there until later."

Maan replied.

The smile on Valentin's face became even bigger. He thought that Suncheon Saint was frightened by his own strength and did not dare to show his face.So he sent an archbishop to deal with the situation, while he hid in the dark and observed the situation.

"What about the steam engine?"

"Sorry, the steam engine is still under construction, I'm afraid."

"I'm not here to hear your explanation, Archbishop Marne."

Valentine's smile faded and turned into indifference: "You only need to answer me, can the transaction be completed today?"

"can."

"What a pity, since you have repeatedly broken your promise."

Valentin subconsciously said what he had thought about for a long time, but he didn't realize what he heard until he was halfway through the words.

He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on Ma En: "What did you say?"

"Well, Your Excellency Valentine, the Archbishop means that the delivery can be made today."

Matthews came over and said: "Just now, I went to the blacksmith shop. Sachette and the others promised me that today is the day of completion." There was astonishment in Valentine's eyes.

You know, he also specially observed the manufacturing progress of the steam engine last night. Based on his own industrial literacy, he judged that under normal circumstances it would take at least half a month, or even longer, for Sachette and others to have the opportunity to break through as many as dozens of components. solve the manufacturing problems and complete the steam engine manufacturing.

This is because Galanz's industrial base is too backward and many components need to be developed from scratch.

And now, only one night has passed.
Valentin couldn't understand how Sachette and his team were able to overcome so many industrial material problems in such a short period of time.

He thought it was impossible.

But looking at Matthews' determined face, it didn't seem like he was lying.

"...What a coincidence."

Elvis muttered something to the side, looking slightly strange.

Yes, what a coincidence.It happens to be at this time...

Cedric thought to himself.

The so-called breach of contract is just an excuse. Whether the steam engine is completed on time will not affect their plan to conquer Galanz.

But this kind of situation where he made good excuses and planned to take action, but suddenly discovered that the excuse was invalid just before the attack, made him feel that he was going against fate.

"This is industry warning us!"

Tennyson shouted in a low voice.

He looked at Cedric: "Let's stop here, my friend. Before irreversible results occur, we can directly complete the transaction and peacefully..."

Cedric was silent for a moment and sighed: "It's too late to stop now, prepare to fight."

Tennyson was stunned.

Before he understood what Cedric meant, he heard Valentine snort.

"Ganz people, you have violated the contract."

"Sir Valentin, what do you mean by this?"

Matthews was confused by this sentence, and he looked puzzled: "Didn't we complete the delivery today as per your request?"

Valentine said coldly: "You have indeed completed the delivery, but the knowledge you used to make the steam engine belongs to the God of Industry. This has seriously violated our agreement."

"how is this possible!"

Matthews almost laughed angrily: "I can guarantee that this steam engine was made independently by those two boys and has nothing to do with the God of Industry!"

"Mediocre man, your guarantee has no value."

Valentine looked at Matthews indifferently, his eyes were cold: "I am a saint of industry. I said they are thieves, and they are."

"Hand over Sachet and Chekov, and I will spare your life, otherwise"

Yelena had been standing quietly behind Ma En as a backdrop.Hearing this, I couldn't help but said, "Your Excellency, Saint of Industry, don't you think this kind of speculation without evidence is just like slander?"

Valentin didn't even look at Elena, and said softly: "You have no right to talk to me, mortal."

"you!"

"Elena."

Ma En spoke to stop her daughter's argument.

He knew there was no point in arguing.If you want to add guilt, why bother?

His expression slowly turned serious: "Your Excellency Valentin, may I think that you are deliberately provoking a dispute between Industry and Suncheon?"

Valentine smiled.

He raised his head and glanced at the hundreds of mortals in front of him who showed disrespectful looks towards him, with undisguised contempt in his eyes.

"This is not a dispute, Galanz people."

"It's going to be a massacre."

hum!
The moment the voice fell.

The power of black consciousness exploded from Valentine's body, expanding to a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and a long giant curtain opened over the square.

The giant screen swayed slightly with the wind, and a mechanical creation as huge as a mountain could be vaguely seen emerging from the darkness, frozen in reality.

It floats in the air, shaped like an inverted triangle. The whole body is full of design ingenuity, but the shape completely goes against human aesthetics.

It seemed alive. There were blood vessels and pieces of flesh looming inside the steel components. Black blood like engine oil flowed along the scarlet hose. Black mist overflowed from the gaps in the steel. It spread with fangs and claws, covering the entire place in the blink of an eye. Over the square.

Immediately afterwards, seemingly endless black mist condensed one after another, turning into pieces of industrial creations among the electric lights and flints, emerging in the air.

In an instant, flintlocks, artillery, giant slugs, bows and arrows, trebuchets, all the weapons of massacre created since mankind learned to fight, regardless of age and time, appeared under the giant screen at the same moment.

The characteristic of industry is creation, and as a mid-level saint, Valentine has taken this characteristic to the extreme with the help of the universal manufacturing machine.

He can create all the weapons that were invented [30 years ago] at will, and control them to attack with the power of consciousness.

It is no exaggeration to say that he alone is an army.

".The God of Industry is above. I feel like he can turn the three of us into scum by himself."

Elvis's eyes were trembling. He had imagined how powerful Valentine was.But at this moment, after seeing this infinite creation that almost covered the entire sky, he still couldn't help but feel a tremor.

Valentine's control of the universal manufacturing machine was too fast, incredibly fast.In comparison, the three of them were like apprentices in a factory, and the speed of control that they were once proud of seemed as funny as slow motion.

Cedric said nothing, but his heart was still unable to calm down.

If he were asked to reproduce the huge number of weapons in front of him, he would need at least an hour to prepare before he could barely do it.

As for Valentine, it only took less than ten seconds.

Is this the power of mid-level saints?
Cedric felt a sudden sense of frustration, the hopeless disparity deeply pricking his pride.

He originally thought of showing his hand to scare Valentine, but now he realized how ridiculous his idea was.

They are not needed in this battle at all, Valentine can easily win by himself.

Cedric's eyes were dazed.

He looked at Valentine who was enveloped by the power of dark consciousness, looked at his terrifying power like a god, looked at the mortals of the Shuntian Sect retreating in surprise, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

We are just the audience who fear his power, the clowns who set off his infinite power.

He thought and heard Valentine's voice swaying away with the power of consciousness.

"The weak are not worthy of the treasures given by fate. This is your original sin."

"People of Galanz, prepare to meet your tragic fate."

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