The red moon returns

Chapter 558 Let’s get started
Kara.

It is worthy of being a high-tech machine from the steam age. It is responsive and has no sense of lag. As the red lever is pulled down, a sound of metal collision is heard inside the machine. Within a few seconds, the whole machine seems to suddenly come alive.

The gears exposed outside began to rotate slowly, from slow to fast, thick steam spurted out of the exhaust holes, and the sharp jet sound was like a boiling kettle. With the internal vibrations, the subtle friction sound was full of the texture of metal machinery, and the buzzing vibration frequency became higher and higher.

What Trinales said was right. The equipment was indeed full of energy and was well maintained, as if it was ready for use at any time.

However, seeing this scene, several people's hearts sank at the same time.

Because after hearing Lynch's shout, the chairman quickly pushed the rod back to its original position, but the machine did not stop running, but instead turned faster and faster.

Without bothering to explain, the name he trusted the most came out of his mouth. It was a tacit understanding that had been developed over the past few months. Lin Qi believed that no matter what time, the one closest to him would not let him down:
"Natalie."

With a clang, the strange object Viking's Judgment was unsheathed.

Natalie drew her sword and slashed.

The sharp blade cut through the sky like lightning. The sound of the air being torn was so clear even amid the sound of erupting steam. With a flash of sword light, the strange object was already in front of the machine.

Everything seemed to slow down, and as Lynch watched, the sword heavily chopped down the hideous and cold metal machinery.

Can an indestructible magical object really cut through solid steel machinery?
At this moment, Lynch held his breath.

can.

Cut in two.

Experienced Officer Natalie chose the most tricky angle and cut into the instrument at its weakest point. The strange object with the added cutting effect was already extremely sharp, and it easily cut off the most vulnerable connections. After a few ding sounds, the surveying instrument was shattered into pieces, with parts flying everywhere. Steam gushed out of the cracked equipment wildly, making the area around the machine seem like it was in fog.

Everything happened so fast, and all actions were based on instinct. It was not until the machine was destroyed and steam filled the air that their eyes met for the first time.

We work well together. You really understand me.

Although they had great strength, there was an insurmountable gap in their combat awareness. The two old men finally realized what was happening and felt extremely complicated for a moment.

But at least it stopped the device from working.

Although the steam made it impossible for everyone to see anything for a moment, this in itself showed that the equipment was damaged. Moreover, the humming sound of the machinery had stopped, so the machine must have completely broken down.

It was only on for a few seconds, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Everything will be fine.

However, just as everyone was comforting themselves in this way and the two old men wanted to ask Lynch why he stopped them, a rustling sound of paper friction came from the steam.

what?
Several people turned their eyes to the direction where the sound came from at the same time, and through the thinning steam they could vaguely see what was inside.

The broken machine was not completely broken, and the additional output function was still retained. A piece of paper sprayed out from the paper outlet and floated into the air with the steam.

This made them realize that even though it was only turned on for a few seconds, the machine still successfully scanned the situation underground, and then spit out the information from the intact output device. The paper was covered with messy lines, and they could vaguely see that it was a standard circle with densely packed crisscrossing patterns within it.

Lynch just felt creepy.

It is impossible for a precision instrument to spray out drawings with graffiti for no reason. The most likely possibility is that the instrument has completed its task and faithfully reflected the underground conditions it surveyed. In other words, the underground has become what it looks like on the drawings, forming an especially obvious closed circle and those dense lines inside the circle. Now, this figure has finally appeared in front of everyone with the surveying instrument as the medium.

This is definitely not a good sign. The other party's ultimate goal is most likely to send this pattern in, into the core safe house of the Dark Night Church.

We can't let him succeed.

In a hurry, Lynch instinctively waved his hand. As his arm waved, his body remained intact, but his entire arm turned into a human-shaped flame. Then the flame suddenly extended forward, breaking through the length limitation of the limbs and instantly extending to the front of the paper.

However, at this moment, a strange feeling arose in everyone's heart.

No, it rose from that piece of paper.

It was a huge and terrifying will, as if it came from an unknown existence beyond cognition, extending its sight through this piece of paper into this safe house, spying on everyone in the room.

No matter it was the volunteers who were praying, the priests who were lighting the fire, or Trilles and the others who stayed by the machine, a huge sense of fear gripped everyone's heart. It was a mark buried in their souls since ancient times. It was like a mortal facing the prehistoric beasts from ancient times, facing an irresistible horrific natural disaster. They were so small that they were desperate, and so desperate that they were crazy. For a moment, everyone trembled and lost the ability to react.

Except Lynch.

I don’t know if it’s because it came from another world, but Lynch has never had the fear inherited from his soul. This fear that shocked everyone’s will did not have much effect on him. The flames engulfed the paper.

Burn it for me.

However, the fragile paper showed no signs of burning. The flame, which was tainted with divine power and powerful enough to purify the light of miracles, only burned the paper in vain, but could do nothing.

The counterattack was ineffective and failed to even attract the attention of that will. The will circled in the room and finally landed on the platform, enveloping the miracle light on the platform and everyone around it.

Damn it.

Lynch's eyes turned red, and he wanted to try his best to drive the flames to destroy the paper. However, no matter how strong the flames were, the paper remained intact.

"It's useless." Chairman Ole's voice came from the side. This level eight expert lived up to his status and was the first to regain his composure. "At this moment, the paper has lost its concept of paper. It has become a tool to carry the will of Shudemeier. Unless you can defeat Shudemeier, you can't burn it."

As he spoke, the old gentleman straightened his suit, stood up straight, flipped his left hand, and made a gesture of holding a book. Then a heavy tome emitting a strange light appeared in his hand.

The book turned pages quickly without wind, and there were patterns and symbols on it that Lynch could not understand. The old gentleman was motionless, staring at the pages, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his right index finger suddenly pressed on a page, and then lightly wiped one of the lines.

As the old gentleman moved, the platform suddenly flashed, and then all the people, including Judy in the flames, disappeared, leaving only the empty platform in front of Lynch.

[Power: History, Ability: Falsification of History]

"I have temporarily hidden them in history to ensure that they will not be destroyed by Shudemeier's will, but... I cannot hide the Light of Miracles, and I may lose it."

Yes, the first aid kit was still floating on the platform, having attracted all the attention of that will. Without stopping for a moment, the will rushed towards the first aid kit.

"No." Lin Qi was not in a hurry, but showed a strange smile, "I am still here."

Then he took out a conch and whispered, "Let's get started."

(End of this chapter)