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Chapter 522 Church
"In other words, the content of two of the three paintings on the bronze door is already known."

Claudia paused for a moment, "But who left these paintings, and who were they for?"

"The most reasonable explanation I can think of is that it was drawn for the 'aliens' in the eyes of the builders."

Li Sheng curled his lip and said, "In 1977, NASA launched Voyager 1 and 2 into deep space. Each spacecraft carried a copper-plated laser disc called 'Sounds of Earth.'"
It stores a variety of sounds, including natural sounds of Earth, animal calls, music and greetings from different civilizations. To make it understandable to 'aliens', a diagram of the spin motion of hydrogen atoms in a low-energy state is thoughtfully drawn on the surface of the gold record to indicate the direction of playback.

In addition, the positions of 14 known pulsars in the Milky Way are used to reveal the coordinates of the solar system.

This is similar in concept to the Fibonacci sequence code and tritium half-life on the bronze door; both use the universal language of mathematics and physics within the Milky Way to convey information.

Before Wanli Fengdao and Claudia could figure it out, Mianyue couldn't help but interject, "Wait, are you saying that there are countries on your planet that once sent key information such as the location of their star system and the level of their civilization into deep space via spaceships, hoping that they could be captured and discovered by extraterrestrial civilizations?"
Are you sure this isn't a traitorous spy hoping for the arrival of an alien civilization?

"At that time, human civilization was in a period of rapid development known as the 'Cold War,' so it was normal to be positive and optimistic."

Li Sheng shrugged. "Fortunately, the speed of those two spaceships is extremely slow on a cosmic scale; they might not be able to escape the star cloud even in hundreds or thousands of years."

"At worst, we can wait until human civilization invents sub-light-speed spacecraft before retrieving the Golden Record."

In the real-world Milky Way galaxy, there's a high probability that extraterrestrial civilizations exist. If they could truly manage megastructures like wormholes, stargates, death stars, and Dyson spheres, that would be one thing.

But if their technology is only a hundred or two hundred years ahead of Earth's, they're still using propellant spaceships, lack superhuman abilities, and yet they still attempt to invade Earth...
Those Lv40 superhumans really did manage to mobilize en masse, staging a little story of "Grandma Michael shooting down an alien spaceship with a pebble" – a tale of gratitude.

After finishing, he spat on the ruins of the warship, saying, "Where did this cosmic country bumpkin come from?"

With too little information at hand, there was neither the need nor the time to stop and carefully consider the connection between the bronze gate, the astronauts, and the Alpha Serpent. The players crossed the street and came to the church.

The church is a stone and wood structure with a cross on the roof. A wooden plaque shaped like a lung is affixed to the front of the cross. There is also a line of small, unintelligible text at the bottom of the plaque.

Corresponding to the wooden sign is the damage to the church itself—the exterior wall close to the ground has been repainted with white paint, but graffiti and hacking marks can still be seen through the white paint.

It appears that an enraged mob once besieged the church, carving angry words on its exterior walls.
The church doors were ajar. Pushing them open, one saw wooden chair fragments scattered on the floor. At the deepest part of the altar, instead of a statue of a god, there was an underground gas collection well resembling a bell tower.

The collection well resembles a banyan tree or a large pipe organ, branching out into numerous metal pipes that hang close to the church walls and connect to lung-shaped high-pressure gas cylinders.

"Cough cough,"

In the dusty confessional, a hoarse voice rang out, "Are you Will's friends?"

"Yes. We were also asked by Mr. Robinson to pick up the new lungs he had ordered."

Wanli Fengdao's gaze sharpened. The doorknob of the church's wooden door showed signs of a recent break. The scattered fragments of the chair clearly did not match the appearance of dust.

Most importantly, through the screen window of the confessional, one could vaguely see the figure inside, dressed in a priest's robe, standing in an awkward and painful posture.

“Will is a good kid. Although he’s a bit of a dreamer, always thinking about weird inventions like manned spaceships, crystal growth farms, and tunnel boring machines, causing chaos in town, I’ve always known that he just wants to make life better for everyone.”

Inside the confessional, the priest seemed to be enduring immense pain; his body continued to contort, and the sound of bones breaking echoed. "Robinson's ordered lungs are right below the air supply station. Take the rest of the lungs. I...don't need them anymore."

"Okay, let's go now." Before Wanli Fengdao could finish speaking, Claudia took action, releasing a gust of demonic wind that swept up six high-pressure gas cylinders, and prepared to flee.

boom!
The priest's body suddenly swelled, opening up the narrow confessional and causing sawdust to fly everywhere.

His hair was thinning, his beard was thick, and his originally kind and wise face was twisted and ferocious under the immense pain. His entire shoulder blades, back, ribs, and lower abdomen were pierced by a mechanical python, or rather, a giant Alpha Python shrunk countless times.

"Father?" Wanli Fengdao asked tentatively.

His response was a piercing roar; the priest's jaw split open, and a dark, rotary cannon barrel emerged from his mouth, which suddenly opened fire.

A clear light flowed around Little Knife's body, his protective aura deflecting the bullet chain. The Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand flew out automatically, circled the priest's neck lightly, and sliced ​​off his head.

However, just as Gundam's legs are merely decorative, the priest, possessed by the mechanical python, doesn't care about the minor injury of a severed head.

The headless body's shoulder skin folded and rolled, revealing rows of miniature launch silos, hissing and crackling.

A barrage of tiny missiles was unleashed, their long, narrow tails shooting towards the player.

How powerful can a missile the size of a thumb be? Holy crap!

Wanli Fengdao's protective aura, which could withstand the naval cannon head-on, was torn apart like paper. Fortunately, he activated his passive skill, which automatically activated the Instantaneous Movement Technique, allowing him to retreat urgently and avoid the shockwave of the explosion.

The priest, parasitized by a mechanical python, unleashed missiles made of metallic hydrogen, hailed as the "holy grail of high-pressure physics" in the real world.

(Not the Holy Grail)
Its explosive power is 25-50 times that of TNT, and its theoretical explosion velocity can reach a terrifying 15,000 meters per second. Crucially, it's not just a simple explosion; like a hollow-charge fragmentation projectile, it can launch a faster-moving, more armor-piercing metal jet.

The mechanical priest stood on the church bricks, and then split into three heads and six arms, with machine guns, cannons, missile silos, and close-in weapon systems. Every part of his body transformed into a weapon of war.

Running away is futile. The castle gargoyles still patrol the borders, while the mechanical priest, possessed by Alpha's clone, will hunt the player to the ends of the earth.

Therefore, the only way to survive is to kill him right now, right here.

"Blood Magic: Thousand-Year Blood River!"

Claudia made a grand gesture. She tore open a spatial rift with her fingernails, releasing tons of scarlet blood like a flood, in which distorted human faces could be clearly seen.

A rather unsettling fact is that the United States is the world's largest exporter of blood products, with annual exports reaching $400 billion, far exceeding the scale of traditional products such as soybeans and auto parts.

Countless beggars, prisoners, single parents, and even workers and students regularly donate blood for financial compensation. Single mothers sell blood to take their children to the zoo, college students sell blood to treat their classmates to coffee, and workers sell blood three times a week to earn enough to eat.

The United States, with only 4.2% of the world's population, contributes 70% of the world's blood product exports.

The blood Claudia used to cast her blood magic was obtained through long-term contracts with several private American companies.

She didn't even need to modify it much; the blood that was infused with the sorrow and grief of the poor was naturally the best material for casting spells.

(End of this chapter)