Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 327 Will You Save This Disaster?
When the eerie and majestic black shadow roared from the horizon, the first thing that was seen was the scorching white steam, which gushed out from every iron hole, and thickened into a boiling ocean. Every tiny speck of dust in the ocean was like plankton lurking on the bottom of the sea. When they sensed that an enemy that could not be faced instinctively was approaching, they desperately wanted to escape from here. Their panicked movements triggered wave after wave of sinister waves.

Linger saw from afar that countless dark clouds were falling and then hurriedly retreating in the original direction, as if they were afraid that if they escaped too late, they would be crushed and strangled by the majestic giant in front of them with an unparalleled momentum. All the solidified darkness escaped to a place higher than the clouds, causing the sky above to present a state that was even more bizarre than a hole. The next moment, the boiling sea of ​​steam was torn apart, and the reverse airflow brought a low and heavy roar, and then a huge black beast rushed out of the darkness. On the surface of its dark body, every piece of steel seemed to have been tempered in hot magma, with a cold luster. It arrogantly and contemptuously rejected all external prying, leaving only a nearly suffocating first impression on the people who saw it with their own eyes.

"That is……"

At the sentry post of the Rift Valley Security Patrol, Arthur David, who was anxious about why Professor David hadn't come out yet and was struggling with whether to flee first, stared blankly at the steel chariot that was speeding out of the white steam, his eyes full of disbelief, and murmured in an almost groaning tone: "What the hell..."

Not only him, the two strangers in the windmill tower room also felt the same - or, at this moment, whether it was the city of Nimser or Avion, whether it was the Saizeriya Plain or even more distant places, whether it was the local residents or the unfortunate tourists who came here to travel but were caught up in this disaster, anyone who had eyes and could see this scene would have the same emotion and fear from the bottom of their hearts, because what they saw, were about to see, and might never be seen again in the future, was the most magnificent, shocking and terrifying weapon of war in the history of human civilization.

The rapidly rising temperature around caused the air to begin to distort, and cracks like broken glass were burned on the surface of the space, like the forks at the end of a tree branch, spreading vertically and horizontally to the bottom of the traveler's eyes, giving a shocking feeling. The distance of vision was thus stretched to a distance that could not be estimated by the naked eye. At this moment, a stranger standing on a tower room in the ruins of the windmill village and looking at the horizon would mistakenly think that he was actually standing at the foot of that behemoth and looking up at its majestic outline, and therefore felt an indescribable sense of oppression and fear, or even a little excitement.

Humans' fear of giants began in primitive times, when they saw with their own eyes a 10-meter-tall elephant with long tusks easily trampled the saber-toothed tiger, the predator at the top of the food chain at the time and the hunter that made them anxious in the dark night, into a pool of meat paste. Such fear would be rooted in their hearts and could not be removed. The ancestors who survived that epoch-making conflict engraved this memory in their genes, and since then, the descendants with their blood flowing in their blood have been told a truth since birth, that is, never get close to those enemies that are too big, because they have the power to completely destroy you.

But at the same time, this unparalleled destructive power and the simplest and crudest killing method will also arouse the most primitive desires of human beings, making them blindly worship and greedily desire. This is not surprising, because people - or all life, if they want to survive in this jungle where the strong prey on the weak, they cannot lack the blood of struggle in their bones. In the primitive and wild world, body size is a symbol of strength and a law of survival.

This rule has not changed at all to this day.

Looking at the pitch-black steel chariot is the best proof. There is no need to use specific and cumbersome data to describe how magnificent and shocking its size is. Just imagine that perhaps the mountain range that once blocked the land of Doluthien and the sea air currents between the land and the sea would also bow down to it and be willing to become an insignificant stone on the land that it crushed. There is no need to use gorgeous and empty words to describe how wild and ferocious its temperament is. Just imagine all the stars you have seen in the night sky, let them fall from the universe, and use their remains to smelt and recast into a magnificent fortress, giving it an endless size, a cold and silent temperament and all the cold nature outside of living things. The final creation is the chariot in front of you.

As it roared past the straight track at the other end of the horizon and gradually slowed down because it saw its next target, the sharp sound of the giant wheels rubbing against the air came from the eight pairs of sawtooth thick tracks, supporting the entire weight of the car body and the gravity burden when it was running. If it was not running on this special metal structure of the magic track, and the weight reduction assistance of the gravitational repulsion field, it would probably plow a crack behind it that could not be filled by human power when it ran directly over the ground, just like the gods of the past tore open the Ronin Rift today. No one would doubt whether it has such power, just witness it with your own eyes.

On the top deck of the chariot, there stands a majestic classical-style church. The pure black color looks solemn and dignified, and it has all the elements that a sacred and magnificent church should have: a forest of intricate spires, towering and majestic flying buttresses, simple walls engraved with reliefs, dazzling stained glass windows, dark marble steps, 120 circular colonnades, pointed arches, pilasters, stained window lattices, statues of the Virgin... Anyone who sees this church with their own eyes cannot help but marvel at its majesty and magnificence.

However, what is even more eye-catching is the sturdy gun barrel extending from the open magnificent bronze door surrounded by fourteen black obelisks on the front of the church. Its length is even longer than the chariot itself. After passing the turret at the front of the deck and the 124 magic secondary guns arranged on it, it is like a spear in the hand of a god, with the stern muzzle pointing straight at its enemy, faintly emitting the smell of dust and smoke.

150 meters in length and 20 meters in caliber, these are the precise data about this main gun. It is hard to imagine how much steel and effort were spent on its construction, and what kind of monster the designer had in mind as the imaginary enemy to write such exaggerated numbers on the blueprint. But if you knew the reputation of the gods who had fallen under this gun barrel, you probably wouldn't doubt it.

Behind the church, there were 28 towering chimneys, spewing hot white steam all the time, gathering into a vast ocean visible to the naked eye. If one's eyesight was good enough, one could see the white steam mixed with magic power similar to star spots, which was the high-energy magic power that was uncontrollably discharged during the overload operation of the magic engine. Because it was too pure, it lost its original function and could only be released naturally.

Churches and cannons, religion and war, transcendent rationality and primitive wildness, all perfectly presented to everyone through the arrival of this man-made weapon. Every pair of dazed eyes could see that the steel chariot gradually slowed down and stopped at the end of the track. At this time, it had not yet completely entered the Salia wilderness area, but the cold and gloomy muzzle had already brought its enemies within the range of its firing. It only needed the operator's order to completely wipe out the opponent's existence without leaving even a trace. In fact, it did so.

Under the black clouds, the cold muzzle began to move, slowly calibrating its direction.

Feeling threatened, the huge beast instinctively paused for a moment, and then a low roar burst out of its mouth, which seemed to be intimidating and threatening.

Inside the main turret control room, Chief Judge Fei Er, who was a completely different person from before, ignored the enemy's reaction and gave orders in a calm tone: "Command Center, report parameters."

"Data center, report to me after calculating the parameters."

"Power room, the furnace array maintains 360 knots of power and prepares for magic diversion."

"Conviction Cannon, prepare for firing."

……

"Then, then, then, what is that!" Alice came back to her senses from her daze and fell into an indescribable state of excitement. Ling'er had rarely seen her so excited, and she was even a little incoherent: "Is it, is it, is it Gundam? Ugh, don't call all super mechas Gundam! Is that Macross!? Or is it Sincario? It can't be the real Demon God Getter, right? Ling'er, I want this!"

What nonsense is she talking about?
Lingge ignored her, his eyes fixed on the magnificent steel chariot, seeing the main gun extending from the black church slowly changing position and calibrating direction, imagining the force that would tear the world apart when it fired, his restless heart suddenly calmed down. He was muttering something in a low voice, and Alice, who was very angry at being ignored, forced herself to move closer. After listening carefully, she realized that what he said was -

"Earth Witch."

"The Feiyemente..."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)