Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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"Activate the heart of the furnace!"

With Hillan's roar, the atomic clock sped up, with gears and levers interacting with each other.

Boom, boom, the metal body is as high as a mountain, but such an object cannot exist at all. Its frame will be crushed by its own weight and armor. The huge rollers pull the cables made of spiritual materials, transporting the components with a precision that is absolutely impossible for normal mechanisms. They make a thunderous sound before the rainy night, and work together to activate the body of the spirit without will.

"There is not enough fuel! Your Highness! The Lord's body has already activated one. Without the Lord's power, the remaining fuel is not enough to ignite the furnace again!"

A saint wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in embarrassment. He had enough qualifications and power to name a church after himself, but he still behaved like a young man who had just entered the workshop before the sudden disaster of destroying the country. Everyone was busy in their positions nervously, and looked at the heart of the furnace that was getting brighter and brighter but never reached the critical point with worried eyes. The Lord allows them, as explorers, to look at the body of God with analysis and knowledge-seeking eyes, but does not allow them to make changes without authorization—not to mention that they themselves do not have this ability.

The huge underground building was filled with the sound of machinery operating everywhere, and the roaring sound of metal collisions covered up his shouts. He could not leave his work station, so he had to shout as loud as possible: "Your Highness! Your Highness! The fuel reserves are rapidly increasing." reduce!"

Hillan is a middle-aged man with a serious and square face. He has a strong body and a capable temperament. He seems to be a professor of mechanical manufacturing in a certain university. Most people in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery have the temperament of both craftsmen and professors.

He raised his arm and picked up a flat rectangular parallelepiped. The camera behind it projected a picture directly in front of him.

There was a soft sound, and a young and handsome figure quickly appeared on the screen. His clothes and hair were soaked at this moment, and a huge alchemical matrix was implanted into the land, creating a huge wall following the principle of "equal substitution". The wall takes advantage of alchemical flaws to continuously absorb the vitality of the sea water and grow and lengthen continuously. But there was still heavy rain pouring down from above like water.

If you look closely, it is indeed splashing water, because it is not rain, but waves after waves that are not blocked by the high wall.

The picture has complete colors, 1:1 life size, and is translucent. If those scenes and Bonova Gustave who appeared in them were not emitting a faint blue light, it might really make people think that this is what is happening here.

If a professor in the communications industry who knew nothing about the extraordinary appeared here, he would be shocked by the scene in front of him - the "Rosell handheld communication device" that was considered incomprehensible and impossible to exist has long been steamed. The Church technically achieved it, even more perfectly!

Judging from the fact that the second generation of the Difference Engine is still a manuscript, and the most advanced communication equipment is still the telegraph machine, it is not an exaggeration to say that such a small prop that looks like a palace mirror is extremely valuable.

"Bonoit, report the situation!"

Bonova Gustave in the picture opened his mouth, but a huge shadow came towards him. A certain area of ​​the alchemical dam collapsed, and a huge amount of seawater and a metal block the size of a house hit the water. Here, a new vortex is created.

After a full five seconds, the angel emerged from the water that contained the pressure and anger of the tyrant and climbed onto a piece of driftwood.

Bonova looked towards the west, and then said in a low voice:

"The sea water of the Sea is spreading to the central plateau, fifteen meters above sea level, and has not yet surpassed the lowest one in the Honakis Mountains."

Fifteen meters above sea level...that is to say, it is enough to submerge most of the ground in Intis, leaving only a few cathedral spiers and the head of the statue of Emperor Russell in Trier! Hillan suddenly felt that the entire large workshop was a little quieter:

"Report the damage!"

"Everything north of the Honakis Mountains was flooded, and there were almost no survivors."

Almost not - Hillan's first thought was to reprimand Bonois for using this vague word. Unclear words such as "probably", "maybe" and "almost" cannot appear in the dictionary of craftsmen. An error of one centimeter or even one millimeter may lead to earth-shaking results. The sound of documents and metal tools falling to the ground came to his ears. Several senior deacons of the "Mechanical Heart" who were suspected to be from the north looked at him blankly, and also looked at the projected picture blankly, seeming to want to find something from it. The shadow of home.

But there was nothing there, just a vast ocean with angels standing on driftwood.

Hillan began to feel that there might be some benefit to such a vague statement - almost nothing, it always gives people a little hope, even if everyone knows that it should be "definitely not".

Bonova pinched his clothes and squeezed out a few drops of water from his soaked sleeves. His body quickly began to heat up, and all his clothes were dried in less than five seconds, and his hair seemed to be more fluffy than before.

He maintained the stability of the piece of driftwood he was standing on, and could see that everything on and under the sea was a mess.

In the sea water under your feet are the remains of the washed-out house. The relatively stable foundation is still on the ground (or under the water), but the glass is shattered and the furniture is missing. There were messy debris and dead marine life floating on the sea. The waves came one after another, and the sea water was turbid. Bonova saw a hand stretched out from the sea a few hundred meters away, which seemed to be speaking. He asked for help, but then he discovered that it was just a ferocious severed limb. All the human body connected to the arm disappeared, and fresh blood continued to flow out of the broken part.

This was quite a shocking scene, but Bonova didn't react much.

“What is the Lord’s will?”

“The Lord has not yet given the oracle, what is your choice?”

Facing the most pious angel, Xierlan carefully considered his words: "Guard Intis and the believers of the Lord."

"Then light the hearth, Siran."

The remains of steel accumulated, providing material for the alchemical dam.

Bonova persevered against the waves to repair the broken metal wall in the water under his feet, allowing it to grow again, higher than the sea level, blocking the continuous influx of seawater, even though this was actually to no avail. When He heard the prayer, the cold sea water poured into countless houses and people's mouths and noses. People were blocked back by the turbulent sea water before they could escape.

They lacked oxygen and drowned, turning into floating corpses one after another, reaching the ceiling, or floating out and swaying with the fluctuations of the sea currents.

There was a gurgling sound in their throats at first, but it soon became silent.

A large amount of negative emotions and the pain of death poured into the minds of the two angels. They frowned in unison. They were affected by strong emotions in a short period of time, which made them feel uncomfortable as if the gears were stuck.

"Lighting the hearth is the only way."

Bonova's tone was calm, like a daily conversation, but also like an order: "Use me or you."

"You are too far away. Rushing back now will cause more casualties. It is the most efficient choice for me to act as the heart of the furnace."

"OK."

A concise and efficient end to the conversation. Hillan answered, turned around, and saw that the senior deacons who were at a loss just now had adjusted their emotions and were picking up the fallen documents and tools as quickly as possible to make up for their mistakes.

"Maintain the stable operation of the holy body."

He handed the communication device to the saint standing beside him, and the ground under Xierlan's feet gradually deformed and reorganized, transforming the simplest piece of metal into a perfect and advanced foot-operated flame-jet floating device. The surrounding saints and senior deacons suddenly stared straight-eyed. A group of craftsmen craned their necks, and the sound of wiping and putting on glasses was heard endlessly. Some people even asked the assistant alchemy dolls around them to help record the entire modification process.

Xierlan was not surprised by the reactions of the people around him. The moment he made a decision, his logical circuit immediately weighed the pros and cons.

He left an alchemy doll of his own outside, as well as backup data and memories. If something happens to him, it is not unacceptable to let that doll continue to live as his new "self", but the status of an angel depends on God's will.

The flame aircraft slowly rose into the air, and after rising for tens of meters, it reached the chest of the huge metal giant.

He continued to rise, rising to the position of his head. Then Hillan raised his hand, and the tightly-fitted armor plate on the metal giant's chest slowly opened a gap. He floated up from the aircraft and stepped on the growing metal. into that gap.

The strong high temperature hit instantly. One second, Xierlan's hair was blown upward by the hot wind, and the next second, it was turned into ashes along with his skin and coat. His flesh and blood showed a metallic luster and quickly turned into a bright red color under the high temperature, as if it would turn into a red-hot skeleton in the next moment.

Xierlan's body began to melt and turned into liquid metal, all of which fell into the heart of the furnace on his chest.

Boom!

With the entry of authority, the liquid metal and spiritual fireworks became entangled, burning and rising continuously.

Under the eyes of the senior officials of the Church of Steam and Machinery in amazement and reverence, the giant as tall as a mountain began to vibrate, and its outer shell and interior were self-renewing with the infusion of authority, taking on a silvery white sheen!

Xierlan suddenly felt as if he had entered an extremely empty place, as if his whole body was being burned by fire, and he could not see anything clearly. It also seemed that his limbs were firmly fixed to the ground, and not even a finger could touch him. Can't feel it.

He immediately understood what had happened - this was a body prepared for God and could not be driven by angels. He is now like a baby wearing an adult's full-metal diving suit, unable to even stretch out and touch the ends of his limbs!

It doesn't matter...even a baby can at least move his hands if his whole body is stuffed into the sleeves.

He tried hard to feel his arms that no longer existed, and relied on meditation to imagine his disintegrated fingertips. Then, Xierlan "closed his eyes", listened to the prayers of the believers, and moved slowly and with difficulty. finger.

"Bonova Gustave, coordinates confirmed..."

The fire in the heart of the furnace suddenly became brighter, and the giant's body shook, shaking everyone standing on the metal connecting bridge.

The right arm of the metal body made an extremely slow grabbing movement. At the moment when the craftsmen held their breath and concentrated, all the energy was transferred to this hand in an instant. The right arm of the body was raised high with difficulty, facing He waved it in the air.

A high silver-white wall that was dozens of times stronger than Bonova's alchemy suddenly rose up from the waves, isolating the waves.

…

When the God of Steam and Machinery noticed that Intis was being hit by a tsunami, the waves had already overtaken Tilis.

He subconsciously wanted to help, but as soon as his attention began to shift, the original witch who was bound in the chest also moved her eyes and the corners of her mouth were vaguely raised, as if waiting for him to relax. own suppression.

Anger and chill instantly swept through most of the God of Steam and Machinery's thoughts. He had to temporarily suppress it. While listening to the shouts of the believers, he restrained his desire to surrender and continued to devote all his attention to suppressing Chike. body.

In the spiritual world of the confrontation, Chick stepped on the spider threads all over the sky and suddenly turned his neck.

He smiled at Medici, who was struggling with endless corpses:

"The God of Steam and Machinery is almost unable to suppress me. Guess how long he can hold on?"

Medici turned the incoming corpses into ashes once again with a fire. His eyes slid over the Dragon King City Levished, which was tied up in layers of spider silk and hung in mid-air, with a frivolous smile on his face. Not a drop of meaning is missing.

"I really don't know how you have the nerve to regard the Pale Disaster as your record. From your name to your record, does one point have anything to do with you?"

"All you have left is your stubbornness, Medici."

The snake changed its angle and attacked Medici, but Chike was as unmoved as a spider in the center of a cobweb:

"Everything you are proud of doesn't seem to be very strong, it's just bluffing. Sure enough, records without witnesses and insiders are useless. When you can't come up with the feast of betrayal, I should Know you're just bluffing."

"Haha, the God of War who once had an extremely glorious record may not even be able to meet the requirements of the ceremony to become a god now. Don't you feel very pitiful about yourself, Medici?"

"Hehehe, idiot."

Medici plucked his ears with 120,000 disdains. This behavior combined with his current face once again gave Chike a very bad impression: "Don't you even have a brain? You haven't noticed my strength. Isn’t it more than sequence one?”

While he was thinking about how to retreat and how to delay time, he kept outputting:

"Then guess who restored my strength?"

Chick frowned, then relaxed: "Is that important to me?"

"Behind you is the Creator. Everyone knows this. Besides, who else would..."

Before he finished speaking, Chike's eyes as bright as obsidian suddenly widened, almost popping out of their sockets. He watched helplessly as layers of gray mist suddenly emerged around Medici. Then, a tall figure passed through the blockade of the God of Steam and Machinery, passed through his own spiritual barrier, and came from the extreme. He cast his gaze from a high place, looking flatly at himself across countless spaces.

Medici was also stunned.

The moment he was touched by the gray mist, he suddenly had the idea that his body would lose control, so that he immediately tensed up his whole body and acted on alert to fight.

This was quite unwise, as if to say that he and his reinforcements did not actually have a good relationship. Fortunately, the original witch did not notice.

Medici reacted quickly. He hid his dullness very well and even continued to laugh twice with bravado. But the next moment, he and the original witch couldn't laugh together, because they both watched helplessly at the same time. The ethereal figure made of gray mist moved slightly and smiled meaningfully at them.

Then, he put a crystal-polished monocle on his right eye.

TBC

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Medici: 6.

The Fool: I'm sorry, Medici, I'm really not spiritual anymore, just take a look... ah?