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

Chapter 363

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"Activate the hearth!"

With a growl from Hillan, the atomic clock picked up speed, gears and levers acting on each other.

Boom, boom, the body of metal was as tall as a mountain, but there was no way such an object could exist, its skeleton would collapse under its own weight and armor.The huge rollers pulled the cables made of spiritual materials, and moved the parts with a precision that was absolutely impossible for normal mechanisms. They made thunderous noises before a rainy night, and worked together to activate the body of the gods without will.

"Insufficient fuel! Your Highness! The Lord's body has already activated one, and without the Lord's power, the remaining fuel is not enough to ignite the furnace core again!"

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

The huge underground building was filled with the sound of machinery running everywhere, and the sound of roaring metal collisions covered his shouts, and he couldn't leave his station, so he had to shout as loud as possible: "Your Highness! Your Highness! The fuel reserves are running fast. reduce!"

Hillan was a middle-aged man with a serious and square face, with a strong body and a capable temperament, as if he was a professor of mechanical manufacturing in a university. Most people in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery had the temperament of a craftsman and a professor at the same time.

He raised his arm and picked up a flat cuboid, and the camera behind it projected a picture directly in front.

With a soft sound, a young and handsome figure was quickly outlined on the screen.His clothes and hair are soaked at this moment, and a huge alchemy matrix has been implanted into the ground, following the principle of "equal substitution" to create a huge wall.The wall utilizes the defects of alchemy to continuously absorb the vitality of seawater, and to grow and extend continuously.But there is still a majestic torrential rain pouring down from above like water.

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

The color of the picture is complete, 1:1 life size, translucent.If it weren't for the faint blue light emitted by those scenes and Bonova Gustave appearing in them, I'm afraid it would really make people feel that this is what is happening here.

If a professor of communication industry who knew nothing about extraordinary appeared here, he would be shocked by the scene in front of him - the "Rosell Handheld Communication Device", which was considered incomprehensible and impossible to exist, had long been steamed The church is technically realized, and even more perfect!

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 development level of the telegraph, it is not an exaggeration to say that such a small prop like a palace mirror is invaluable.

"Bonova, report the situation!"

In the picture, Bonova Gustave opened his mouth, but a huge shadow fell towards him, and a certain section of the alchemy dam collapsed, and a huge amount of sea water and a metal block the size of a house fell on the water. , creating a new vortex.

It took a full five seconds for the angel to emerge from the sea containing the coercion and anger of a tyrant and climb onto a piece of driftwood.

Bonova looked towards the west, and then said in a low voice:
"The sea water in the middle sea is spreading towards the central plateau, 15 meters above sea level, and has not yet surpassed the lowest one in the Hornacis Mountains."

It is 15 meters above sea level... That is to say, it is enough to submerge most of the ground of Intis, leaving only a few cathedral spiers and the head of the statue of Emperor Roselle in Trier!Hilland suddenly felt that the whole workshop was a bit quiet:

"Report the extent of the disaster!"

"All north of the Hornages Mountains were submerged, and there were almost no survivors."

Hardly—Herland's first thought was to reprimand Bonova for this vague word. In the dictionary of craftsmen, unclear words such as "probably", "perhaps", and "almost" cannot appear. An error of one centimeter or even one millimeter may eventually lead to earth-shaking results.He heard the sound of materials and metal tools falling to the ground. Several senior deacons of "Mechanical Heart" who were suspected to be from the north looked at him blankly, and also looked at the projected picture blankly, as if they wanted to find some information from it. The shadow of home.

But there is nothing there, just a vast ocean, and the angel is floating on the driftwood.

Sheeran began to feel that such a vague statement might have some benefits—almost none, and it always gave people a little hope, even if everyone knew it should be "certainly not."

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

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

In the sea water under your feet are the wreckage of houses that have been washed away. The relatively stable foundations are still on the ground (or underwater), but the glass is shattered and furniture has disappeared.There were messy debris and dead marine life floating on the sea surface, and the waves came one after another, making the sea water turbid. Bonova saw a hand stretched out on the sea several hundred meters away, as if to I asked for help, only to find out that it was just a hideous severed limb. The human body connected by the arm had disappeared, and fresh blood continued to flow out of the fracture.

It was quite a scary scene, but Bonova didn't react too much.

"What is the will of the Lord?"

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

Facing the most devout angel, Hirland slightly considered his words: "Guard Intis and the believers of the Lord."

"Then light the hearth, Sheeran."

The remains of iron and steel piled up, providing materials for the alchemy dam.

Bonova persevered against the waves, repairing the broken metal wall in the water beneath him, allowing it to grow again, above sea level, to keep out the influx of water, even if it didn't help.During the prayer He heard, icy sea water poured into the mouths and noses of countless houses and people, and the people were blocked by the raging sea water before they could escape.

They drowned due to lack of oxygen, and turned into floating corpses one after another, hitting the ceiling, or floating out and shaking with the fluctuations of the ocean current.

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

A lot of negative emotions and the pain of death poured into the minds of the two angels, they frowned in unison, and 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 very calm, like a daily conversation, and like an order: "Use me or you."

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

"Ok."

Concise and efficient conversation ends.Hillan made an answer, turned his head, and saw that the senior deacons who were at a loss just now had adjusted their emotions and were picking up the dropped documents and tools as quickly as possible to make up for their mistakes.

"Maintain the stable operation of the holy body."

He handed over the communication device to the saint standing beside him, and the ground under Hillan's feet gradually deformed and reorganized, transforming a simple piece of metal into a perfect and advanced foot-operated flame-throwing floating device.The surrounding saints and senior deacons immediately stared straight at the eyes. A group of craftsmen stretched their necks, and the sound of cleaning and wearing glasses was heard endlessly. Some even asked the auxiliary alchemy dolls around them to help record the whole process of modification.

Hillan 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 one of his alchemy dolls outside, as well as backup data and memories.In case something happens to me, it is not unacceptable to let that puppet continue to live as a new "self", but the personality of an angel depends on God's will.

The flame aircraft lifted off slowly, and after rising tens of meters, it reached the chest of the huge metal giant.

He continued to rise, reaching the position of the head, and then Hieran raised his hand, and a gap was slowly moved from the tight-fitting armor plate on the metal giant's chest. He floated up from the aircraft, stepped on the growing metal into that gap.

The intense heat hit instantly, and Hillan's hair was blown up by the hot wind one second, and turned into ashes together with his skin and coat the next second.His flesh and blood showed a metallic luster, and quickly turned into a burnt red under the high temperature, as if it would turn into a red-hot skeleton in the next moment.

Hillan's body began to melt, turning into liquid metal, and all of it fell into the furnace heart on his chest.

Boom!

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

Under the amazed and reverent eyes of the upper echelons of the Church of Steam and Mechanics, the giant as tall as a mountain vibrated, and the outer shell and the inner part renew themselves with the infusion of authority, taking on a silvery white luster!
Hillan suddenly felt as if he had entered an extremely empty place, as if his whole body was being scorched by fire, he couldn't see anything clearly, and it seemed that his limbs were firmly fixed on the ground, and even a single finger Can't feel it.

He immediately understood what had happened—this was a body prepared for God, not something an angel could drive.He is now like a baby in an adult's full metal diving suit, unable to even stretch out and touch the extremities of his limbs!
It doesn't matter... Even a baby, as long as the whole body is tucked into the sleeves, can at least move the palm.

He tried hard to perceive his non-existent arm, relying on meditation to conceive of his disintegrated fingertips. Then, Hillan "closed his eyes", listened to the prayers of the believers, and moved it slowly and with difficulty. finger.

"Bonois Gustav, coordinates confirmed..."

The fire in the heart of the furnace suddenly brightened, and the giant's body shook, shaking all the people standing on the metal connecting bridge.

The right arm of the metal body made a grasping movement extremely slowly. At the moment when the craftsmen held their breaths and concentrated, all the energy was transferred to this hand in an instant, and the right arm of the body was raised high with difficulty. waved in the air.

The silver-white high wall, which is dozens of times stronger than Bonova's alchemy, suddenly rose in 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 passed Tilis.

He subconsciously wanted to help, but as soon as his attention tended to divert, the Primordial Witch who was bound in her chest moved her eyes and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if waiting for him to relax. own suppression.

Anger and chills instantly swept through most of the thoughts of the god of steam and machinery. He had to hold back temporarily. While listening to the cries of the believers, he restrained his desire to descend, and continued to devote all his thoughts to suppress Chick body.

In the confrontational spiritual world, Chick stepped on the spider webs 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 about to lose me, how long do you think he can last?"

Medici turned the pouring corpses into ashes again with a fire, and his eyes slid over the Dragon King City Levished, which was bound by layers of spider silk and hung in mid-air, with a frivolous smile on his face. I mean nothing less.

"I really don't know how you have the face to regard the pale disaster as your record. From name to record, does one point have something to do with you?"

"You only have to be stubborn, Medici."

The snake hair changed its angle and attacked Medici, while Chick remained unmoved like a spider in the center of a spider web:
"Everything you're proud of doesn't seem very strong, it's just bluffing. Sure enough, without witnesses and insiders, the record is useless. When you can't come up with a feast of betrayal, I should I know you're just bluffing."

"Hehe, the God of War, who once had an incomparably brilliant record, might not even be able to meet the requirements of the ceremony of becoming a god. Don't you feel very pitiful, Medici?"

"Hehehe, idiot."

Medici plucked his ears with 12 points of disdain. This behavior combined with his current face once again created an extremely bad impression on Chick: "Don't you even have a brain? You didn't realize that my strength is far beyond that." Sequence one?"

While he was thinking about how to retreat, he was thinking about how to delay the time, and his mouth was still insisting on outputting:

"Then guess who made me regain my strength?"

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

"Behind you is the Creator, everyone knows that, besides, who else would..."

Before he finished speaking, Chick's obsidian-like bright eyes suddenly widened, almost popping out of their sockets.He watched helplessly as layers of gray mist suddenly emerged from Medici's side, and then, a tall figure passed through the blockade of the god of steam and machinery, and passed through his own spiritual barrier, from the extreme He cast his line of sight from a high place, and looked at himself through countless spaces with a flat line of sight.

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 tensed up all over his body immediately, and acted as if he was on alert to fight.

This was quite a mistake, as if to say that the relationship between myself and my reinforcements was not very good, but fortunately, the original witch didn't notice.

Medici reacted quickly, he hid his sluggishness well, and even continued to bluff and laugh a few times, but the next moment he couldn't laugh with the original witch, because the two of them looked at the girl at the same time. The ethereal figure made of gray mist moved slightly, and smiled meaningfully at them.

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

TBC
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Medici: 6.

The Fool: I'm sorry, Medici, I really don't have any spirituality, just take a look... huh?

(End of this chapter)