Really weird

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"Start the heart of the furnace!"

With Hillland's roar, the atomic clock accelerated its operation, and the gears and levers acted on each other.

Boom, Boom, the body made of metal is as high as a mountain, but such an object is impossible to exist at all. Its skeleton will be crushed by its own weight and armor. The huge rollers pull the cables made of spiritual materials, and carry the parts at a precision that normal mechanisms will never be able to achieve. They make thunderous sounds before the rainy night, and work together to activate the body of the god without will.

"There is not enough fuel! Your Highness! One of the Lord's bodies has been activated. Without the Lord's power, the remaining fuel is not enough to ignite the heart of the furnace again!"

A saint wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in a mess. His qualifications and strength were enough to name the church after himself, but he still acted like a young man who had just entered the workshop before the sudden disaster of destruction. Everyone was busy in their positions nervously, and looked at the heart of the furnace that was more and more inventive but still could not reach the critical point with a worrying look. The Lord allowed them to look at the body of God as an explorer, with analysis and knowledge-seeking eyes, but did not allow them to make changes without authorization - not to mention that they themselves do not have the ability.

The huge underground building was filled with the sound of mechanical storm. The roaring metal collision covered his shouting. He could not leave his workstation, so he had to shout as loudly as possible: "Your Highness! Your Highness! Fuel reserves are decreasing rapidly!"

Hillland is a middle-aged man with a serious and square face, strong body and capable temperament, as if he was a professor in a certain university majoring in machinery manufacturing. 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 rectangle, and the camera behind him projected a picture directly in front of him.

With a light sound, the picture quickly outlined a young and handsome figure. His clothes and hair were soaked at this moment, and a huge alchemy matrix was implanted into the land. Following the principle of "equal replacement", a huge wall was created. The walls used the defects of alchemy to continuously absorb the vitality of sea water and continuously grow and extend. But there was still a huge rain sprinkled from above like water splashing.

Boom!

Medici once again turned the corpse that was pouring into ashes with a fire. His eyes slid from the dragon king city Livicid, which was tied up and hung in the air by spider silk. His frivolous smile on his face remained unabashed.

"You are too far away. Now you will cause more casualties when you come back. I will act as the heart of the furnace. The most efficient choice."

“Report the scope of the disaster!”

It took a full five seconds before the angel floated out of the sea water containing the pressure and anger of the tyrant and climbed onto a driftwood.

Before he finished speaking, Chik's pair of obsidian-like bright eyes suddenly widened, almost out of his eyes. He watched layer upon layer of gray mist suddenly appear beside Medic. Immediately afterwards, a tall figure passed through the blockade of the God of Steam and Machinery, passed through His own spiritual barrier, cast his sight from the extreme heights, and quietly passed through countless spaces, looking at himself.

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

"Then guess, who helped me restore my strength?"

...

Anger and chill instantly swept through most of the thoughts of the God of Steam and Machinery. He had to temporarily suppress it, listening to the cry of the believers, while restraining his desire to descend to God and continuing to devote all his thoughts to suppress Chik.

This was quite a mistake, as if he was saying that he had a bad relationship with his reinforcements, but fortunately, the primitive witch didn't notice it.

The flame aircraft slowly took off, and after rising for dozens of meters, it reached the position of the huge metal giant's chest.

In the marveling and reverent eyes of the top leaders of the Steam and Mechanical Church, the giant as tall as the mountain vibrated, and the shell and interior renewed themselves with the infusion of authority, with a silvery luster!

Hillland suddenly felt as if he had entered an extremely empty place, as if his whole body was burned by fire. He could not see anything clearly, and it seemed that his limbs were firmly fixed to the ground, unable to even feel a finger.

If a communications professor who knows nothing about extraordinary appears here, he will be shocked by the scene before him - the "Russell handheld communication equipment" that is considered incomprehensible and impossible to exist will have long been technically realized by Steam Church, even more perfect!

Facing the most pious angel, Hillan pondered his words for a moment: "Preserve Intis and the believers of the Lord."

"Hahaha, idiot."

"Haha, the God of War, who once had an extremely brilliant record, may not even meet the requirements of the God-making ceremony. Don't you feel very pitiful, Medic?"

He continued to rise, reaching the position of his head, and then Hillan raised his hand, and the armor plate with tightly stitched on the chest of the metal giant slowly moved away a gap. He floated up from the aircraft and walked into the gap while stepping on the growing metal.

Fifteen meters above sea level... In other words, it is enough to submerge most of the ground of Intis, leaving only a few cathedral spires and the head of the statue of Rossell in Trier! Hillland suddenly felt that the entire workshop was quieter:

"What is your choice yet for the Lord?"

As authority enters, liquid metal and spiritual fireworks tangle, burn and rise.

They drowned in an oxygen-deficient manner, turning into floating corpses after floating, hitting the ceiling, or floating out and shaking with the fluctuations of the sea current.

"Bonova, report on the situation!"

Chik frowned and then stretched out: "Is that important to me?"

"The Creator is behind you. Everyone knows this. Besides that, who else can..."

Their throats started to make a sound of water, and they soon became silent.

He subconsciously wanted to give a helping hand, but as soon as his attention was changing, the primitive witch, who was bound in his chest, moved his eyes and the corners of his mouth faintly curled up, as if waiting for His relaxed suppression of himself.

Medic was stunned, too.

Medic reacted quickly, and he hid his sluggishness well, and even continued to laugh twice, but the next moment he and the primordial witch could not laugh, because they both watched the misty figure of gray mist move slightly, giving them some meaningful smiles.

The concise and efficient conversation ended. Hillland answered and turned his head. He saw that the senior deacons who were still 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.

The silver-white wall, dozens of times stronger than Bonova's alchemy, suddenly rose in the waves, isolating the waves.

The picture is complete in color, 1:1 life-sized, translucent. If it weren't for the slight blue light of those scenes and Bonova Gustav who appeared in it, it would have really made people feel that it was happening here.

He smiled at Medic, who was fighting endless corpses:

Bonova looked into the west and 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 Hornaches Mountains."

Almost nothing - the first thing Hillland thought of was to rebuke Bonova's vague word. In the craftsman's dictionary, there should be no unclear words such as "probably", "maybe", "almost", and the error of one centimeter or even one millimeter can be seen, and the final result may be earth-shaking. The information and the sound of metal tools falling to the ground came from His ears. Several senior deacons suspected of being from the north looked at Him blankly, and also looked at the projected picture blankly, as if they wanted to find some shadows of their homeland.

A large amount of negative emotions and the pain of death poured into the minds of the two angels. They frowned at the same time, and were affected by strong emotions in a short period of time, which made them feel like they were stuck in a gear.

This was a pretty terrifying scene, but Bonova didn't react much.

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

He immediately understood what happened - this was a body prepared for God, not something that angels could drive. He is now like a baby wearing an adult's all-metal diving suit, unable to even stretch and touch the end of his body!

It doesn't matter... Even babies can at least move their palms as long as they stuff their entire body into their sleeves.

A strong high temperature came in an instant, Hillland's hair was blown up by the hot wind for a second, and the next second, it turned into ashes along with His skin and coat. His flesh and blood showed a metallic luster, and quickly turned into a burnt red in the high temperature, as if it would turn into a burnt skeleton in the next moment.

Bonova Gustav in the picture opened his mouth, but a huge shadow hit him, and a certain area of ​​the alchemy dam collapsed, and a huge amount of sea water and metal blocks of the size of the house were smashed into the water, creating a new vortex.

He tried hard to sense his arms that no longer existed, and by meditation he conceived his disintegrating fingertips. Then, Hillan "closed his eyes" and listened to the prayers of the believers, slowly and hardly, moving his fingers.

The fire in the heart of the furnace suddenly became brighter, and the giant's body swayed, shaking all the people standing on the metal connection bridge.

Judging from the development level of the second generation of differential machines, the second generation of manuscripts, and the most advanced communication equipment or telegraph machines, it is not an exaggeration to say that such a small prop that looks like a palace mirror is priceless.

The sea water at her feet was the wreckage of the washed-out house. The relatively stable foundation was still on the ground (or the bottom of the water), but the glass was broken and the furniture disappeared. There were messy debris and dead marine creatures floating on the sea surface. The waves rushed in wave after wave, and the sea water was turbid. Bonova saw a hand stretching out from the sea hundreds of meters away, as if asking for help. Then she found that it was just a hideous broken limb, and the human body connected to the arm disappeared, and fresh blood continued to flow out of the broken area.

I looked carefully and was indeed pouring water, because it was not rain, but waves after wave that could not be blocked by the high walls.

The moment he was touched by the gray mist, he suddenly had the idea that his body would lose control, so that he tightened his whole body at the first time and made a warning to the battle.

"Bonova Gustav, coordinate confirmation..."

"Lighting the heart of the furnace is the only way."

He maintained the stability of the driftwood he stood on, and could see that the sea surface and under the sea water were in chaos.

But there was nothing there, only a vast ocean, and the angels were drifting on driftwood.

"I really don't know where you have the attitude to treat the pale disaster as your record. Does any point have anything to do with you from your name to your record?"

Hillland began to feel that such vague rhetoric might have some benefits - almost nothing, and it always gives people a little insignificant hope, even if everyone knows it should be "certainly not".

Bonova persisted in repairing the broken metal walls of the water under her feet against the waves, allowing it to grow again, above the sea level, and blocking the continuous influx of sea water, even if it was ineffective. In the prayer he heard, the cold sea water poured into countless houses and people's mouths and noses, and before people could escape, they were blocked by the surging sea water.

“What is the will of the Lord?”

Bonova's tone was calm, like a daily conversation, or like a command: "Use me or you."

"Then let's light the heart of the furnace, Hillland."

He left his own alchemy doll outside, and also left behind backup data and memories. If something happened to him, it would not be unacceptable to let the doll continue to live as a new "self". However, the person of an angel needs to be determined by God's will.

While thinking about how to retreat, He thought about how to delay time, his mouth was still insisting on output:

In the spiritual world of confrontation, Chik stepped on the spider silks scattered all over the sky and suddenly turned his neck.

Medic took his ears with 120,000 disdain. This behavior and His current face once again gave Chick an extremely bad impression: "Do you don't even have a brain? Didn't you realize that my strength is more than sequence one at all?"

"OK."

When the God of Steam and Machinery noticed that Intis was under the tsunami, the waves had already spread through Tyris.

"Maintain the stable operation of the holy body."

"The north of the Hornatches Mountains was completely submerged, and there were almost no survivors."

The right arm of the metal body made a grip extremely slowly. Just as the craftsmen held their breath and focused, all the energy was transferred to this hand in an instant. The right arm of the body was raised high with difficulty and waved towards the air.

"You're all left to be stubborn, Medic."

He handed over the communication device to the saint standing beside him. The ground at Hillland's feet gradually deformed and reorganized, transforming a piece of simplest metal into a perfect and advanced foot-style flame-spraying floating device. The surrounding saints and senior deacons immediately looked straight, and a group of craftsmen stretched their necks, wiping glasses and wearing glasses sounded endlessly. Some even asked the alchemy dolls around him to help record the entire process of the modification.

Hillland's body began to melt and turned into liquid metal, all falling into the heart of the furnace in her chest.

The snake's hair changed its angle and attacked Medic, while Chik was as unmoved as a spider in the center of a spider web:

"What you are proud of doesn't seem to be very strong, it's just a fool. Sure enough, there is no use without witnesses and no insiders. When you can't come up with a banquet of betrayal, I should know that you are just bluffing."

"The God of Steam and Machinery is about to be unable to suppress me. How long can He last?"

Hillland was not surprised to respond to the people around him. The moment he made a decision, his logical circuit immediately weighed the interests.

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

TBC

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Medic:6.

Fool: Sorry, Medici, I really have no spirituality, just look...ah?
Chapter completed!