"Are you ready to meet that power at the expense of your own life?" asked the giant Pope in a heavy tone.

"Yes, I've been prepared long ago. Perhaps this is the other side of fate that the profession of [Slaughter] should reach."

Faced with Jota with a firm attitude, he even briefly forgot that he was the one who proposed to use the "Ancient God and Demonic Machinery".

Sensuality told him that he should stop Jota from dying and find a better solution. But reason told him that the current unfavorable situation requires Jota, the [Slaughter], to come forward.

Even if he lost his will after driving the "Ancient God and Demon Machinery" and turned into a killing machine, as long as his destructive power is strong enough... to attract enough firepower from humans, the remaining lost people in the Giant Church will have time to prepare. They either escape to the camp further north and leave the quiet highland, or make a desperate bet, choose to break into the center of the silent highland with the Dark Night Church River, and try to enter the divine realm of the "Daughter of Mechanism".

With his head raised and his hands on the armrest of the silver throne carved with the "Silver Red Riding Flower" pattern, the giant pope stared at the magic source water gas lamp that was flashing with increasingly dim light, and nodded with difficulty.

Immediately, he picked up the beast-headed scepter with his left hand, hovered in the air with his right hand and said:

"'Changing wishes' and 'Wubai', since you two regular cardinals are here, you will naturally be responsible for the security and protection of the underground camp. My requirements are only one thing, humans must never break through the core post."

"Understand." "Change the will" and "Wusheng" bowed and agreed.

"And Lance, you have been silent. I know you have a lot of things you want to express. I know you are very tired and shy during this period. This is not important. Now, you will lead Jota to the living area to rest and maintain sufficient physical strength. Tonight, I will send others to the warehouse to find materials for making potions and make them for Jota. You four will remember that at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, you will still come to the "Sublimation Office Area" and don't have to come to this temporary combat command room anymore. Just go to the "Mechanical Experimental Area" where there is a lot of space." The giant Pope continued to order.

"Yes, your majesty!" said the four, and this time, kneeling on their knees at the same time, and offering to the giant Pope the etiquette that he only exercised when facing the gods and the Lord.

Looking at the four people, the giant pope said nothing, nodded slightly, waved his right hand, and watched the four people leave the relatively spacious and well-decorated "temporary combat command room".

...

The Sunny Empire, the "Sand District" of the silent highland, the underground camp of the Giant Church, and the "Sublimation Office Area".

The "Wishing" that just returned to the Giant Church obviously did not have the intention to sleep well. The battle situation became worse and more difficult day by day.

In addition, he fought with Wright and Ivan a few days ago. Not only was his own game of magic power and extraordinary power at a disadvantage, but the three magic powers that belonged to "light", "dark" and "water source" in his body were almost exhausted and had not been replenished much. Moreover, the evil soul he had released in order to achieve "giant alienation" was now very weak, which led to his poor mental and physical condition now. If it weren't for the triangular building block, it would be difficult for "condensing your wishes" to maintain sanity.

Therefore, he opened his eyes all night and looked at the dark and dim ceiling of the dormitory. It was not until the gas lamps that were maintained by the magic power were turned on one after another, and the anxious whistle and the vibration caused by the bombardment of the artillery "pulled" him off the bed.

Seeing that the time of the old-fashioned clock at the head of the bed was pointed at "9:45", he reluctantly wore a black magician robe, wore an old-fashioned mechanical armor outside, and after taking the elevator, he quickly walked towards the corridor leading to the "Sublimation Office Area" and the "Mechanical Test Area".

"Oh, are you here?" "Wusheng", who had been waiting for a long time, waved his palm as wide as a cloak and greeted "Ningyuan" with a heavy voice and a smile.

"Here you come." "Ningyuan" nodded, his face full of fatigue.

"Uh, it's so early. In the past, when there was no war, our Pope never cared about the passage of time. He often only saw his old figure at 10 or 12 o'clock. But this period is an exception. After all, now is the time for our life and death." "Wusheng" said in a semi-taught tone.

"Why are you worried? This is not like you, 'Wusheng'. I remember you didn't blink when you opened the human body with your bare hands. I still remember you said that you like the feeling of bloody smell mixed with the smell of urine. You especially like the howling and crying of humans before facing death, which will make you feel particularly intoxicated." "Ningyuan" said with a blank look.

"After all, death did not come to us at that time. It was really pleasant, or refreshing to 'bully' others in the posture of an attacker. When I turned from a hunter to a prey, I could feel the fear of those humans. To be honest," "Wusheng" sighed, and his right hand subconsciously grabbed his hemp rope-like hair and said:

"I really don't want Jota to die. I would rather sacrifice myself to the 'Ancient God and Demon Machine'."

"You are wrong, 'no life'." "Ningyuan" interrupted him and said:

"'Ancient God and Demon Machine' itself needs sacrifices. You are so big, you will definitely be worth 10 elite losers. It's okay if you want to sacrifice."

"But didn't His Majesty the Pope hand over the protection work to both of us? We have more important tasks. Relatively speaking, we can create value more than death." "No Life" defended.

"It's really hypocritical." "Ningyuan" gave him a blank look:

"I originally thought that the three major churches that believe in the Lord and God will always produce a few truly faithful people. It seems that the ugly and sinful emotions of human beings will never be removed from us, like dog skin plaster. Forget it, let alone this, how are you and Your Majesty prepared by the potion that Jota wants? I remember he mentioned it."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Of course... it's ready." "Wusheng" pointed to a lead box placed in a dark corner that was not easy to detect.

"The material of this potion..." "Ningyuan" took two steps forward, looked at the material of the box, and guessed:

"Will not add the by-product of Urim ore?"

"You guessed it right, of course, that's why it is wrapped in lead. If it is completely exposed to the air, it will emit a soft blue light, like being in the vast deep sea, staring at the spiritual light reflected by the water." "No Life" introduced in a poetic tone.

"It is radiation. To use the physics data left over from the Cruzd Empire interpreted by the empire, it is best not to touch or approach anything that will shine without energy sources." "Changing the vow" reminds "no life".

"Why?" "Wusheng" touched his head and said in confusion.

"It will constantly spread invisible waves and particles outwards, and those things are so tiny that no solid body can intercept them. They are like bullets running at high speed, constantly penetrating, attacking any cell in your body, and eventually destroying them to pieces." "Ning Wan" explained.

"Then... something like radiation is a bad thing, it is completely worthless? Should I destroy it?" "Wusheng" joked in a sarcastic tone, turning his head to look at "Ning Wan".

"No, of course not." "Ningyuan" showed a smile on his face as a fool and continued to explain patiently:

"The future may be the near future when the empire defeats our three major churches and reconstructs order. The empire may enter the "Electrical Age" and "Information Age". At that time, humans will use the substances that emit radiation to obtain energy. Those energy can bring lasting electricity, powerful power, and even help them to move towards the stars. I learned from an imperial scientist that the ambition of the Ivant, the crown prince of the empire, is probably far more than destroying us. What he might want is to go deeper into the universe and listen to the call of the Creator in person."

"But 'Change', do you want to know about other materials of the potion? I'm curious about the effects of the potion made by these things. I think even if Jota needs to sacrifice, there should be no pain." "Wusheng" suggested.

"I hope to hear the details."

"This potion is called 'The Sob of the Ancient God', and its material is Urim ore powder, [Water ore], [Dark ore], 'Turbidden Inner Rolling Flower' juice, the hearts of the lost compatriots, the claws of the silent wolf clan, the blood of the leader of the blood clan, the powder of the wreckage of the ancient god, oil, and most importantly, MB-1528: the shriveled bodies of corrupt mosquitoes and flies."

"What is the way to make the potion? I'm also very curious." "Ningyuan" asked.

"The specific preparation steps are not very difficult. First grind all the ores into powder, put them in the blood of the "Blood Clan Leader" in proportion, then pour in solid powder, and finally put in biological material. Then pour in the flame magic source power in my body and boil it. After the whole material becomes a sticky blue-ray substance, add some of my blood, then fill it up and put it in a lead box. Well, that's it, that's it." "Wusheng" explained.

"There is an 'incoated flower', which seems to be an attempt to suppress Jota's mania as the [Slaughterer]. Other materials are coordinated with the 'Ancient Gods and Demons' and belong to the normal category. 'Correction of mosquitoes and flies', so ugly monsters are also materials?" "Ningyuan" was a little surprised:

"It seems that this potion is to guide Jota to make some physical change. After all, the 'corrupt mosquitoes and flies' not only have the ability to change their body state, but also can output a kind of mucus through the mouthpart. Any physical tissue touched by the mucus will become crystals."

"Crystal?" "Wusheng" is a little confused.

...

"Wusheng" and "Ningyuan" chatted for about 20 minutes. It was not until the giant Pope walked by with a beast-headed scepter and a calm face and dressed in an extremely neat manner that they stopped making all the meaningless speculations.

Along the long and quiet corridor, the four of them walked for about 10 minutes, and passed a giant steel gate with red and black paint less than five meters, and finally a huge and wide space in front of them appeared in front of them.

The size of the space is like a factory, with two skylights open on the distant top, and the light from the outside is slightly penetrated.

The space is a cylinder as a whole. Looking upward, around the wall, there is a circle of narrow platforms surrounded by handrails at every fixed position for people to stand and look down from a high place.

In the early stages of the construction of the "Sublimation Office Area", it was forcibly expanded by the young man with the "Sublimation Gene".

For nothing else, it is for a dream with a prophetic nature.

Of course, now when the four of them recalled this bizarre story, their hearts must be filled with complex emotions.

Without further ado, the giant pope stood still and gestured to the three people behind him, and then stepped forward and walked towards the center of the wide space. After inserting the scepter into the center of a "magic array" carved with strange and complex patterns, he turned around and joked:

"I haven't come for a few days. When did this magic circle called 'Ancient God Totem' have so much water added? You won't clean it up."

Then, he scooped a little with his hand, put it to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked it, and looked at the accumulated water and the white objects below and said, "It's strange that it's half like water, and half not like water. But when did there be so many withered cereus here? Is this the gods crying for us to turn on the 'ancient gods and demon weapons'?"
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