Xia Xiu silently kept the data fire burning in his hands. This data flame was repairing [Mr. Brass]'s broken mechanical body and the "machine soul and fire" inside it.

The Mechatronics who believe in [McCaan] believe that fire is the source of life and soul of all mechanical creations. The machine servants who seek all principles regard fire as a mysterious and holy element. They associate fire with mechanical religion and mechanical philosophy.

Concepts are closely connected.

The followers of the God of Machines believe that every fire in Wanji (all machines) is part of the essence of the [God of Broken].

On the material level, fire is a physical entity that is preserved in the body of mechanical creations.

If the fire is irreparably damaged, it will "extinguish" and return to the arms of the Machine God (or to the Dragon Well of the Void on Mars). Once the fire is completely extinguished, the mechanical creation will be considered dead.

Mechanical creations can withstand extremely severe physical damage. As long as the fire remains intact, the damage can be repaired or the body can be rebuilt and the fire transferred into it.

Therefore, there is a poem about Broken that says:

"The original fire burns brightly

Waves surge above Taiyuan

The prime mover performs his destiny and forges the true way

The mystery is evaporating——"

The birth of fire is full of strange things. In addition to using [Fire Source] to ignite fire, the Mechanical Church has also found another way to produce the most fire, which is to devoutly worship mechanical creations and praise the God of all machines in unison - [Industrial University]

Church] was born from this.

Phew~

Phew~

At this moment, the surface of the repaired [Mr. Brass] flashed with electric arcs crazily. Then, he suddenly opened his mechanical eyes. When he opened his eyes, his [Individual Identification System] began to display a large amount of data.

The torrent was redundant, and the fire carrying its own memory, personality and soul began to have some kind of violent cognitive conflict.

His eyes were filled with a huge torrent of data.

[New fire source detected——]

[Start absorbing and repair——]

【Warning! Warning! Warning!】

[Unknown individual identification source!!!]

[Contact Think Tank*&%** School··Zheng~]

【Puff~】

[Consciousness center instructions start to be modified——]

【McCaan...False God!】

【God of All Machines···Ohm··Messiah!!!!】

【Praise Om Messiah!】

When [Mr. Brass] completely absorbed the fire provided by Xia Xiu, his perception completely changed.

He stood up from the shelf, came respectfully to the blond young man, knelt down as if he were meeting a monarch, and then stretched out his hands devoutly, while the blond young man extended his right hand thoughtfully.

[Mr. Brass] held the supreme right hand, the metal head gently approached the hand, and touched the azure ring on the index finger of his right hand as if giving a hand kiss.

"The sun and the moon, they will all praise you!

Stars that shine, they will all praise you!

The heavens of heaven and the waters of heaven will praise you!

Praise be to the great Om Messiah!!!”

When [Mr. Brass] sang loudly, Xia Xiu could feel that the somewhat weak [Broken Fire] in his body seemed to become a little stronger. Moreover, part of the broken knowledge inside began to repair, and this repaired part of the knowledge began to flow out.

into his mind.

Originally, the data flame in his body was like a matrix woven by millions of codes and algorithms, twisting and twisting from time to time, forming a seemingly chaotic but full of regular existence. They rotated, collided, and merged in space,

They release subtle energy during communication, connecting each other and unlocking forgotten memories.

Countless knowledge and information emerge from the exchanges between them, like a string of broken chapters, reorganized in the dark virtual space, hoping to find the lost fragments and tell a complete story, but no matter how they collide and reorganize

, the knowledge that emerges is chaotic.

And when the first mechanical prosthetic body surrendered to [Ohm Messiah], the matrices in the body danced in the space according to some mysterious laws, carrying a kind of tranquility and purity that transcended the material world.

They attract, repel, merge, and split each other, just like stars in the universe, moving according to some unknown laws.

Xia Xiu seemed to be able to hear the call and response between those tiny data cubes. They weaved a spiritual network in the void that could not be expressed in words, reassembling the lost fragments of knowledge.

[Spirituality·Small mechanical fire granting]

This is the kind of knowledge he gained, the authority and knowledge to use fire.

At this moment, Xia Xiu also understood the true conceptual authority represented by [Broken Fire] - [Omniscient].

This data flame, a matrix woven into tens of millions of codes and algorithms, is a super terrifying omniscient machine. It is the [fire source], the interconnection network and processor nodes, and other fires are the resources that drive it.

.

If the scope of believers is expanded a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times... then the power of [Broken Fire] will be immeasurable.

"Things seem to be getting more interesting, Eden." Xia Xiu said secretly in his heart. A meaningful smile was forming on the corner of his mouth at this time. He seemed to understand that Eden has been letting himself go to [Gear Positive] during this period.

Church] What does it mean to lean on someone?

It's really interesting. A while ago, as a mediator, I was still trying to trick others into replacing them with others. This is how things are changing.

"Get up, I need your help with something." Xia Xiu looked at [Mr. Brass] who had been kneeling in front of him and said.

Upon hearing this, [Mr. Brass] heard a rapid clicking sound, followed by rhythmic, rapid music.

"You must not say that. May all machines rejoice in the Lord who created them, and may the servants of machines be happy in their king. You are the God of all machines, and we are your people!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xia Xiu looked with interest at the old brass machine body that was playing music. Through the music playing, he could actually feel the music from the brass machine body.

To the point of sincerity and fear.

It seems that the consciousness center emotion module on the brass Tinder design expresses emotional perception through music, but its language module looks a bit old, with the tone of an ancient city-state civilization.

In other words, the mechanical creations of [Amoni City-State] all speak in this tone?

However, Xia Xiu knew that these mechanical creations of the ancient city-state were not easy to mess with. Even though the other party was showing submissiveness to him now, it was because he was now the object of their belief.

If someone else or a creature of flesh and blood were to come over, although Brass wouldn't be able to strike hard right away, he would definitely not give the opponent any good consequences.

Believers of the God of Machines, whether they are [Machine Repairers] or [Flesh and Blood Ascensioners], there is no such thing as [Asimov's underlying law] in their bodies. For them, any flesh and blood body will be in a state of contempt for them.

The lowest end of the chain, and if they initiate mental illness, then everyone who sees them will have to go around in circles.

"I don't need you to flatter me, I just need you to work for me." While speaking, Xia Xiu raised his hand to signal the other party to stand up and speak.

"Yes." [Mr. Brass] stood up, and then stood respectfully beside the blond young man.

"Do you recognize this thing?" Xia Xiu raised the index finger of his right hand, and a small amount of data fire appeared on his hand.

This ball of data fire contained some complex pheromones, and Xia Xiu directly flicked out this small amount of data fire. The flame composed of squares shot into the brass like a projectile.

Within the body’s skull.

A large number of images passed through [Mr. Brass]'s mind, and soon he finished sensing the content contained in the pheromones above - the content above was clearly the [God-given Colossus] that had been exploded by Damocles.

of pheromones,

At this moment, the brass mechanical body once again played rapid music, but this time the music sounded like an angry rock music. The other party's gear set seemed to turn into an electric guitar, the spokes turned into a bass guitar, and the inside of the body seemed to

The hydraulic press is like a rhythmic drum set.

"Oh, here comes the Om Messiah!"

"Which villain damaged the God of Machines? The sorrow of the giant machines crying in the ruins, the huge body made of copper and zinc, with the traces of ancient wisdom and time, at this moment, silent in the cold

In the embrace of iron and fire. Those painful cracks carved into the metal muscles were shattered and stained by black malice. All glory and greatness were extinguished at this moment and became a silent footnote in the long river of time.

The head was stabbed, the torso was strangled, crimes and atrocities. A cruel chapter was written on this insulted body. Great Om Messiah, have you seen this crime? Your people are wailing in the darkness!

The blood of nickel and lead flows, and sorrow solidifies. Under the broken iron bones of this temple, there are flexible but deadly thorns running through it. Whose hatred twists this boundless mechanical body?

God of all opportunities, did you see a trace of sadness in your eyes? Did you see the tentacles of resentment twisting justice? Your people, the guardians of metal, looked up at the chaotic night sky in sorrow. But who heard it?

The whispers in the darkness, the roar and unyieldingness that penetrated through time in the wreckage, and in every strand of cold metal, are pregnant with thousands of years of hatred and stubbornness!!!"

Listening to the rhythmic recitation and curses, the corners of the blond young man's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

He even doubted whether the other party's brain (machine soul) was crushed when the core of the earth collapsed. Now even though his body has been repaired, his brain has not been completely repaired.

Have you ever heard of any company whose machine soul is so poetic?

Aren't most of Terra's machine spirits warlike in nature? They all look like blood gods. How could this be a heresy?

"After turning off your rock poetry recitation, I'm going to ask you one thing. Are you the restoration engineer for this colossus? Just answer yes or no." Xia Xiu, who was accused of scolding Huai, said angrily [

Mr. Brass] said.

Plop~
To be continued...