Soon, the angel discovered by a member of the Death Gang was taken back to the Romans' tent.
This is really an angel.
Although he was wearing a loose shirt and jeans, his bloody white wings behind him could not deceive people.
He was injured.
Gunshot wound.
"What bullets can hurt you?"
The Romans looked at the angel covering their abdomen in surprise. The guy's handsome face was filled with pain and weakness.
He looked at the Romans and said:
"Are you the chief here?"
"Me? I'm not."
The Romans, who were so serious about the middle school, said frankly:
"I'm just a mercenary, the real sect will come in a while, but I think you'll be frightened by them. Here's a bunch."
"robot."
The angel smiled weakly, leaning against the chair, covering his bleeding wound, he said:
"Mechanical God, right? We've been following them, earlier than you."
"Can be watched by the eyes from heaven"
The curtains of the tent were pulled up, and Ms. Cumming, wearing a robe and leaning on a mechanical cane, walked into the tent, and the mysterious woman looked at the angel sitting there.
She said:
"Then we are really honored. You are the one who has been monitoring us nearby recently, right? Angel!"
"Ahem."
The angel coughed twice in pain, and the severe injuries in his body made him seem to be speechless. He could only nod in difficulty.
"I originally wanted to ask, what made you abandon your responsibilities and show up before our eyes."
Ms. Jemima Cumming, the mechanical priest, looked at the wound on the angel's abdomen and said:
"Now it seems that you have been plotted against? Why don't you go back to heaven to cure your injuries and run to us?"
"You are at least killing the demons."
Angel said hard:
"This proves that you are not the same as Hell."
He won't speak anymore.
As the Romans and Cumming were watching, the angel gritted his teeth and used a stance of a heroic cut off his wrist, pushing his fingers into the wounds on his abdomen.
Pure and sacred blood fell on the ground drop by drop.
Accompanied by a painful wail, something was picked out of the body by the angel.
He raised his bloody finger and handed the thing to Ms. Cumming, and he said with difficulty:
"I don't know who can trust someone to hunt down our lightning-bearing Balakile, who is dead, it was an ambush, and all his companions died. I am the last one."
“Give it, give it to”
The angel's face was twisted, and he was in great pain, and seemed to have a force to stop him from finishing his last words.
A golden light shone in his eyes and mouth, just like a shining bomb detonating inside his body.
The echoing power of the Romans was shocked, and he turned his head and rushed out of the tent.
But behind him, a golden, water-like light had spread.
"boom"
The terrifying explosion swept through everything in an instant.
Everything placed in the tent was caught in the explosion of energy, and a cloud of tiny golden mushrooms rose in place, knocking the ground out of a large pit.
The heroes from the nearby Zhiji and Death Gang watched this scene blankly.
They rushed toward the direction of the explosion.
But after the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the people in the tent were safe and sound in the impact pit.
The mechanical priest had silver-white metal arms stretched behind her. In front of her, the blue energy defense matrix was broken, but the thing protected her in the explosion and the Romans behind her.
Unfortunately, the two intelligent weapons that guarded her and several Roman brothers were seriously injured in the explosion.
"Don't touch them!"
Miss Cumming glanced at the weird thing that was still stained with blood in her hands.
She looked back and the Romans were trying to drag their seriously injured brother out of the explosion pit.
But he was stopped by the mechanical priest.
She squatted down, and the robotic arm extending from behind shot out a blue light curtain, scanning the bodies of the seriously injured.
On Ms. Cumming's mainstream glasses lenses, the situation of the injured was listed.
After a moment, she raised her head and said to the Romans:
"Ordinary treatment methods are useless to them. Their internal organs are destroyed and their limbs are also destroyed. But you are lucky that there are methods to cure this injury in the Mechanical Divine Residence."
Ms. Cumming stood up, and the silver-white robotic arm behind her flexibly deflected, overlapping, and was retracted under her robe.
She said slowly like a real clergyman:
"The combination of machinery and flesh will allow them to overcome the difficulties of life and make death unable to take them away."
"But this requires your approval."
She looked at the serious Romans, and then at the heroes who were lying on the ground, dying.
She whispered:
"They can't hold on for too long, you have to make a decision early."
"The fusion of machinery and flesh"
The Romans stopped the noise from the brothers behind him. He raised his head and looked at Cumming, and he said:
"Will they become the same as you after they heal?"
"almost."
Ms. Cumming replied in ambiguously:
"If they are willing to join the Mechanical God Cult, they can also obtain more advanced intelligent prosthetics. And as long as they close their mouths, no one can find that they have been transformed."
"good!"
The Roman gritted his teeth and said:
"First heal and join your church affairs, they need to decide for themselves, and they will talk about it when they wake up!"
"Bang"
Ms. Cumming snapped her fingers.
A few seconds later, several medical intelligent machines flew out of the factory under the push of the thruster.
They used very professional techniques to contain the seriously injured people in a temporary biological cabin, and then took the biological cabin back to the base.
"Wait, Ms. Cumming."
The Romans breathed a sigh of relief as they watched their brothers be sent for treatment.
He turned around and looked at the mechanical priest who turned and left. He felt the urge to ask the answer. This employment, and last night's battle, proved that this time the employment of the Death Gang was not as simple as it seemed.
So he called out Cumming.
The two exchanged their eyes and then left one after another. A few minutes later, the Romans came to Ms. Cumming's office.
After the office door was closed, he was not polite and said straight to the point:
"We saw the battle last night. I don't think you need our help. We saw that powerful cyborg and those advanced intelligent weapons dedicated to combat and massacre!"
The Roman slapped the table and glared at the mechanical priest.
He said:
"What exactly are you hiring us here for when you spend a lot of money?"
The mechanical priest did not answer immediately, and she reached out to take off her hood and showed her face.
Beautiful melon-shaped face and short black hair.
After she took off her weird glasses, she also had brown eyes.
The Romans originally thought that this mysterious woman must have undergone many restructurings like the cyborg last night, but now it seems that she still seems to be a human body.
It's just that there is an extra set of robotic arms that can move freely and have many functions behind it.
She is still a human.
"As long as you stay here, you have money. You don't have to work hard, just treat it as a vacation? Why do you have to ask the bottom line?"
Ms. Cumming poured herself a cup of coffee and another one for the Romans.
She made a gesture of "Please sit", and the Romans hesitated for a moment and sat on the chair.
The mechanical priest said softly:
"Does these things you want to know, the doubts and anxiety in your heart, the battlefield you saw last night, are these important to you?"
"Of course it's important!"
The Romans said in a deep voice:
"I have already been on the phone with Miss Ash, and Miss Ash told me that I am free to decide whether to continue to fulfill the agreement with you."
"To be honest, Ms. Cumming, it made us feel uncomfortable to stay here after watching last night's fight."
"well"
The petite mechanical priest sighed.
She stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the huge crack in the center of the factory, and after a few seconds, she said:
"It's just a missionary."
“Preach?”
The Romans widened their eyes.
He grew up in New York and has also seen missionary scenes in other churches. He could not associate last night's battle with a missionary.
He looked at Miss Cumming's back and said:
"You use tragic wars to preach the teachings of the Mechanical God to us?"
"Humans and machinery are different after all. When facing intelligent machinery, we have another more convenient missionary system, but when facing humans, we can do very little."
Ms. Cumming smiled and said:
"A body like our flesh and blood cannot directly download the 'soul circuit', and naturally cannot understand the core doctrine of the Mechanical Divine Cult."
"The so-called divine connection between the gods of all mechanisms and the soul of the machine, the theory of knowledge and containers, and the system of mechanical reincarnation. The sky eye will not allow us to appear in cities where humans gather, so we can only use this "conservative" method."
She looked back at the Romans and said frankly:
"Another mercenary group will come here this afternoon, and there will be more tomorrow."
"You will be the audience, and you will see the war between the Mechanical God Cult against the evil spirit in full, and you will understand the meaning of our existence to this world."
"We don't need you to do anything else, you just need to record it and bring it back and spread it to those around you."
"The circle of superheroes and mercenaries will leave this legend, and more people will know the existence of the Mechanical Divine Cult, and more people will know the power of machinery. This is my purpose."
The Roman frowned, he thought for a moment, and then responded:
"But what's the point? I don't think listening to some stories will bring you believers, nor do I think."
"strength!"
The mechanical priest stretched out a finger and interrupted the Romans' rhetorical question.
She looked back at the Romans and said:
"You have traces of T serum and multiple biological transformations. They bring you strength to stand out from ordinary people and become a respected superhero."
"You have the power, and the power has won you wealth and reputation, but I think you also know that after the disbandment of the Heroes Association, the official attitude towards superheroes has changed from laissez-faire to suppression."
She blinked and said:
"Maybe Miss Ash is a wealthy and very smart leader, but I believe that even she can't help you continue to improve your strength."
"But sir Roman, have you ever been concerned about the changes in the world in the last seven months?"
"There are more and more people like you, and new forces are growing, good or bad."
"Just like the next wave pushing the previous wave, if you don't find a way to improve your strength, just like a low-level superhuman like you and your brothers, you will soon be submerged in an environment of continuous improvement."
"Everything you gain from power will also be lost by power."
The mechanical priest chuckled and said:
"After experiencing a truly wonderful life, will you be willing to go with the flow?"
"I invite you here to show you the great power of the Mechanical God Cult, the fusion of flesh and blood and machinery, and there are almost infinite possibilities in the future."
"You also saw Gustav, who is the mechanical defender of the Mechanical God Cult here, but can you think of it?"
"Four days ago, he was just a stupid vegetative man who weighed 300 pounds, never trained, and could only rely on medical technology to survive, with a fragile will and a big mistake."
Ms. Cumming's tone became low, as if she had released some temptation.
She looked at the Romans and said:
"If a once-in-law could reach this level, then how powerful will a superhero like you be after undergoing mechanical transformation?"
"You are willing to follow Miss Ash. I think you should also love her because of not just rewards or contracts, right? But will she look at you differently?"
"What qualifications do you deserve to see her differently?"
The mechanical priest sat back on her chair, and she crossed her fingers and looked at the silent Romans, she said:
"Everything you comes from her. Without the t-serum she 'given' to you, you are just a decadent middle-aged man who dreams of a hero."
The Romans' fingers were tightened.
But he didn't say much.
"The power brought by biological transformation is illusory, it is a very picky force and does not apply to everyone."
"And the so-called superpower is a psychedelic toxin. It uses luck to select its own host, but makes everyone yearn for it."
Cumming whispered:
“Mechanical, different.”
“The machinery is generous and kind, and it treats all people equally.”
"As long as you embrace it, it will give you strength and use it for you."
"I am also a human being, and I know most people's worries, but I don't think it's necessary."
The mechanical priest stretched out a finger and she said to the Romans:
"Let me ask you a question, what do you think is the most important thing for a person? What constitutes the concept of 'people'?"
"Is it your body that will rot and smelly flesh, or the soul hidden under the flesh?"
"Bang"
Something was placed in front of the Romans, and it was a badge engraved with gears and skeletons.
Ms. Cumming pushed the badge to the Romans.
She was drinking coffee, she said:
"As I said just now, this is a missionary. Maybe the method is a bit hardcore and a bit shocking, but this is not a bad thing."
"Only by realizing that the flesh and blood are bitter and weak can the soul ascend."
"If you want to be a greater hero than you are now, you want to take more responsibilities for the world, and you want to realize your ambitions, you have to make sacrifices."
"Only children think that I want it all, the adult world needs you to make a choice."
Ms. Cumming's eyes narrowed, and she whispered like a devil:
"I want to be immortal"
"Your life must be remembered first."
"Do you go back to New York to continue playing the game of playing house with Miss Ash? Or join us and face this era of great change?"
"I give you the right to choose, Mr. Roman."
"Oh, by the way, the last thing."
"The transformation of the Mechanical God Cult can preserve your sensory and reproductive system. After embracing the power, you can still enjoy your life with those shallow chicks, so there is no need to have too much unnecessary psychological burden."
Chapter completed!