The Temple of Omniscient is one of the most magnificent buildings on Mars, and even the largest cast temples of the Gamma World Complex appear insignificant in front of it.
The smoke-squirting tower pierced the dim sky, the blue stone domes towered into the clouds, the towering pilasters formed the open door, and millions of mathematical formulas and proofs were engraved on the pink marble.
The moment he got off the car, the endless shadow of the temple swallowed up Rogris, shocking him by this huge structure - although it was not the first time he had been here.
He then walked along the electrical passage, still many miles away from this pilgrimage site.
This area of Mars is protected by a vast dome, enough to form an independent climate, with golden red flags roaring in the wind, and the sky is filled with huge prayer ships, golden airships constantly playing machine language from the copper tube loudspeaker, and yellowed parchment with prayer swaying behind it.
Thousands of pilgrims marched along the stone streets, and the pavement was grinded out of grooves by the sandals of countless invokers.
The technicians are surrounded by monotonous and tall buildings, the temple of machinery, the temple of science and engine cabinets - everything is to worship and celebrate the god of all machines.
Although he is an Astarte, it is not particularly eye-catching here, because the pilgrims coming here are far more bizarre than Astarte.
For example, a hundred meters away from the right hand side, a technician without limbs was riding on a multi-legged sedan chair. Surrounded by him was a group of incredibly tall tripods, which were walking strangely large steps.
Fifty meters away from the left hand side, a remnant of the body that gathers consciousness floats in the glass jar, and the battle robot team under his control escorts the trip.
The chaotic robots, floating skulls and gilded suspended vehicles transported passengers and protected holy objects to the temple, and a few of the people who had just come out of the temple were relaxed with a wishful relaxation, obviously not in vain.
Here, all mechanics will find comfort and answers.
When Rogris walked through the gate, he looked up at the angrily raider-level Titan. Its powerful weapon pointed straight into the sky, containing the dual meaning of symbolism and inspiration.
Mechanics can create the deadliest war machines as imagined, but they do not assume any responsibility for their own work.
Being too obsessed with what you can create, and no one first considers whether it should be created.
Finally, Rogris approached the entrance of the temple, with the majestic pilasters dazzlingly high, while a warm breeze blew from it, carrying the smell of musk.
He paused and took a deep breath, then walked in.
After seeing the immortal solemnity outside the temple, it is easy to be disappointed with its interior—the exterior is so magnificent that it is beyond imagination, but the interior fails to repay this expectation.
The front hall is exposed with simple metal walls, and the connecting ports are lined up. The confessors kneel on the ground, connecting with the mechanical heart of the building, with a shared pulse. There is also a hollow copper chain fence behind the temple entrance and the altar of the main temple.
Rogris carefully passed through the large group of confessors, each of whom trembled and twitched in pain with the electric shock of the purifying sin.
After the fence, dense layers of metal benches lined up from the altar into the main hall. A mechanical priest rode the suspended chanting platform and preached with the mechanical holy words from a high place.
The venue was filled with seats and crowded, and the believers in the robe all bowed their heads wherever the pastor floated by.
Although Rogris was not a formal believer in the Mechanical Cult, he also lowered his head and raised his left hand. He did not know whether he could reach this state of unity with the Mechanism and God in the future.
"The humblest of us also knows that we can't abandon our ordinary body and do it with one knife."
Suddenly, a voice rang behind him, as if he had guessed his thoughts.
Rogris turned around and found a priest standing opposite him, so he bowed his head to greet him.
The priest's face was darker than basalt, and the holy cloak on his body was like molten gold, refracting the rainbow like oil.
And under the priest's robe, Rogris saw a shiny skeleton composed of brass armatures, buzzing gears and ornately decorated cables.
The priest's head is very long, like a giant dragon in ancient Terra paintings. There is an object shaped like a pyramid in the center of the dragon's head, and a sphere of diverging light is embedded on it. It is not like the human head, which reflects the image of Rogris himself.
This priest is also an acquaintance of Rogris, and is also his guide on the path of understanding the soul of the soul.
"You are so proud of me."
Rogris said, bowing deeply.
“You are so close to the Mechanical God, and I am nothing more than
A layman, Master Boban Hayden.”
"You've had difficulties."
The voice of the high-level priest still has no emotion, but his appearance made all the believers around him worship each other, for no reason—
Master Boban Hayden is the oldest and most prestigious priest in the Temple of All-knowing, and is also the only person in the Temple who has experienced the Horus Rebellion, although he was just an apprentice who had just started it.
And his mentor was the chief priest of the Temple of All-knowing.
"Your biosensing readings fluctuate up and down, and through all the measurable parameters, I
You can see that you are here to find an answer.”
"Yes, I'm here for that."
Rogris admitted.
"I am about to... leave the temple and go to the forge to study, and I hope to benefit from your guidance for the last time."
Master Boban Hayden nodded.
"Come with me, I will listen to your plight and provide a solution that you can imagine."
Then he glided in the air on the liquid metal platform, and Rogris followed him and headed towards an arch lined with serrated skull and fiber-optic nerves.
Behind the arch is a corridor made of polished steel and glass, which is surprisingly quiet inside, with only a crackling energy field protecting a glimmer of doors.
This energy field is called the confessor force field, which can isolate the protected area from other parts of the temple, and no one can hear or see the movement inside outside the force field.
The moment Rogris entered the chapel, he felt a faint sting.
Indoors, the priest's church has no ornaments. There is only a metal bar stool in the center of the room. There is a gloomy niche on the bare wall, and there is an input and output port and a data reader.
The priest began to walk around the room, and the glowing ball rippled with light waves on the face of the stone.
"You can start."
Then, Rogris told about his difficulties in studying during his time in the Temple, as well as his confusion about the doctrine of the Mechanical God, especially his understanding of the relationship between the Emperor and the God of All Machines. Astart's view of this is completely different from that of the Mechanical Buddhism.
Rogris believes that perhaps it is this conflict of ideas that prevents him from making greater breakthroughs in knowledge.
“Before I leave, I hope to get enlightenment from the master.”
After listening, Master Boban Hayden pointed and replied slowly:
"Mr. Rogris, you know, I always thought that Astart should be like a servant, pure and without emotion."