0701 Chapter Fourteen: The End of the Era (Section Thirty)
These beast-shaped mechas did not show too dazzling combat effectiveness.
Therefore, in the eyes of most of the candidates who participated in the war, their existence was completely obscured by the huge formation of monks that destroyed the world.
But the difficulty displayed by these little things attracted the attention of those with truly high-end combat capabilities.
"Is this...the power of faith? When did [The Poets of Murder] start to snare believers?" The girl from Orleans, who brandished her lance and charged continuously, murmured in confusion.
Using the power of the same origin, she was extremely keen and could see through the whereabouts of the reinforcements sent by Zhen Cheng at a glance.
Those mechas are not driverless, but use magic transformed by faith as their energy source and are controlled remotely.
"The power of faith... is powerful, but it is also the most unstable and unreliable force," the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven lowered his eyes and said: "Find the flaw and destroy it with one move..."
The Maid of Orleans stopped attacking and lowered her eyes to feel.
After a moment, his face became extremely ugly: "These people believe in [The Poet of Murder], but they don't have any superstition to surrender to reverence.
This legion...has no flaws."
Generally speaking, at the height of the Blood Candle Keep battlefield, simple and pure numbers no longer have any meaning.
The reason why Lamarck wanted to open the teleportation between the heavens, instead of directly throwing in a few star-sized nuclear weapons and mass weapons, and washing the ground with explosions, is because those low-dimensional physical phenomena can no longer have much effect on the battlefield.
Not to mention Zhen Cheng and other high-ranking gods, even any apprentice of the Blood Candle Castle can completely neutralize those seemingly devastating explosions by jumping to another dimension.
Only the potential power developed by the evolution of life can resist Shensu.
So when this large group of tens of thousands of mechas burst into the battlefield and began to be effective, the truly high-end experts were shocked.
The power of faith...
Each of the nine disciples of the Blood Candle Keep has their own ideal kingdom, and many of them are worlds that can quickly mass-produce mecha weapons according to King Kong Fox's design.
The same thing would have been even easier for Lamarck to do.
But what kind of will is needed to allow faith to be flawlessly supported on the weapon, and to exert enough power to confront high-level strong men?
Mei Bixi knew the shortcomings of her own monk army. She did not directly recruit people to join the battle at the beginning because she expected that this group of forts with high attack and low defense would be a lose-lose result as soon as they appeared.
She has to leave her trump card for the final showdown.
But she never expected that Zhen Cheng, who had just regained a world, could actually use such a trump card to make up for her shortcomings.
Something seemed to be moving in her heart. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Are they...all mortals from your home world?"
"Yes," Zhen Cheng said with a smile: "Everyone who controls every mecha is an ordinary person from my hometown.
They are grateful that I give them hope and worship my power to change the world. I am the guardian of their world and the only supreme god they believe in.
But none of them will pray to Me to protect them and save them. None of them will wait for My charity and gifts after they have been saved and seen the shining path in the future from the deadly darkness!
These people come from the most difficult, bleak and hopeless world.
They did not respect gods and Buddhas, but relied on their own hands to survive in the land of extinction.
Most of them are even illiterate, but whether they are old or young, they all have rich combat and survival experience.
The pain of being torn into pieces in a mecha system where the senses are completely equivalent will not dim their faith in the slightest, and may even make their faith stronger.
These ordinary humans who do not understand arcane magic, have no spiritual roots, and cannot even fly out of the earth are the key to reversing today's battle.
Their faith is not the power given by me, but for themselves. They voluntarily stand behind me, just for a promising future.
Those who have experienced real suffering, those who know how to fight on their own, and those who have endured all kinds of pain in order to survive, their beliefs are naturally impeccable!"
The powerful men under Lamarck were getting more and more frightened at this time.
The movements of these mechas in front of them were clumsy and unorganized, almost like new recruits who were dragged into the battlefield and used as cannon fodder without training.
But no matter how many mechas are destroyed casually, the same number will be replaced from the portal in the next moment, and they will be killed endlessly.
If that's the case, that's all. After all, there are many complete worlds and universes behind the goddess of Blood Candle Castle, and the productivity of the modern assembly line can fully keep up with the battle consumption.
But the problem is that those believers who control mecha combat are getting used to the way of controlling mecha combat at an incredible speed.
Every time they are bombarded, their faith will become stronger, allowing the mechas they control to display faster speeds and stronger power.
And the speed with which they master the battlefield survival and guerrilla counterattacks is as if tens of thousands of unparalleled geniuses suddenly appeared on the battlefield without blood transfusion of Candlekeep members!
It didn't take long before a large number of middle and low-level candidates could not keep up with the pace of the battle and began to be slaughtered without any resistance.
"Mortals who have never traveled across dimensions...how is this possible?!" Our Lady of Jinling, who had just been chasing Sun Nini, sighed in shock, and was immediately bitten off a piece of gold from her arm by a diamond cat.
"Hahahahaha..." After hearing this, Mei Bixi suddenly laughed:
"If Lamarck hadn't been seeking death and interfering, it would have been extremely interesting to let those guys from Krypton, who treat mortals like ants, meet this group of mortal legions!
We are living beings between heaven and earth, and since we are born with spiritual wisdom, we can no longer tolerate the sky above our heads!"
"Stupid..." Marquis Zhuang Miao narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard, and retorted in a deep voice: "Young man with a yellow mouth, you were tricked by someone and lost all your strength. How do you know that person's ambition?"
"Hey! So you are not soulless puppets?" Facing the legendary characters he has been familiar with since childhood, Zhen Cheng showed extreme provocation and contempt:
"I thought you were just like the legions under my command, corpse puppets controlled by people from afar.
I'm really curious. I unexpectedly came to him to talk about cooperation, but he laid a trap and wanted to kill me without any explanation.
Tell me, what kind of ambition is this?"
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth," the Holy Mother of Jinling suddenly burst out, knocking Sun Nini away. Her eyes burst with golden light and looked directly at Zhen Cheng: "He is saving you!
If you want to be free from all obstacles, you must die!"
"Because of the pressure of the real universe? In order to find a way out, we have to kneel down, endure the humiliation, and let them wear down our strength in the name of 'liquidation'? Ridiculous..."
As Zhen Cheng spoke, he suddenly stopped smiling: "Jinling, I just want to ask you one question!
Are you the world god who came out of the underlying universe? Or are you the creation god who came from the real universe?"