Different from Mini, this is an all-metal, silver-colored, robot-like thing.
This thing that is as tall as a human is extremely ridiculous in the eyes of many people: its hands and feet are like a big lotus root, and its head is like a rugby ball.
This doll did not come with any instructions, just like a piece of discarded garbage, thrown into the gift list.
Mark caught it at first sight.
Just because there is a rectangular card slot on its back, which completely matches the shape of the Blood Moon card in his hand...
Any conservative believer would not understand what this means.
Only those who know enough about robots will know what a precious gift the Mechanicus has left here.
What's ridiculous is that generally speaking, believers of the Mechanicum will never win in this opera house of the gods.
For mechanical believers, classical opera has nothing to do with machinery.
It just so happened that this year there was a different guy named Mark.
Mark didn't hesitate: "That's it."
The master of ceremonies was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I will comply with your wishes."
Almost as soon as the robot was selected, the great craftsman in the Cult of the Mechanicus received the notice.
Sitting on a strange throne made entirely of metal parts, this master craftsman with four extra mechanical arms on his shoulders and waist, a metal mask embedded in half of his face, and even his left eye suddenly smiled.
.
He turned to the attendant beside him and said: "Didn't you just ask why I should vote for that new opera?"
"yes."
"Because I found that in the toy store that the night believer recalled, every mechanical doll was perfectly restored."
"Ah!" The attendant looked shocked.
"That's actually a shop opened by our secret followers. Except for our own people, only those who are very proficient in mechanical knowledge can further process other people's vague memories. It's not like we can't even distinguish between gears and transmission shafts.
It’s something that the Qing Dynasty can understand.” The great master smiled heartily: “I was indeed right, the thread of fate connects that boy to our Mechanicus.”
Here, Mark really didn’t know that he could cause trouble by choosing a robot.
After choosing the gift, Mark was satisfied.
The master of ceremonies bowed: "Excuse me, are the three of you leaving the blood moon world?"
Mark suddenly asked: "Li... no, wait, what happened to the five people who just fell into the lower level?"
The emcee had a strange expression on his face: "They are still fighting."
"May I take a look at it?"
"Of course, this is the right of the winner!" The emcee raised his hand, and the ordinary audience seats facing the stage suddenly turned into phantoms and disappeared without a trace. What was revealed in front of them was the huge ruins below.
As Mark thought, the scene below quickly zoomed in, allowing him to clearly see what was happening three hundred meters below.
A huge humanoid sea monster war beast is wreaking havoc.
In the center of the ruins, the reincarnation girl was caught, but the war beast was obviously toying with this tiny prey, deriving great pleasure from the woman's despair and panic.
It left her struggling in a pool of blood
Unfortunately, every time she climbed out a meter or two, the disgusting war beast dug its claws into her white back and dragged her back.
The woman screamed and struggled, and all that echoed in her ears was the ferocious smile of the demon war beast.
In front of her, her companion, the Samsara Cult man, had already been cut in half at the waist, with his upper body stuck on a ruins spike as thick as a bowl, and his fixed eyes were staring at her.
This can no longer be regarded as a battle. To this monster, this is like a cruel feast.
The lion-headed humanoid war beast came to her, seemed to have lost interest, bit it down, and then shook its huge head. The woman's lifeless body was like a broken doll.
The mouth kept swaying.
It was at this time that it set its sights on the last two targets.
Mark originally thought that in this state, the remaining two people would put aside their previous differences and work together to make a last-ditch effort. Unexpectedly, the man in white, who was covered in blood and no longer handsome, had his right leg broken, and the strong woman in samurai uniform
It was pushed in front of the war beast with a mysterious force.
"Eat her! Eat her first!" The man in white abandoned his possible comrades and used his last strength to become a bereaved dog.
Whether the ruins are big or not, by doing this, he only moved the time of his own death back.
…
"Do you know this guy's name?" Mark had undisguised disgust on his face.
The emcee sold the thing without expression: "His name is Ramses Ramsay!"
Mark remembered the name, and instead of looking at the man in white, he turned his gaze: "What if I want to save that woman?"
"You can use one of your cards to attack the war beast without any loss. The rules of [Blood Moon Baptism] allow you to do this." The emcee added with a smile: "[Mercy] is also the winner.
rights!”
"That's it." Mark took out his [Miscellaneous Demon General] and threw it away.
At this moment, he seemed to be standing in the clouds, deciding the life and death of the mortals below.
At this moment, he suddenly had the illusion of being superior.
Perhaps, this is what it feels like to become a god.
It's a bit...wonderful.
Below, the three-story-high abyss war beast, whose muscles and skin were patchworked from various monsters, suddenly raised its head, shook its ears, and showed a look of horror in its eyes filled with cruelty and bloodthirsty.
Right in front of it, the female warrior with a broken leg was already in despair.
Suddenly, a crimson demon was spotted roaring from the sky directly above.
The female warrior didn't know what was going on. She sadly discovered that she couldn't even defeat a demon war beast. What could she do if another one came?
However, she immediately discovered that the red demon that followed separated from the strong wind and plummeted down, and its target was the beast in front of her.
"boom!"
"Ouch——"
The female warrior was shocked.
She never expected that the abyss creature in front of her, which had tortured the five of them for so long and made them wail in despair until their hearts collapsed, would be exploded on the spot with a scream.
Countless pieces of filthy flesh and blood mixed with the stench of sulfur unique to abyssal creatures exploded together, setting off a real bloody storm within a radius of tens of meters.
The female warrior instinctively protected herself with her hands. When she came to her senses, she saw a demon that was one size smaller in size, but with significantly more spiritual power and aura, standing in the blood pool, facing her.
shouted:
"In the name of our Lord [Carbine*Cthulhu], I grant you salvation! Be grateful! Incompetent humans——"
As soon as the Demon General finished shouting, the master of ceremonies bowed to Mark: "Calling the winner is also a sign of mercy for the loser."
mark:"……"
At this moment, both the rescued and the rescuer were silent.
The rescued people immediately realized that it was probably the newspaper man who had successfully completed the blood moon baptism, and gave them a hand.
Compared with the female warrior's sincere thanks, Ramses's reaction was even more distorted: he bulged his bloodshot eyes and stared at the sky, trying to find the one he hated in the hazy blood.
The figure comes.
At other times, Ramses might have screamed and said harsh words.
He didn't dare for a second.
No one can guarantee that the later demon general will not kill him as well.
Mark, who was rescuing people, fell silent because he suddenly remembered a sentence: Please name your ID at least like a person, otherwise it will be easy to cause drama.