Chapter 191: The Sorrow of Deep Suffering (59): The Existence of Limitations
"Mechanical Huan" said, step by step, taking steady and seemingly extremely heavy steps, as if he were carrying tens of thousands of tons of steel, and his feet made a "dong-dong" sound that only demons and "monsters" have.
But the strange thing is that when he raised his arms high and stepped onto the narrow metal stairs unusually smoothly, his body was as light as a thin cotton gauze, as if no weight was exerted on him.
It's like he...can control gravity.
After "walking" on the sacrificial platform in an almost floating manner, along a path spliced out of the rocks, the "mechanical arm" walked to the entire circular long table, which is also the center of the entire sacrificial platform.
Immediately afterwards, he murmured the ancient Krustian language used for spirit formation, and an extremely rich pure green light quickly emitted from his hands.
Soon, the spirit knotting was completed.
The abundant magic power condensed in his heart from the air, and flowed through every organ, every skin, and every inch of his body along with the continuously pumping blood.
"p. poslik aor. (Chinese: power impact.)"
"Mechanical Pull" roared, and green smoke spewed out from his eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth, quickly spreading to the area ahead, and under the spell blessed by the Chinese language, it formed a clearly visible, slowly moving
Running Crusted vintage mechanical clock.
"Ah!!!" As the magic source power was further stimulated, "Zhuan" roared in pain, and a goat-like black sketch pattern began to form on his face and neck. He has not forgotten the pain.
He muttered some obscure Chinese language, as if he was reading aloud or singing.
His body began to tremble violently involuntarily, like people riding a "mechanical chariot" on a bumpy road. They were unable to control the up and down movements, but it was also extremely difficult to control.
But strangely, during the preparation of the power, Luo Ka discovered that not only the body of the "mechanical puller" seemed to be trembling, but even a very narrow space around him was also trembling with his power.
No matter how Roka shuttled back and forth and constantly changed his perspective, the bumps and tremors were not actions that the human body could complete.
Accompanied by the clear knocking sound of the clock in front of him, which seemed to take away the soul, "Mechanical Wan" actually stretched out his hands, with a very painful expression, and scratched hard towards the face that was dripping with tears, saliva and nosebleeds, even if it left
He laid several deep bloody seals but did not stop.
Then, as if he felt the extreme pain that transcended the physical level and seemed to come from the spiritual realm, the "mechanical arm" actually tore off the thin brown leather jacket and the clean white shirt underneath.
The chest and abdominal muscles that are white, plump, stylish, and angular, but neither exaggerated nor thin, are revealed, as well as the one that exudes a faint blue light, gradually turns into a red color, and is beating violently and operating at a high speed.
The Lost Ones Cyborg Heart.
He scratched randomly several times with his hands, and even dug his fingernails into his flesh. The body of the "mechanical arm" that was strong enough to make people of any gender slightly envious was barely covered with a layer of silvery white.
The mist of machinery and technology temporarily blocked any neurosensory information sent to his brain, causing him to kneel on the ground, gasping for air.
However, the process of the ritual could not be interrupted or paused. It only slightly restored control of the body and mind. The "Mechanical Pull" quickly surged the wind-type magic power in the body, forming a green handful in the hand, exuding dots of stars.
, a dagger that resembles a small light spot like a firefly.
In front of "Lei Ye" and Luo Ka, he put the dagger on his back, started from the shoulder blade, and stabbed downwards along the back.
puff!
Thick black blood gurgled out, and wherever the dagger touched, the wounds were deep enough to show the bones.
The shrill screams echoed throughout the giant experimental site. This almost self-mutilating way to start the ritual really made the veteran Lost Ones, "Thunder Page" and Vic, who have experienced hundreds of battles and witnessed countless extraordinary things and horrific scenes,
Te also felt very uncomfortable, as if a real dagger was stabbing, cutting and scratching their body parts.
However, it is not the back, but the brain.
As the second black bloodstain appeared, and with the "thunder page" feeling wrapped in the scream, the imaginary dagger seemed to be heading towards her brain, prying open the Tianling Cap, randomly cutting into the brain tissue that might have mutated.
, making her feel suffocated, painful and dizzy.
A curtain of red light flashed rapidly and violently before her eyes, as if the world was wrapped in terrifying crimson, and she was in a purgatory where countless devils and skeletons were being punished.
She felt a little sore in her nostrils, and there was an extremely strong smell of rust in her mouth.
When she reached out to touch it, she discovered that the liquid was very hot and sticky. Before she could react, she vomited a mouthful of blood and woke up from the panic just now.
Just as "Lei Ye" was shaking her body, barely keeping herself from falling, she suddenly looked up and discovered.
The throat of "Mechanical Pull" has been controlled and restricted by the mysterious and extraordinary power, and it is no longer able to send out a shrill scream. Instead, it is replaced by a hoarse and continuous "shasha" exhalation sound that reveals the anger.
His eyes have been completely replaced by blue, including the eyeballs and the whites of his eyes.
The dark totem has spread from the neck to the chest and back. One side is messy and disorganized, but the other side is very regular. It contains the beauty of geometric combinations unique to mathematics, but no matter how it is interpreted, it cannot be compared with any existing mythology, science and
Corresponds to magical entities.
And as his body curled up to the extreme, a pair of wings made of dead wood "broke out of the ground" from his back, winding and very large, with the surface covered with a black sticky substance similar to asphalt, following the "mechanical pull"
The body shook and dripped downward continuously, corroding the rocky "ground", making a hissing sound, and rising up wisps of tiny "smoke."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "There is still one step left, one step left. Only...only the power of the strong wind...can be recognized by the gods...can it be transformed into a machine and truly start the ceremony."
"Zhouwan" had a hoarse voice, panting heavily, and loudly explained to the people around him.
Drops of blood flowed down the cheeks to the chest, and streams of mucus gathered into balls and fell downwards.
After resting for more than a minute, "Mechanical Puller" mustered up the courage, mustered up the muscles of his trembling arms, stood up suddenly, crossed his hands on his chest, and kept flying with his fingertips, drawing pictures belonging to the "Master of Machinery"
The common figure with the "Machinist" is a simple "Vernier Caliper" broken in half, which officially activates the professional ability of being a "Prayer".
Soon, green sprouts belonging to spring began to appear on the tops of the withered dead wood's wings. Under the influence of the power of the devil and the gods, they grew rapidly, sacrificed themselves, and transformed into green leaves, briefly making the "mechanical pull"
The back looks like it is topped by a towering tree.
After a few seconds, the leaves fell off one after another, falling, and spontaneously poured into the six blue flame pillars, mixing with them, turning into a strong pure white smoke that sprayed straight upward, exuding a choking smell.
"Whether it's Crusad or Ptoia, whether it's the Central Empire, or Catharris, if mortals try to communicate with the gods, they must burn incense and raise continuous smoke to convey messages to the gods. These smokes
, is to announce our ritual to the gods, just watch, once we get a response from either the 'Lord of Machines' or the 'Machine Manipulator', the 'Mechanical Wanderer' will immediately recite the poem and start the ceremony." Victor
He supported "Lei Ye" beside him and explained to several people.
"What if... the gods don't respond?" Lorca tilted his head, looked at Victor's half-scarred face, and asked.
"Then [Prayer] will briefly use part of [Sacrifice]'s abilities." Victor explained in a heavy tone:
"In many situations, [Prayer] and [Sacrifice] can be converted into each other, and they can also use each other's abilities. Just like the man who escaped from the persecution of Chief Executive Mendolev Vick many years ago.
The same goes for Artyom in the southern Zhne territory.
"He is the same [sacrifice] as his lost son Ivan Ross, but in the end he did not completely sacrifice himself and cause death. Instead, he was taken away in a beautiful dream of communicating with the gods.
The soul, left behind the gradually corrupting body, remains alone in the world.
"So, once the god is disdainful or unwilling to respond to the 'mechanical pull', then he will sacrifice his body, soul and life to complete the final ritual."
"Death...?" Luo Ka was a little shocked and whispered.
"Lorka." "Lei Ye", who had regained his composure, said in a heavy tone:
"After the battle of 'Sorrow of Deep Bitterness', everyone in the 'Chaos Group' and the 'Comprehension Cult' is ready to face death. We can be at any place at any time, in order to protect more of our compatriots who are lost.
He was slaughtered by humans and died.
"We regard it as the 'reason' set by the Creator for us, and it is also the damn law of this world. Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Death is just the easiest, most pleasant, and most beautiful thing in the Wasteland Era.
...It's just a way of relief from happiness.
"Lorca, you have to remember that as a leader, you should have the awareness of mortality at any time to deal with any danger. Only in this way can you find the glimmer of light emitted by the poor fireflies in the long dark night sky."
While speaking, the sound of mechanical splicing came from the center of the sacrificial platform. "Lei Ye" turned his head and looked in the direction of "Mechanical Pull", breathed a heavy sigh, patted his chest and said:
"Look, the branches behind the 'Mechanical Puller' have turned into steel wings painted with white paint, becoming real wings belonging to the aircraft. White means that it has the permission of the 'Master of Machinery', while black means
A nod that symbolizes the 'manipulator'.
"Perhaps it's because the apostle created by the 'Lord of Machines', the 'machine body' boy, is in the area of the 'man-made lake'. In order to protect its safety, the gods agreed to our request.
"Perhaps, the 'Lord of Mechanics' was angry at the 'Machine Operator' for agreeing to us using the first half of the ritual to destroy the first six 'Machine Limit' devices, and in retaliation for the 'Machine Operator', he agreed first.
Erase the existence of the last six 'device limits'."
"Is there any basis for this?" "Future" took half a step forward and asked softly, as if he did not want to damage the environment of the sacrificial platform that was gradually becoming sacred.
"There is no direct evidence." "Leiye" shook his head and responded:
"But according to the more reliable 'Document
The author of is a 'manipulator'. If we adopt this statement, we can understand the current situation. You see."
Following the direction pointed by the "Thunder Page", several people saw that a pair of strong white mechanical armor had already covered the exposed skin of the "Mechanical Wand" and was quickly replacing the clothes originally attached to the body.
More wind-type magic power surged out from his curled-up palm and was pulled into the air by an extremely strong suction force. It condensed into a huge chain cone and continued to project pure green downwards.
The lines blocked the six holes that breathed fire, no, smoke. At the same time, they formed a prison full of technology and formed a "geometric hexagon" pattern on the ground.
Seeing that the preparations for the ceremony were completely completed, the "Ice Blade" sitting in the air threw down twelve chips formed by the "Device Limit" device, and then controlled the robotic arm to quickly retreat backwards, returning to the edge of the giant experimental site.
, and was quickly wrapped in a glass cover.
The twelve chips were suspended in mid-air, arranged and combined in sequence, forming a constantly rotating ring, and sending out sparks from time to time.
The chip was already in place, and "Mechanical Puller" quickly took a few steps forward, stood in a white light beam shining through the ring, and shouted loudly:
"Thank you to the 'Master of Machines' for your recognition, and please forgive us for our mistakes. The Lost Group must rely on the 'Machine Limit' chip to avoid the fate of destruction and to stop the careerists among humans.
Arrogant actions to prevent the destruction of this world.
"Now, please allow me to recite the 'Poetry of Prayer' to eliminate the existence of these chips and all 'limited' devices!"
As soon as "Mechanical Pull" finished speaking, the surrounding green lines quickly split into more parts, and began to move and rotate along the edge of the sacrificial platform. In less than half a minute, a pure green curtain pulled "Mechanical Pull"
Completely wrapped up.
The twelve chips finally stopped rotating. They spread outward one after another, clinging to the green curtain, suspended in mid-air, waiting to be wiped out of existence by the ritual.
After clearing his throat, "Zhou Wan" finally chanted:
"The dragon's body has dissipated decadently in the noisy continent."
"The human soul has been running painfully through the silent land."
"O Creator who sleeps in endless nightmares."
"Your 'reason' dictates the arrival of the 'Steam Age'."
"When steaming heat fills the sky."
"When the coals of the boiler dance to their heart's content."
"When tiny threads are arranged and combined into pieces of cloth."
"A new era and a new god are officially born in this world."
"However."
"The dark dome cannot accommodate the huge mechanical body."
"The sleeping ancient gods still whisper in their soaring dreams."
"The great call echoes between the castle and the ice field."
"Deep dreams expect the wild things to be restrained."
"only."
"The shiny machinery will eventually decay."
"The rising heat will always condense into ice."
"Please remove the shackles."
"In the dark night of the ice and snow wilderness, guiding the warm and bright direction."