Although it is late at night, the coming darkness is even more dim than the night. It is as if a basin of ink is poured directly on the curtain, making the shadows that are ready to move almost form a substantial body, like sticky tentacles.
Gradually spreading towards the four directions of the night.
However, at this moment, a sacred sword suddenly rose from the world, drew a shining, sharp straight line in everyone's eyes, and then accurately penetrated the center of the darkness.
It's not a sword, it's light.
An incandescent beam of light seemed to span the two worlds, rising from Tiandis's duel disk and piercing straight into the night sky above his head. Those dark and oppressive ink blocks were piled together, gradually twisting into a huge slowly rotating vortex.
, every time it rotates, it will drive the surrounding airflow inwards, swallowing up countless light and dust. Because it is too large, even its extremely slow rotation relative to the human eye generates huge energy, causing space
There was a visual distortion, and the airflow attached to the dust seemed to have a specific shape. It was a graceful arc trajectory, outlines the appearance of another vortex under the thick clouds. The two vortices covered each other, bringing
There is an indescribable sense of oppression. Looking up from the ground, it seems as if countless small black arcs are gathering from all directions, running towards the center of the whirlpool and merging into it, rather like tributaries merging into the sea and water droplets merging into it.
tidal.
The beam of light rising from the duel plate was like a sacred sword, running straight through the area covered by the intersection of the two vortices. That was their central area. Under the influence of some unknown force, the accumulated clouds sunk upward there.
, collapsed downward, forming a peculiar hollow structure, which looked so calm compared with the turbulent airflow around it, as if the center of the typhoon's eye would not be affected by the storm. Looking past the central hollow, you can see the transparent sky refracted
It produces deep purple and blue-black colors, the air is thin, and the temperature is enough to solidify ice and frost, so that the stars outside the universe can also project their light here. However, when passing through the barrier at the edge of the world, the light gradually changes into another form due to the dilution of the light.
An appearance is no longer a magnificent and dazzling starlight, but looks like the texture on the surface of a machine or the lines on an engineering drawing, precise, neat and cold.
These textures and lines seemed to be directly imprinted on this deep curtain, and the curtain seemed to be falling downwards, so everything seemed within reach. Gloria felt like she was holding her breath, but she didn't know why.
The snorting sound coming from her ears became thicker and thicker, just like those rigid and indifferent lines in her eyes were gradually enlarging.
They are never a single existence, sometimes they are parallel, sometimes they are intertwined, as if there is some specific law behind them guiding their operation, gradually cutting the sky behind the clouds into a magical scene, which is shining with the beauty of coldness and steel.
The pattern is more shocking than what the most skilled mechanical craftsman considers to be his proud work. Every line presents a strict, delicate but thrilling beauty. The straight ones are like bearings, and the curved ones constitute gears.
They overlap and fit into each other, so that the whole world becomes like an emotionless machine, running in a rigid manner, meticulously executing the set operations, and never exceeding anything.
Looking at this scene, Tiandis couldn't help but think of the "mechanism of creation" that the believers of the cult Space-Time Ingmar crazily admired. In this heresy, they believed that the world was originally a machine, and the laws dictated its operation.
The rules and efficiency of the world. Just like a steel weapon without self-awareness only chooses to harm or protect according to the owner's wishes, the huge machine of the world will only operate in accordance with the rules established at the beginning of creation. This is enough to illustrate the inherent nature of each person.
They are all mechanical creations, and the generation of emotions is an acquired state. Eliminating the influence of emotions, erasing acquired human nature, and retaining the original divinity is the way to return living beings to their true self and obtain this huge and sophisticated creation machine.
The only way to control permissions.
In their theory, the world has become a cold calculation machine, calculating all the tiny probabilities on fate and time tracks until they are turned into certain things. And those steel gears and metal bearings are this
The underlying logic and basic code of a machine's operations are run through a unique algorithm, and through a number of operations per second that cannot be described numerically, a complete model is finally constructed - the essence of the world.
However, who can afford the huge consumption of this machine? Going back further, the great wizard Sangil of the Morya people observed the stars and speculated on the arrival of the disaster of destruction three thousand years later, and spent two hundred years of his own life for this purpose.
Life span, and that is already the limit of mortals; looking back, the prophets of the Windmill Cross never dare to claim that they have seen through the truth of fate, preferring that they still wallow in the mud like ignorant ants.
, this is their reverence for this machine, knowing that no one can understand its principles, let alone control its operation.
The believers of Space-Time Ingma could not do it either, but they were inspired by the Steam Holy War and realized that if there is a great will that can control this machine, it must have the most perfect properties in the universe and be the same as all others.
The acquired life forms are different. The uniqueness in time and the uniqueness in space constitute his complete appearance. If the godhead is able to reverse the flow of time and control space, then operating this creation machine is very important to him.
It's just as simple as turning over your own palm.
Therefore, He is the master of reason, steam, time and space and absolute order as described in the Ingmar Secret Book——
Click.
That was the sound of bearings rolling and gears rotating.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Gloria's pupils couldn't help but shrink a little. She had to admit that she had never seen such a mysterious, magnificent and spectacular sight.
At this moment, in the girl's eyes, the sacred and indifferent beam of light had expanded, occupying the entire huge and empty whirlpool almost instantly, even penetrating the sky and the earth, and covering the duel field in the world.
In a dazzling light that makes one dizzy.
It is difficult for any mortal to look directly at this surging ocean of light. Only a handful of people can resist its erosion of pupils and irises, and tenaciously see through the scene behind the light curtain. They see circles of brass-colored circles.
The ring is falling from the sky, like the orbit of a planet, overlapping and surrounding this beam of light. The steel gears on the ring that engage with history rotate silently, making a clicking sound. The tilted angle of the ring draws out the plane of time and space.
Trajectories of different lengths, graceful arcs passing by, in front of this old, heavy but solemn and silent machine, the river flows backward, the snowflakes float upward, and the dust gathers inward... It has been confirmed to the world countless times
It just operates according to cold laws. If you master these laws, you can reverse the flow of time and reverse space.
Time began to become unreal, and space began to become distant. Gloria gradually felt that her heartbeat and breathing no longer belonged to her. Those rapid and throbbing were just to cater to the resonance when the machine started. She was in a state of speechlessness.
Amidst the shock of the expression, I vaguely heard a burst of passionate music, which came from the other side of the Twyer River, the National Center for the Performing Arts, as if the most classic stage play was being staged, a passionate female
The high-pitched voice sang repeatedly——
"Alexandria!"
"Alexandria!!"
“Alexandria!!!”
Each syllable containing changes danced and jumped on the tip of the female singer's tongue. After countless overlapping echoes, it seemed like a solemn chant like a hymn, and it seemed that the clicking sound of mechanical operation was mixed with inanimate creation.
Unique indifference and rationality. The ancient steam engine made of huge steel gears and exposed metal bearings roared in the sky, and the giant shadow of God slowly descended in the light. He still didn't seem to be awake at this time, lying low.
He lowered his head and remained silent, looking like a devout saint. His head, torso and arms were wrapped with extremely thin silk threads, which seemed completely insufficient to support the majestic body. However,
But it tightly bound His body and lifted Him down from the deepest part of the whirlpool bit by bit, just like the dramas in the classical era chose to use stage mechanisms to lift the actor playing God from the sky because they could no longer handle the plot.
Hang it down and rely on the power and majesty of God to wrap up the story.
No matter how absurd the previous plot is, how powerful the enemy is, how unsustainable the story is, as long as the gods appear on the stage, everything will be solved naturally. This does not have any dramatic performance significance, just because people at that time would
I just believe that God has such power, even ignoring the laws of drama, plot logic, and all moral reasons.
"Deus ex machina..." Gloria watched helplessly as the majestic giant shadow, like a god in a classical drama, was suspended from the distant universe by a mechanism invisible to the naked eye, getting closer and closer.
Getting closer and closer, until it covered the world, causing the Tewil River to set off a violent wave. The dead souls at the bottom of the river fled one after another, and her eyes lost their luster, leaving only a dim shadow, and she murmured to herself: "
Deus ex machina…”
The low voice was torn into pieces in the wind and drowned in the depths of the surging Taweil River. In the distant National Center for the Performing Arts, the passionate soprano was still singing, singing to the climax of the drama, perhaps also
Its ending——
“Alexannnnnnn—dria!!!”
One by one, the slender silk threads broke apart, feebly breaking away from the majestic body, melting into the deepest part of the light pillar like snowflakes. Then, as if being awakened from a deep sleep, He slowly raised his head.
.From the appearance, it looks like a giant covered with gears, mechanisms and metal pipes, and also like a fortress made of black iron and brass. It has no legs, only a head, a torso and a pair of heads that are almost the same size.
Arms of the same length as the torso, black iron-colored and brass-colored shoulder armor, chest armor and waist armor tightly cover the majestic mechanical body. Steam furnaces like spires are along his arms, back and shoulders.
They are distributed in layers, connected by dark metal pipes, and finally converge on the most eye-catching and huge steel steam furnace behind. The steam spurting out from the cold exhaust holes turns into a white ocean, rising suddenly.
The temperature even makes people suspect that the energy of an entire volcano is hidden inside.
His head also looks like a steam tower, but it feels more like the control tower of some kind of airship. There are no human-like facial features and expressions, only unchanging steel armor and cold metal pipes, which were originally supposed to be
The eye area was replaced by a deep rectangular horizontal line. When He raised his head, the horizontal line flickered with light of alternating blue and dark purple, then turned into deep red, and finally became fixed.
In those crimsons that are as eye-catching as blood, what Gloria sees is a measurement based on absolute rationality, as if everything in the universe has gained equal value and meaning under its gaze. He controls
With all knowledge, truth and answers, in front of Him, there is no difference between the unknown and the known, because both unknown things and known things are born due to His gaze; similarly, there is no time and space.
Difference, because both rivers will begin with Him and flow to the end.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Perhaps it was born from a sudden idea, or perhaps it was purely unconscious thinking... The universe will be born at such a coincidental moment, and then usher in time, destiny, and matter
, nothingness, chaos, order, life, death, civilization, knowledge and all the accessories, countless cold rules constitute this creation machine that never stops running, and He was born here to control this machine.
Born mechanically.
He silently looked down at the world beneath his feet. In His eyes, games may be no different from reality. Everything is just a physical division, but they are conceptually the same. His majestic and majestic body slowed down under everyone's gaze.
Landing slowly, he escaped from the beam of light that penetrated the heaven and earth, but did not fall on the duel field, because as Tiandis said, he is not a monster, but a god. Among all the false gods, evil gods and gods of ideas in history,
Perhaps the only being with divinity.
When He landed with a crash behind Tiandis, the city of Lundwetin, which originally existed only as a background, seemed to tremble violently. Dust in the sky rose from both sides of the Tewil River, and was pushed from the ground by huge waves.
The sky fell. The Indosith Bridge, which connects Westminster and the old city, also looked so small in front of this majestic machine. It was almost doubtful whether it would break and collapse in the next moment. Only the even smaller sky
Tis cannot be ignored, and it makes people feel that the two are on an equal footing. Perhaps the latter is vaguely higher in status, because from beginning to end, when she faces this born god and her past enemy,
His face never showed any expression other than calmness and scrutiny.
"I am...the god of machinery, Alexander..."
A deep and deep voice came from the steel fortress, echoing in everyone's ears, making them suddenly feel that they had been locked in, and no matter where they fled, they could not escape the other person's gaze:
"The observation is completed, mankind...the moment of divine judgment has arrived..."