In an instant, the sky darkened again. The darkness, which was deeper than the night, did not simply lose its light, but entered some more distant and primitive realm, such as...the universe?
That's right, when you raise your head, you see the universe.
Countless stars twinkled on the magnificent deep purple curtain, forming a long river across the dome. Its dazzling brilliance would be unimaginable unless seen with your own eyes. But when you look closely, you will find that they are not actually stars, but
They are brass-colored spheres that rotate counterclockwise. The reason why they sparkle with the brilliance of stars is because the hot steam emitted from the huge exhaust holes on the surface of those brass spheres is affected by the mysterious outside world.
The reflection and scattering of light into the glass ball-like human eye forms such a magnificent and beautiful sea of light.
Although they are not real stars, these brass spheres also operate in an orderly manner, as if following a certain law and jointly maintaining the basic principles of this universe. Some spheres are planets, with circles of gears surrounding their outer layers.
Beautiful star rings, they show jagged edges sliding layer by layer against the deep purple cosmic background. The distance swept by the arc trajectory each time it slides, if calculated using astronomers' formulas, would probably take hundreds of millions.
Measured in units of thousands of miles; some spheres are stars, their size and size are so huge that just existing there is enough to scare the hearts of mortals looking up from the ground. They cannot imagine what kind of terror is wrapped under those tight steel shells.
A surging force; some other spheres are comets, dragging their thin cloud-like tail flames amid the roaring roar of the internal steam engines and piston devices, whistling past the edge of the gear ring and the steel star, in
A straight trajectory was drawn under the vast and vast curtain.
The cultists of Space-Time Ingmar once described the world as a machine that relies on cold basic rules and logical underlying codes. The scientist Babbage once imagined a machine that uses meshing, rotation, translation, etc. between gears.
He believed that its birth would revolutionize the social rules of the entire industrial era and push steam civilization to a more glorious peak, and named it the difference engine.
As time has passed, the cultists of Time and Space Ingmar are still lingering in the false vision described in the secret book, almost crazy. People can't imagine what Babbage's state of mind was when he said those words, or whether he thought it was different.
Is the machine just a beautiful but false imagination? But at this moment, some small humans are lucky enough to witness the results of the unification of the two theories with their own eyes. In this field pioneered by the steam engine god Alexander -
Differentially closed universe.
Gears are biting, steam is roaring, and amidst the fierce storm visible to the naked eye, the majestic body of Supreme Alexander has slowly risen to the highest point of sight, looking down at this mechanical universe that is at a standstill but is eternally operating. Even at this distance
From a distance, everyone can still clearly see that the golden light shining in His eyes has gradually transformed into a more pure and holy white gold. Not only the eyes, but also the steel armor covering the body and the gears connecting the joints
pipes, and the running steam towers... Every part of the castle, fortress or giant that can be seen with the naked eye is coated with a layer of finely polished brilliant light, which is condensed to purity.
The light filaments flashed like electric light, and even the shape of the skirt armor blades was outlined from the waist armor downwards, as if the god who was born to control steam and machinery was covered with a platinum-gold glorious armor, which looked so
It is sacred, so majestic, and has an awe-inspiring and inviolable demeanor that makes people dare not even look far away.
When these majestic and sacred platinum lights gradually covered the body of Supreme Alexander like a dye, strange changes also occurred on His huge arms, and the roaring steam towers slowly moved in the rolling and boiling waves of scorching mist.
Moved to both sides and separated, the armor plate below cracked and cracked. Steel pipes passed through the cracks, connected to the openings in the gaps between the armor plates, and were connected to Alexander through several consecutive transfer points.
The next moment, countless green-blue liquid burst out from the power furnace in the heart of his chest, continuously injected into his arm through the pipe, and finally gathered in the palm of his hand, forming a semi-circular green-blue liquid.
The colored crystal seems to symbolize the gathering of blood and the core of energy, surging with tidal heartbeats and breathing.
Under the waist armor, the area that was supposed to be hollow suddenly made a loud roaring sound. The steel feet that looked like they were spliced together by steam towers and power furnaces slowly stretched out, on its knees, heels and soles.
Other key parts are wrapped in a thick layer of mechanical structure, and there are also pipes that inject blue blood into it to provide power. It looks full of a sense of technology and power at the same time.
The head shaped like an airship is also covered in white-gold light. Two sharp sharp horns shining with golden light extend forward and upward in a V-shape, piercing the sky. Clusters of bright light filaments shine from the top of the head.
It flows out from the helmet and spreads out like a lion's mane, flying high in the cosmic airflow formed by star particles and comet tail flames, like a flag guiding the direction; behind him, Ben shows holiness and divinity.
On the pure white wings, millions of pure white flying feathers separated from the wing surface at the same time, falling like a dreamy white rain, leaving only a hollow wing bone stretching alone in the void, but its color is not that of a bone.
It's pale, but has a cold and serious luster like steel.
Along with the clicking sound, small exhaust holes opened on the surface of the wing bones, but what spewed out from them was not hot steam, but bunches of radiating platinum flames. These
The flames formed new feathers, covering them layer by layer, allowing the pair of shining and gorgeous platinum fire wings to lift the majestic body of the Machine God, standing proudly in the center of the starry universe. With a slight stretch, it set off a terrifying universe.
The storm, the flame particles that are constantly erupting, push the invisible gravitational tide to sweep away in circles, washing away the gear rings of the planets and the steel surfaces of the stars, making all tangible materials tremble, as if the universe is welcoming
Rebirth and destruction come at the same moment.
Mecha-god Alexander clenched his steel fists, slowly opened them to both sides, put his feet together, and raised his head slightly. His posture seemed to be embracing the universe, and also seemed to be obtained from human fantasies and wishes.
He was reborn. The brilliant mane woven with light threads on the back of his head was flying like long human hair, and his eyes were flashing with the light of reason and the flame of divinity. From every part of his body, there was
One can see an unparalleled majesty and shock, a god who is a combination of steel body and glorious armor, steam blood and mechanical heart, the creator of reality, the controller of time and space, and the only symbol of absolute order and absolute rationality.
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"Becoming a god...completed..."
The steady and heavy sound echoes in every corner of the differentially closed universe, like the chime of steel and the chorus of gears, interlocking the listener's heartbeat and breathing until they become part of this ancient creation machine——
"Human, I am...Perfect Alexander..."
"Now... I will lead you... to experience the deepest and blazing despair..."