Lingpingan turned on the computer and made himself a cup of tea.
So I sat at the counter, waiting for the computer to start up, and drinking tea.
His computer is very old, from seven or eight years ago.
So every time I boot up, it's very slow.
The chassis was buzzing non-stop.
However, it is of high quality and has never had any problems after using it for so long.
It’s just that the processor is too old and can’t run most of the PC games on the market today, so it can only be used for office work or coding.
However, now is the era of mobile Internet.
It doesn’t matter if the computer is a bit rubbish, as long as the mobile phone is easy to use.
Therefore, Lingpingan has never been changed.
After about two minutes, the view finally appeared on the screen, and software icons began to appear one by one.
Many self-starting software also started to start.
Lingpingan turns off those anti-virus software and application software.
Then, he opened the web page, logged into the author's backend and took a look.
37…
In other words, it increased by five points today?
He nodded, this result is not bad!
So, open the document and start coding.
Crackling, the sound of keyboards sounded in the bookstore.
Kitty Best, lying gently next to the computer on the counter.
Its paws gently grabbed the bronze glutton on the counter.
Cats always like to play.
Obviously, this little glutton is now his cat toy.
Lingpingan was already immersed in his own world.
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Accardo opened his eyes weakly.
This was the first time he had woken up.
"Accardo..." The figure of the hostess was reflected in front of his eyes again: "How are you?"
"My little master..." Accardo replied weakly: "I'm okay..."
"What's wrong with you?" Ingulat asked with concern.
Lord Blood River has been in this unprecedented state of weakness for several days.
For several days, He remained unconscious.
He even revealed his true form in front of Ingulat for the first time - the Blood River Lord lying on his back, his face was pale and his whole body was emaciated.
This frightening strong man who made the entire Qinlu tremble could be killed by an ordinary person holding a sharp blade at this moment of weakness!
Moreover, He will never be able to rise again from the river of blood.
Because His power has been weakened to the point where he cannot even contact the river of blood!
"I went to a place and participated in a terrible trial..."
Accardo's eyes flickered, and his memory began to relive.
The sky was like a tumor, and the flames rained down from all over the sky.
Countless terrifying monsters are running across the vast land.
They are engaged in an eternal war with no end in sight.
Twisted flesh and blood and huge bones covered the earth.
Countless souls perished on the battlefield.
A being of Accardo's level is only worthy of being a high-level infantryman on that battlefield.
Even a terrifying monster as powerful as a god will not be able to escape the fate of his death once he steps into that battlefield.
Every day, thousands of strong people die there.
Every day, thousands of monsters join the battlefield from the outside world.
This battlefield of the abyss and hell.
The eternal bloody battlefield.
And He was thrown into the center of that terrible battlefield.
Even a god will have his mind twisted by an almost deformed killing intent, turning into a monster that only knows how to kill.
Accardo has privileges and enjoys a certain amount of waking time.
This greatly increases his probability of survival.
even so……
In his memory, Accardo also recalled several near-death experiences.
On one of these occasions, He was even affected by the aftermath of the fight between two terrifying monsters, and his soul and body were almost torn apart.
Thinking back on this, Accardo's hands and feet couldn't help but tremble.
It was truly the most terrifying experience He had ever experienced in his life.
"Trial?" Ingulat didn't quite understand: "What trial can make you hurt like this?"
"It can't be said..." Accardo lowered his head and said.
That is indeed something that cannot be said.
"Little Master..." Accardo suddenly said: "Please report to the Queen..."
"It's time to rethink our relationship with this country..."
"We want to build a closer partnership..."
After this trial, Accardo had only one feeling: there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.
He finally knew what kind of monster he was dealing with.
Therefore, He understood immediately.
own role and positioning.
So does Butanya!
As long as the bookstore owner is still here, he does not need to express his position. He is here and can already make this country invincible.
Only a fool would see an iron plate and still hit it head-on, causing his head to break and bleed.
And smart people always assess the situation.
Just like the Hundred Years' War, as soon as the New Qinling Battle failed, Butania immediately abandoned those past allies, first announced his acceptance of the Emperor of Daxia's four-point proposal on the world, and started peace talks.
Fo Langji, Flan, Lian Province, and Shinra were all tricked into tears.
It wasn't until the French put their king on the guillotine that all the countries finally woke up and understood.
"A closer partnership?" Ingoulart didn't understand.
Accardo smiled and said: "Just go and send the message...The Queen will understand..."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
Since Goulart was still young, of course he wouldn't understand such cryptic lines in diplomatic rhetoric.
But the Queen will know.
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Crackling.
The sound of keyboards echoed in the silent bookstore.
Those notes are recalled under the wallpaper.
Occasionally, some notes will penetrate the wallpaper, flow into the empty starry sky, and echo like thunder on the other side of the distant galaxy.
Griffin V Forge World.
Mechanical Bishop Almunia was kneeling in front of the steel gears, praying devoutly.
"The way of steel is materialistic, because machinery is the truth!"
"It's you, Duo Zhengrong!"
"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"
"You are the Holy Father, the Holy Mother, and the Holy Spirit!"
"The billions of turrets are your glory, and the roaring engines are your sermons!"
"I will walk in your ways like a machine walking on the earth, with engines roaring and steel smelting!"
"Blood and flesh are weak...Steel is eternal...Amen..."
He finished his prayer and stood up.
Feel the joy coming from the machine soul.
The machine soul still cheers for his piety today.
In the steel gears, there is a vague will from the spirit of all opportunities.
That will is grand, sacred, and even more compassionate.
In the face of this will, Almunia felt his own humility and insignificance, and also understood his ignorance and stupidity.
This made him ashamed.
"Great Spirit of All Opportunities..." he said: "Your devout believers are working for your immortal divine will..."
"Let's see..."
"How hardworking and brave they are!"
He opened his arms and the huge mechanical platform slowly rose.
The forging world beneath the surface was clearly visible before his eyes.
Countless pipelines are densely criss-crossed.
Countless servitors stood one after another, with tubes extending from the backs of their heads.
Under the influence of their brainpower, all data in the forge world is being calculated.
More servitors were in one workshop after another, operating a machine that was too cumbersome and began to cast parts one after another.
The red molten iron flowed out, and the huge forging hammer hammered loudly.
New battleships are being produced.
This is a brand-new battleship built to implement the divine instructions of the All-powerful Spirit.
It removes all uncleanness and profanity from carrier aircraft.
All space torpedo tubes that displeased the spirit of all machines were also removed.
And all the remaining space will be used to install large and thick turrets.
When it is built and raised to the starport, this brand new battleship will breathe the wrath of many steamed riveters.
It will have twelve main gun turrets and sixteen secondary battery arrays!
In an instant, you can tear apart all the enemies of all kinds of machines!
Let them be shattered to pieces in the fury of steel and machinery!
only……
Almunia closed her eyes.
He felt the sacred sounds coming from those steel and machines.
Crackling...
Crackling...
The oracle of the great Spirit of All Machines echoes in steel and echoes in machinery.
Almunia feels and tastes it.
This is a divine command!
It is also a guide for the pious!
He opened his eyes and found no one who felt the will from the spirit of all opportunities like him.
The Mechanical Bishop was ecstatic.
"Great Spirit of All Opportunities..." He burst into tears: "Your compassion and tolerance for me really make me feel ashamed!"
"I will believe in you more devoutly and firmly!" he swore.
The soul becomes colder because of this!
This means that he is one step closer to the path of steel!
So Almunia knelt down devoutly and kissed the steel under his feet.
Because that is the holy land of the spirit of all things!
In the steel, the mechanical echo becomes clearer.
Crackling...
Crackling...
It is the Spirit of All Opportunities delivering the sacred gospel to His devout believers.
Only the most pious people can feel the divine command!
Almunia felt that his e-cigarette began to confuse: "What does the spirit of all possibilities want to say to me?"
Undoubtedly, this extremely rhythmic oracle must contain the will of the great spirit of all opportunities.
So, he closed his eyes, put down all defenses, and loosened all protections, allowing his soul and will to get closer and closer to the great Spirit of All Opportunities.
Then, a sacred steel battleship appeared in his soul.
It is so sacred!
So, the first moment he saw it, Almunia knew that this was a steel battleship, a mechanical holy object, a real multi-steam riveted steel battleship!
Those sacred turrets, those pious armors, and those loyal engines.
This is truly a great battleship that only machinery and steel can create!
"Praise the Spirit of All Opportunities!" Almunia prostrated again with conviction.
All the drawings about this great battleship have been stored in his brain.
This is the will of the spirit of all opportunities!
It is also the holy object he will cast!
So the Mechanical Bishop stood up and pressed a button.
The entire foundry world, all workshops and projects, rang with bells.
Then, the voice of the Mechanical Bishop began to appear in the electronic cochlea of every Mechanical Priest and Servant.
"The great spirit of all things, and the oracle that gave me!"
"We will create a real mechanical relic!"
He sent the drawings of the sacred battleship given to him by the Spirit of All Opportunities, directly through the mechanical circuit, and printed them on the screens of all workshops.
All the mechanical priests were impressed by the appearance of this battleship the moment they saw it.
This is a real battleship!
This is a sacred object made of steel and machinery!
look……
There are so many sacred turrets...
look……
That pious barrel is so thick!
look……
That loyal engine is so charming!
Everyone felt that their blood vessels were swelling and their souls were trembling.
This is the battleship they should build!
In the past, the design and manufacturing of the false emperor could be thrown into the trash can!
And above these workshops and factories, there is the world on the surface.
The ecological template, which has just been launched, is now in operation.
The poisonous gases in the atmosphere are being sucked out one by one by huge air bags.
Huge starships, dragging comets one after another, lined up outside the planet.
Huge mechanical arms smashed these comets into pieces.
Countless pieces of solid ice fell down piece by piece.
Huge ice cubes cut through the atmosphere and fell onto the barren land.
At high temperatures, they melt rapidly.
Water slowly began to flow on the surface again.
And countless servitors, driving trucks, are eradicating the toxic substances that have been entangled with the surface of the earth for countless years in this vast and desolate world.
Suddenly...
The servitor seemed to feel something.
They raised their heads, and countless currents flashed back in their electronic eye sockets. They had already had their frontal lobes removed, and they seemed to know and understand something.
"I... am... who..." The servitor can even speak simple words.
"I...am...a...servant..."
"Servant of the Spirit of All Opportunities..."
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Lingpingan stopped typing with his fingers.
He stretched and leaned back on the chair.
Then, he looked at the word count on the document.
Um……
Two thousand words!
So, he whistled.
I looked up at the time, it was already half past six!
"Order takeout!" Lingpingan said.
So, he took out his mobile phone and ordered a beef rice bowl.
At the same time, he opened the souvenir.
Because when he just looked at his phone, he found that he seemed to have a lot of unread messages.
He clicked in and found that it was from his aunt.
They are all photos, signs taken when she was on vacation in Ryukyu.
Sun, beach, ocean...
There are also women one after another who look young and beautiful.
Lingpingan curled his lips as he looked at it, then shook his head. Then he left a message to his aunt: "Auntie, your photography skills have improved a lot!"
Want him to go on vacation?
There are no doors!
Then, he threw his phone on the counter and began to wait leisurely for the takeaway to arrive.
