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Chapter 39 The Savior

On this day, countless doomsday fortresses across the entire North American continent observed a grand celestial image.

First, a huge vortex appeared in the sky.

It tore open the dark red sky that had imprisoned the world for a full one hundred and two years.

The blue sky appears in the world again.

Then, in the whirlpool, an unimaginably huge bronze creation appeared.

He has a human outline, wears a simple cassock, has a face full of compassion, and is extremely holy.

As soon as he appeared, he grabbed all the focus.

Countless astronomers and experts who study the void saw this scene in the large radio telescopes of the Fortress of Doom.

"What is that?!" The electronic screen in the Doomsday Fortress also cut out the picture taken by the radio telescope.

The huge bronze man, with his hands clasped together, sat cross-legged and descended from the vortex.

The surviving humans in the doomsday fortresses all became nervous after watching this scene.

People recalled the sudden disaster a century ago.

Evil gods descended from the void, tearing apart the sky and destroying cities.

Then the earth was left in a mess and devastated, and flew towards the vast universe and starry sky.

Now, the same scene seems to be reappearing.

"Is He an evil god?" Some young people asked their parents.

"I don't know..." The parents shook their heads, looking confused.

But, everyone knows that no matter who He is, the destiny of mankind will change from today.

The next second, new changes appeared on the electronic screen.

The atmosphere is distorting.

A huge spider-like evil god descended from the starry sky.

His indescribable form, even though it has been filtered by numerous instruments, still makes everyone who sees him have crazy thoughts in their hearts.

Many people fainted on the spot.

That is their self-protection mechanism, and it is also a method of fighting madness that humans have developed over hundreds of years.

Cut off the consciousness of one's own functions and let the machine take over the body.

This way, you have a chance to reboot your body.

Instead of being twisted into a monster by the crazy thoughts and knowledge after catching a glimpse of the evil god.

The remaining people who could persevere saw the most unforgettable scene in their lives.

The huge evil god descended from the starry sky.

His figure distorted the atmosphere, and the huge spider legs covered with poisonous stings pierced the clouds and directly hit the bronze creation that had just arrived.

In electronic screens and in observations with radio telescopes.

A little smile overflowed from the bronze face of the bronze creation that came, full of compassion and warmth.

He opened his huge bronze left hand.

A weapon beyond imagination appeared in His hand.

It was as if this weapon had existed in His hand since ancient times.

Sacred light surrounds that weapon.

Six tubes, shining with incomparable holy luster, rotate slowly.

"Namo Amitabha!"

From the bottom of everyone's heart, they heard a Sanskrit chant of utmost compassion.

Then, they saw flames shooting out of the sky.

Huge bullets, carrying compassion and inspiration, hit the evil god descending from the starry sky.

Ta-ta-ta!

The entire atmosphere was shaken.

Ta-ta-ta!

Even space begins to distort!

Ta-ta-ta!

The evil god's limbs that pierced into the atmosphere were shattered one by one in front of this compassionate bullet.

"ah!"

A miserable howl resounded throughout the world.

The sky-wide light then occupied the sky and everything.

On the electronic screen, only a piece of snow was left.

Countless radio telescope components were directly burned out.

After a while, the few radio telescopes that were still working transmitted back the observed scenes.

The sky was as clean as new.

The blue sky and the white clouds.

Many people's eyes felt a little moist.

Then……

Wow!

They saw the rain falling from the sky.

It is blood with light.

The blood flowing from the evil god's body.

"Look at the ground!" someone exclaimed, pointing to the corner of the electronic screen.

People quickly moved some of the radio telescope lenses.

Then, everyone saw the most incredible scene in their lives.

Falling to the ground with blood mixed with light.

The land has long been barren and barren.

A little bit of emerald green color, struggling tenaciously to break out of the soil.

One hundred and two years after the Void Storm.

Plants sprout again on the earth.

"He is the Savior!" One after another, people knelt down and worshiped the bronze creation descending from the vortex on the electronic screen.

…………………………………………

Elizabeth, bathed in a rain of blood.

Drops of blood rained down on her.

Not only does it not have any fishy or dirty smell.

Instead she smelled the fragrance.

That's the flavor of life.

She knelt down and carefully moved her feet.

A green grass stubbornly poked out a small and tender leaf from the soil.

These are seeds that were already buried deep in the soil before the void storm.

For one hundred and two years, it had no chance of sprouting.

But today...

It sprouted.

Elizabeth carefully dug it out of the soil and held it in the palm of her hand.

Then he looked with great piety at the huge Buddha statue that was slowly disappearing from the vortex.

She knelt down, clasped her hands, and sent the great Savior, the truth of the universe.

"Excellent! Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva!"

"How great! Namo Gatling Bodhisattva!"

"Buddhism is compassionate and saves all living beings!"

If we talk about the past, Elizabeth still had doubts.

But after today, she finally knew.

What you find yourself is the true path to liberation, the path to complete rebirth, and the only truth in the universe.

"More is better! Bigger is beautiful!" She held the grass and jumped into the rising steel altar.

"I am responsible for finding a suitable lamb for my Lord!" She opened the "Mechanical Gospel".

She knew her mission.

I also understand, iron will.

believer!

The great Spirit of All Opportunities needs more believers!

The merciful Gatling Bodhisattva also needs more people to recite his scriptures.

So, she sat in the center of the Mechanical Temple and placed her palm on the Iron Holy Seat.

Steel and machinery, as if they were alive, came from all directions and enveloped her.

…………………………

Sunlight falls from outside the window sill into the house.

Lingpingan opened his eyes and yawned.

He stood up and sat up.

"I seem to have had a very pleasant dream!" he said.

Many things in the dream have been forgotten.

But some of them are particularly real and exciting.

Especially at the end, the feeling of smashing a monster into pieces with Gatling is really great!

Bullets are fired from the barrel.

In the spitting flames, a spider that was at least several kilometers long was directly smashed to pieces.

Thinking of this, Lingpingan sighed: "Why is there no such game on the market?"

Big monsters, big scenes, big special effects.

Never lose frames, lifelike.

Such a game can really only exist in dreams.

"I hope I can have such a dream next time!" He stood up and saw his cell phone dropped on the sofa.

After picking up the phone and swiping the screen, Lingpingan's expression suddenly changed.

"Holy shit!"

"You actually reported me!?"

The game screen on the screen has already returned to the interface.

And a system text message appeared in his mailbox.

He was deducted fourteen points and banned from playing for forty-eight hours!

"Hot chicken game! Hot chicken official!" Lingpingan scolded angrily: "I just fell asleep, and I didn't hang up the phone on purpose. I was actually deducted so many points and banned from swimming for 48 hours!?"

"Don't even think about taking a dime out of my pocket!"

Although he has never recharged.

Be it heroes or skins, they are either obtained by completing event missions or exchanged for various fragments.

Top up krypton gold?

Impossible in this life!

But this does not prevent him from calling himself a great consumer father.

Since he is a father, isn't it just as natural to scold planning and operations as scolding his son?


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