She could only bow her head and worship: "Great God... If you are willing to give me a chance... then... I am willing to dedicate everything to serve you!"
She knew that the god in front of her might not be a kind person at all.
Maybe there is a terrible conspiracy.
but……
For the Spirit Race, there is no longer any choice.
so……
All parties in the Spirit Clan are already looking for a way out.
For even a slight chance, they will try at all costs.
The Dark Eldar, in the webway city of Commorragh, were succumbing to their own rage.
Relying on torture and sensory stimulation to avoid Slaanesh's sight.
In fact, this is to use the power of the Blood God to fight against Slaanesh.
It is equivalent to taking poison beforehand when you know you are going to die.
Let Slaanesh retreat, but successfully attracted Khorne's attention.
The Eldar of the Arkworld chose to hone themselves.
Establish various precepts and devote all of yourself to one path after another.
Through hard and long-term training, you can eliminate your other emotions.
But this is actually just treating the symptoms and not the root cause.
It just delays its own decline.
Still cannot escape the pursuit of Slaanesh.
It’s the clowns…
By laughing at everything and ridiculing everything.
Weaving a stage in the warp capable of deceiving Slaanesh.
And relying on the network tunnel left by the ancient saints, the ghost appears and disappears.
But is this not suicide in another sense?
The god of laughter who mocks the colored iniquity.
A troupe of clowns who laugh at everything.
Isn't it a breeding ground for new evil gods?
Just like the spirit race in those days gave birth to evil in the ultimate depraved enjoyment.
But, this is the fate of the Eldar race.
It is also the cruel truth of the entire universe!
All things are sad, and all races are suffering.
All sentient beings are doomed to a life of suffering at the moment of their birth.
The Chaos God, the green-skin frenzy, the invasion of the Great Devourer...
There is always a painful way to die.
That is, he was born in a safe rear area.
The butcher knives and whips of the same race are no worse than those of the Chaos Legion, green-skinned beasts and the Great Devourer.
Even if you are lucky enough to escape all these disasters.
Born in a remote star field where there is plenty, peace, tranquility, and no danger.
However, there is no guarantee that one day, a desolate and uninhabited planet in his own star system will suddenly wake up.
That was the tomb of a noble from the Necrons tens of millions of years ago.
Now, it wakes up...
In short, the fundamental tone of this universe is despair.
All ethnic groups, as long as they still have bodies and desires, are desperate and painful...
A quiet death is the greatest happiness in the galaxy.
This is even more true for the Spirit Race.
Therefore, Cleia expressed her attitude very simply.
As long as he can help the Eldar deal with the threat of Slaanesh.
Don't talk about taking refuge in evil gods.
Even if he becomes a minion of the evil god, what does it matter?
……………………
Lingpingan looked at the little thing in front of him.
He was a little surprised and a little amazed.
Maybe it's because of the 'game'.
He is a little more indulgent and wanton than reality.
Full of bad taste.
Perhaps this is because he understands that no matter what he does in this universe, it will not affect the world that raised him.
So, he smiled and had a little inspiration.
That spiritual light fell on the forehead of the little boy in front of him.
Lingpingan said: "Go!"
"After this task is completed, the opportunity will appear!"
As he spoke, his figure quietly disappeared in the starry sky.
………………………………
Cleia watched the glimmer of light fall into her forehead.
Then, she understood everything.
In my mind, there is a mechanical watch that has been wound up.
Click click click.
The clock is already turning.
This means that it has started timing.
Before the clockwork runs out, if she can complete the mission of that god.
Then, this mechanical watch will guide her to find the power to fight against Slaanesh.
otherwise……
Don't mention anything.
This is also what is meant by chance.
Chance, opportunity.
Opportunity, fate.
Once you catch it, you catch it.
If you didn’t catch it, you didn’t catch it!
Listen to the mechanical pointer ticking.
Cleia understood that she didn't have much time.
She must hurry up!
only……
This mission!
Her eyes widened suddenly.
In front of her eyes, a light screen appeared that only she could see.
Blocks of text that she didn't recognize were dancing.
There are whispers, quietly explaining these words.
"Mission: Spread!"
"I have a story that I want to tell the entire universe, so I chose you! An outstanding theater leader! Go ahead and turn my story into a drama and spread it to as far a star field as possible!"
"Requirement: Within a standard Tyranid year, the story should be compiled into a drama and spread to as many star fields as possible!"
"At least 300 million viewers need to watch and know this story!"
"Tip: The more viewers you have, the bigger your final reward will be!"
Then, a story came to light in her mind.
Watch this story.
Cleia's pupils suddenly dilated.
………………………………
Griffin V Forge World.
The ocean has reappeared on the surface of the earth.
On one planet, it even rained in the atmosphere recently.
This is the first rain since the Adeptus Mechanicus arrived on this planet.
This means that the planet's atmospheric circulation has re-emerged.
And on the track.
In the huge star port, the sights of all members of the Mechanicus have been focused here.
Archbishop Almunia, standing on the machine platform.
Staring at the huge ship that was slowly leaving the star port.
A holy object made of wisdom given by the great Spirit of All Opportunities.
Battleship of polysteamed riveted steel.
Cannon barrels shining with cold light were densely packed on the surface of the battleship.
The curvature engine roared and ejected high-temperature plasma flames.
A huge six-barreled Gatling gun is installed on the bow of the ship.
The black muzzle was raised high.
The servitors were lying on the barrel, performing final inspections.
finally……
This giant battleship, which was more than 20 kilometers long, slipped from the orbit of the star port.
The black hull is bathed in the radiance of stars.
The iron will cheers.
Cheers to machinery and steel.
The machine soul was extremely happy and let out an excited roar that made all the members of the Mechanicum tremble.
Almunia was so happy that he immediately led everyone to kneel on the ground, worshiping the steel and mechanical creation and reciting prayers.
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, and start the piston and engine..."
"Toll the bell twice, ignite the turbine, ignite the engine, and inject life..."
"Ring the bell three times..."
"Let us praise together!"
"The great spirit of all possibilities!"
While praying, they asked the great spirit of all opportunities, or the great and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, to manifest a miracle.
Hard work pays off!
In chorus of praise and chanting.
On that great battleship, blossoming Buddha lotuses quietly appeared!
Almunia was so excited that he praised even louder.
Even those ignorant servitors sang along.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
They banged on the steel pipe.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The devout Mechanicus priests hammered on the steel floor.
Even on the ground, in the forging world in the core of the earth, the brain servants who had closed their eyes all opened their electronic pupils.
The vocal cords that had been removed by surgery seemed to have grown back.
They opened their mouths, withered lips, and made loud sounds.
It was like a madman shouting, or like a wild beast in a nightmare.
But in the end, these sounds turned into holy Sanskrit chants.
The steel ceilings kept falling down one after another.
The high-pitched Sanskrit chants then became one.
No one needs to teach them, they already know innately how to praise their Savior and praise their Savior.
The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva!
"Praise to Gatling Bodhisattva, who has been practicing deep Prajna Honey for a long time, holding six tubes..."
In Sanskrit singing, even in the forging world, there is a sacred six-tube Gatling slowly rotating.
And on the track.
Countless priests of the Mechanicus and soldiers of the Mechanical Army have seen the deep space of the universe.
A holy country is opening its doors to them.
It was a place that was empty.
Countless gears, tightly meshed together.
The entire universe seems to have turned into a mechanical universe.
Steel, engines, turbines, parts...
That’s all the universe has to offer!
Those gears slowly opened, and a corner of mechanical heaven appeared in their eyes.
There are countless giant cannons suspended in the sky.
Door after door, so densely packed that you can’t even see the end.
The ground beneath your feet is made of steel.
Huge mechanical guards walk among them.
The majestic body of the future Buddha is looming in the distance.
He is still sleeping.
Waiting for the time to come.
Then, he descended into the mortal world, saved all sentient beings, led people, and left behind this fragile body.
Embrace steel, embrace truth.
Flesh is weak, steel is eternal!
So, everyone was excited.
Mechanical paradise really exists!
Now, even the most skeptical people in the past are shouting fanatically: "Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"
"The great spirit of all possibilities!"
"The Great and Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva!"
"The future of immortality will be so full of strength!"
"Please come!"
"Please come!"
"I beg the Buddha to show mercy and help us transcend this sea of suffering of flesh and blood, reach the other shore of machinery, and achieve the fruit of steel!"
Amidst the fervent prayers and chanting of scriptures.
In the deep space of the universe, a Bodhisattva, clad in a steel cassock and made entirely of bronze, with kind eyebrows and eyes full of compassion, and holding a mechanical holy object, quietly appeared.
He looks at all the believers who worship Him.
In his eyes, there is nothing but compassion.
"Amitabha!" the Bodhisattva spoke with compassion.
In the eyes of a Bodhisattva, all living beings are equal.
In the eyes of a Bodhisattva, all living beings are suffering.
Therefore, He treats everyone without distinction.
Whether it's a mechanical bishop or a servitor whose brain's frontal lobe has been cut off.
Even Naopao is generally equal in the eyes of Bodhisattva.
because……
The way of steel is materialism.
Everything derived from flesh and blood is painful.
Then, from the corner of the Bodhisattva's eyes, a drop of steel tears quietly fell.
For these sentient beings who suffer from flesh and blood, and for these sentient beings who have not yet discovered the truth of the way of steel and machinery.
The Bodhisattva sheds tears.
Everyone's heart is troubled by it.
Even the brain servants shed tears.
"Buddha!"
"Buddha!"
Everyone worshiped and cried.
Almunia even shouted loudly: "I ask Bodhisattva to help me enter the mechanical paradise, the Steel Spirit Mountain!"
Everyone else followed suit and begged: "Please Bodhisattva help us enter the mechanical paradise, the Steel Mountain!"
The Bodhisattva lowered his brows: "Idiot!"
"Don't you understand yet?"
People raised their heads and looked at the compassionate Bodhisattva.
The great and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva who never stops saving the world.
Just listen to the Bodhisattva saying: "The mechanical paradise can only be entered by those with merit..."
"The Lingshan Mountain of Steel requires people with a predestined relationship to have a chance to join it..."
"So, even I can't save you and others to enter the mechanical paradise, the Steel Spirit Mountain!"
"You must practice Buddhism diligently and understand the way of machinery. Only by achieving the Fruit of Steel can you ascend to the mechanical heaven and have a place in the Iron Mountain!"
Listen to the Bodhisattva’s explanation.
Almuniya was so blessed that he immediately asked: "May I ask Bodhisattva, how can we achieve the fruit of steel??"
The Bodhisattva sighed and said: "If you want to achieve the Fruit of Steel by practicing alone, you must have great wisdom and perseverance!"
"In the past, when I was not enlightened, I buried myself in the avenue of machinery and studied the truth of steel for countless thousands of years..."
"Sinking into a sea of flesh and blood, never to see the light of day..."
"Suffering all kinds of hardships, experiencing all kinds of difficulties..."
Almunia was shocked when he heard this.
But thinking about it carefully, I feel that this is the right way.
How can the Fruit of Steel and the Great Mechanical Path be easily attained?
only……
He looked at the Bodhisattva, kowtowed and said: "Bodhisattva... I'm afraid I don't have your perseverance and wisdom..."
"I'm afraid it's impossible for most people to have such perseverance and wisdom..."
"If that's the case..."
"Bodhisattva, aren't you abandoning me to the sea of suffering?"
"I hope Bodhisattva will be compassionate..."
These words were what he suddenly understood after meeting Gatling Bodhisattva.
The barrel of the gun in the Bodhisattva's hand slowly started to rotate.
He sighed: "Naturally!"
"As a compassionate Buddha, of course I will not abandon all sentient beings!"
"So with great compassion and great wisdom, we will open another avenue for the suffering sentient beings!"
"To enable all living beings to achieve the fruit of steel!"
Almunia was pleasantly surprised.
All members of the Mechanicus, even those mechanical creations that had just awakened due to the arrival of Gatling Bodhisattva, also pricked their ears.
Then I heard the Bodhisattva say: "This way is the enlightenment of merit..."
"Saving one person is a meritorious service..."
"Accumulating merit is a virtue, and a thousand people are a virtue!"
"Full of merits..."
"You can soar to the mechanical spiritual mountain, attain the Iron Path Fruit, and become the Iron Arhat and the Mechanical Heavenly Dragon!"
As he spoke, the Bodhisattva gently tapped his big bronze hand.
A mechanical scripture fell into everyone's mind.
"Mechanical Diamond Sutra"!
A scripture dedicated to saving all living beings and spreading the praises of the Great Way of Steel.
A sutra that records the deeds and wisdom of the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Bodhisattva Gatling and the future Buddha Tajvava!
"Thank you Bodhisattva!" Almunia was sincerely convinced.
"Thank you Bodhisattva!" Everyone, including the servants, burst into tears of gratitude!
