Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 363: Really Strange

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"Start the core!"

With a roar from Hillland, the atomic clock sped up, and the gears and levers acted on each other.

Boom, boom, the metal body was as tall as a mountain, but such an object could not exist at all, its frame would be crushed by its own weight and armor. The huge rollers pulled the cables made of spiritual materials, moving the parts with a precision that normal mechanisms could never achieve. They made a thunderous sound before a rainy night, working together to activate the willless body of the god.

"Not enough fuel! Your Highness! The Master's body has already activated one furnace. Without the Master's power, the remaining fuel is not enough to ignite the furnace again!"

A saint wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment. His qualifications and power were enough to name the church after himself, but he still acted like a rookie who had just entered the workshop before the sudden disaster of national destruction. Everyone was busy at their own positions nervously, and looked at the furnace core with worried eyes that was getting brighter but never reaching the critical point. The Lord allowed them to look at the body of God as explorers with an analytical and knowledge-seeking eye, but did not allow them to make changes without authorization - not to mention that they themselves did not have the ability to do so.

The huge underground building was filled with the sounds of machinery operating. The roar of metal colliding drowned out his shouts. He could not leave his workstation, so he could only shout as loudly as he could: "Your Highness! Your Highness! Fuel reserves are rapidly decreasing!"

Hillan is a middle-aged man with a serious and square face, a strong body and a capable temperament, as if he is a professor of mechanical manufacturing in a university. Most people in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery have the temperament of both craftsmen and professors.

He raised his arm and picked up a flat rectangular object, and the lens at the back projected a picture directly in front of him.

With a slight sound, the screen quickly outlined a young and handsome figure. His clothes and hair were soaked at this moment. A huge alchemical matrix was implanted into the land, following the principle of "equal substitution" to create a huge wall. The wall took advantage of the defects of alchemy and continuously absorbed the vitality of the seawater, constantly growing and extending. But there was still a heavy rain pouring down from above like water.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed water splashing, because it was not rain, but waves that could not be blocked by the high walls.

The picture is full of color, 1:1 life-size, and translucent. If it weren't for the faint blue light emitted by the scenery and Bonois Gustave appearing in it, it would really make people feel that this scene is happening here.

If a professor of the communications industry who knew nothing about Feifan appeared here, he would be greatly shocked by the scene before his eyes - the "Rosel Handheld Communications Device" that was considered incomprehensible and impossible to exist had already been technically realized by the Steam Church, and was even more perfect!

Considering that the second generation of the difference engine was still a manuscript and the most advanced communication equipment at present is still the telegraph, it is no exaggeration to say that such a small prop that looks like a palace mirror is priceless.

"Bonova, report the situation!"

Bonois Gustave in the picture opened his mouth, but a huge shadow smashed towards him, and a section of the alchemical dam collapsed. A huge amount of sea water and metal blocks as big as a house hit the water, creating a new whirlpool.

It took a full five seconds for the angel to emerge from the sea water that contained the tyrant's pressure and anger and climb onto a piece of driftwood.

Bonois looked far to the west, and then said in a low voice:
"The waters of the Intermediate Sea are flooding the central plateau, 15 meters above sea level, and have not yet surpassed the lowest mountain in the Honachis Mountains."

Fifteen meters above sea level... that is to say, it is enough to submerge most of the ground of Intis, leaving only a few spires of the cathedral and the head of the statue of Emperor Roselle in Trier! Hillran suddenly felt that the whole workshop was a little quieter:

"Report the scope of the disaster!"

"Everything north of the Honachis Mountains was flooded, and there were almost no survivors."

Almost nothing - Hillran's first thought was to rebuke Bonova for this vague word. In the dictionary of craftsmen, there should not be ambiguous words such as "probably", "perhaps", and "almost". An error of one centimeter or even one millimeter could lead to earth-shaking consequences. He heard the sound of data and metal tools falling to the ground. Several senior deacons of the "Mechanical Heart" who were suspected to be from the north looked at him blankly, and also looked at the projected picture blankly, as if they were trying to find some shadows of their homeland from it.

But there was nothing there but a vast ocean, and the angel was drifting on a piece of driftwood.

Hillan began to feel that such a vague statement might have some advantages - almost nothing, it could always give people a tiny bit of hope, even if everyone knew it should be "definitely nothing".

Bonova squeezed his clothes and squeezed a few drops of water out of his wet sleeves. His body quickly began to heat up, and in less than five seconds, all his clothes were dried, and his hair seemed to be a little more fluffy than before.

He maintained the stability of the piece of driftwood he was standing on, and could see the mess both above and below the sea.

In the sea water below his feet were the remains of collapsed houses. Relatively stable foundations were still on the ground (or underwater), but glass was shattered and furniture disappeared. There were all kinds of debris and dead marine life floating on the sea. Waves came one after another, and the sea water was turbid. Bonova saw a hand stretched out from the sea surface a few hundred meters away, as if asking for help, but then he found that it was just a hideous broken limb. The human body connected to the arm had disappeared, and fresh blood was constantly flowing out of the broken part.

It was a pretty scary scene, but Bonois didn't react much.

"What is the Lord's will?"

"The Lord has not yet given the oracle, what is your choice?"

Facing the most pious angel, Hillan considered his words for a moment: "Protect Intis and the Lord's believers."

"Then light the core, Hillran."

The remains of the steel piled up, providing material for the alchemical dam.

Bonova persevered in repairing the broken metal wall in the water under his feet, braving the waves, and letting it grow again, higher than the sea level, to block the continuous influx of seawater, even though it was actually useless. As He heard the prayers, the cold seawater poured into countless houses and people's mouths and noses, and people were blocked by the surging seawater before they could escape.

They drowned due to lack of oxygen and became floating corpses one after another, hitting the ceiling or floating out and swaying with the waves of the ocean current.

At first there was a gurgling sound of water in their throats, but it soon died down.

A large amount of negative emotions and pain of death flooded into the minds of the two angels. They frowned at the same time. Being affected by strong emotions in a short period of time made them feel uncomfortable as if their gears were stuck.

"Lighting the core is the only way."

Bonois' tone was calm, like a daily conversation, but also like an order: "Use me or you."

"You are too far away. Rushing back now will cause more casualties. I will be the most efficient choice to act as the core."

"Ok."

The concise and efficient conversation ended. Hillland responded and turned around to see that the senior deacons who were at a loss just now had adjusted their emotions and were picking up the dropped documents and tools as quickly as possible to make up for their mistakes.

"Maintain the stable operation of the holy body."

He handed the communication device to the saint standing beside him, and the ground under Hilllan's feet gradually deformed and reorganized, transforming the simplest piece of metal into a perfect and advanced foot-operated flame-jetting floating device. The saints and senior deacons around him stared with their eyes wide open, and a group of craftsmen stretched their necks, and the sounds of wiping and putting on glasses were heard incessantly. Some people even asked the alchemy dolls around them to help record the entire process of the modification.

Hillran was not surprised by the reactions of the people around him. At the moment of making a decision, his logic circuit immediately weighed the pros and cons. He left an alchemical doll of himself outside, and also left a backup of data and memory. In case of any accident, it would not be unacceptable to let the doll continue to live as the new "self", but the status of an angel depends on God's will.

The flaming aircraft slowly rose into the air, and after rising dozens of meters, it reached the chest of the huge metal giant.

He continued to rise, rising to the position of the head, and then Hillan raised his hand, and the tightly fitted armor plate on the metal giant's chest slowly moved to create a gap. He floated up from the aircraft and walked into the gap on the growing metal.

The intense heat hit instantly. Hillland's hair was blown up by the hot wind one second, and the next second, it turned into ashes along with his skin and outer clothes. His flesh and blood took on a metallic luster, and quickly turned into a bright red in the high temperature, as if it would turn into a burning skeleton in the next moment.

Hillan's body began to melt and turned into liquid metal, all falling into the furnace in his chest.

Boom!

With the entry of authority, liquid metal and spiritual flames became entangled, constantly burning and rising.

Under the astonished and reverent gazes of the top leaders of the Church of Steam and Mechanics, the mountain-high giant began to vibrate, and its outer shell and interior renewed themselves with the infusion of authority, taking on a silvery-white luster!
Hillan suddenly felt as if he had entered an extremely empty place, as if his whole body was burning in flames. He could not see anything clearly. It was also as if his limbs were firmly fixed to the ground and he could not even feel a finger.

He immediately realized what was happening—this was a body prepared for God, not something an angel could drive. He was now like a baby wearing an adult's full metal diving suit, unable to even stretch out and touch the ends of his limbs!
It doesn't matter... Even if it's a baby, as long as you stuff the whole body into the sleeves, you can at least move your palms.

He tried hard to sense his non-existent arm, and imagined his broken fingertips through meditation. Then, Hillan "closed his eyes", listened to the prayers of the believers, and slowly and with difficulty moved his fingers.

"Bonois Gustave, coordinates confirmed..."

The fire in the furnace core suddenly became brighter, and the giant's body shook, causing all the people standing on the metal connecting bridge to fall to one side or the other.

The right arm of the metal body made a grasping motion extremely slowly. At the moment when the craftsmen held their breath and concentrated, all the energy was transferred to this hand in an instant. The right arm of the body was raised high with difficulty and waved in the air.

A high silver-white wall that was dozens of times stronger than Bonova's alchemy suddenly rose up in the waves, isolating the waves from outside.

……

By the time the God of Steam and Machinery noticed that Intis was being hit by a tsunami, the waves had already flooded over Dilis.

He subconsciously wanted to lend a helping hand, but as soon as his attention began to shift, the Original Witch bound in his chest moved her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if waiting for him to relax his control over her.

Anger and chill instantly swept through most of the mind of the God of Steam and Machinery. He had to suppress it temporarily, listening to the cries of his believers, restraining his desire to descend from the sky, and continuing to focus all his attention on suppressing Chick.

In the spiritual world of the opponent, Chick stepped on the spider silk that spread all over the sky and suddenly turned his neck.

He smiled at Medici who was struggling with the endless corpses:

"The God of Steam and Machinery can no longer suppress me. How long do you think He can hold on?"

Medici set fire to the corpses that were pouring in and turned them into ashes once again. His sight slid across the giant Dragon King City, Liveseyd, which was tied up by layers of spider silk and hung in the air, with the frivolous smile on his face still intact.

"I really don't know how you have the nerve to regard Pale Disaster as your battle record. From the name to the battle record, does it have anything to do with you?"

"You're just talking big, Medici."

The snake changed its angle to attack Medici, but Chike was as unmoved as a spider in the center of a spider web:
"Everything you are so proud of doesn't seem to be that strong. It's just bluffing. As expected, the record without witnesses and insiders is useless. When you can't show the Feast of Betrayal, I should know that you are just bluffing."

"Haha, the God of War who once had an extremely glorious record, now may not even be able to meet the requirements of the godhood ceremony. Don't you feel very pitiful, Medici?"

"Hehe, idiot."

Medici scratched his ear with great disdain. This action combined with his current expression once again gave Chike an extremely bad impression: "Don't you even have a brain? Haven't you realized that my strength is not just Sequence One?"

While thinking about how to retreat and how to delay time, he continued to speak:

"Then guess who restored my strength?"

Chick frowned, then relaxed: "Is that important to me?"

"Everyone knows that the Creator is behind you. Who else would..."

Before he finished speaking, Chike's pair of obsidian-bright eyes suddenly widened, almost popping out of their sockets. He watched as layers of gray mist suddenly emerged around Medici, and then a tall figure passed through the blockade of the God of Steam and Machinery, passed through his own mental barriers, and cast his gaze from a very high place, looking through countless spaces and looking at him calmly.

Medici was also stunned.

The moment he was touched by the gray mist, he suddenly felt that he was going to lose control of his body, so he immediately tensed his whole body and took a state of alert for fighting.

This was quite a misstep, as if to say that he and his reinforcements didn't actually have a very good relationship, but fortunately the Original Witch didn't notice it.

Medici reacted quickly, hiding his daze very well, and even continued to laugh twice in a bluffing manner. But the next moment, neither he nor the Original Witch could laugh anymore, because they both watched at the same time as the ethereal figure made of gray mist moved slightly and gave them a meaningful smile.

Then, he put a crystal monocle on his right eye.

TBC
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Medici: 6.

Fool: I’m sorry, Medici. I’m really out of ideas. I’ll just take a look… ah?

(End of this chapter)