I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Now, it seems to be saying goodbye to the city.

The sky is not yet bright, and the moon is like a hook, only a fish belly is visible in the east.

Robert Buaro looked at the towering buildings and rolling bearings, letting the breeze blow his face, smelling the mechanical smell from the city of gears, without saying a word, he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know if it was at this moment before he died, those lost histories, everything in the past, became the picture in Robert Buaro's mind, accompanied by the morning light, constantly changing in front of his eyes.

The phantom in front of Robert Buaro's eyes gradually blurred, the past and reality kept separating and overlapping.

He seemed to be able to see that the Broken God was finally whole.

Robert Buaro blinked his dull eyes to drive away the illusion, wanting to stand higher and see further.

But he no longer has feet.

Fusha sensed his thoughts and quickly helped him up.

Robert Buaro suddenly felt that his vision became clearer. He saw that the Church of the Broken God that he had guarded for thousands of years had finally grown stronger.

Gears, machinery.

What a wonderful world.

Robert Buaro sighed, closing his eyes forever.

The patron saint of the Church of the Broken God for nearly a thousand years has finally come to the end of his glorious life.

Below the terrace, the believers of the Church of the Broken God couldn't hide their grief when they saw this scene. They knelt down and kowtowed.

At this time, the sun finally rose from the sea level, and the golden morning light hit Robert Buaro's face, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep...

fell asleep forever...

……

I would like to share a good news with you. The editor told me that this little book will be recommended next week. Let me save some manuscripts. I will not update it in the last two days. I will update it once when it is recommended. , Thank you again for the leader of the boss Fan Momo.

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 286 Where to go

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jue had just finished washing when he learned the news of Robert Buaro's death.He was not in a hurry to worship, nor did he ask how to deal with the funeral, because Robert Buaro must have made arrangements for these matters.

In fact, ever since Robert Buaro returned from a serious injury, the Cult of the Broken God has been mentally prepared for this outcome.

But when things came to an end, most people still couldn't hide the sadness in their hearts and cried out.

The whole city is full of mourning.

After the uncomplicated memorial ceremony, Robert Buaro's body was thrown into the sea—in fact, from the moment he died, his body had become a pile of broken parts.

In the evening, the Church of the Broken God held an all-member meeting, and all members of the congregation in the City of Gears participated, confirming Zhang Jue as the next leader of the Church of the Broken God.

This was arranged by Robert Buaro long ago, without any problems.

The funeral arrangements are completed and everything is back to normal.

Zhang Jue held several meetings and confirmed with a group of senior leaders the next course of action for the Church of the Broken God.

——Low-key, low-key, low-key again.

After Robert Buaro's death, the Cult of the Broken God has no leader, and the Foundation and GOC will definitely take this opportunity to make trouble.

With Zhang Jue in the middle, this process may not be so intense, but the premise is that the Church of the Broken God does not want to kill itself.

Therefore, Zhang Jue's strategy is to build high walls, accumulate food widely, and slowly seek hegemony.

Make a fortune in silence.

According to Zhang Jue's thinking, the Church of the Broken God is best at mechanical creation, so while recuperating, it can develop and grow in this area.

Only when one's own strength grows, will one not be bullied by others.

What kind of aircraft tanks, nuclear bomb aircraft carriers, all can be built for him.

The mechanical army may not be useful in the face of high-dimensional creatures, but it is enough to deal with ordinary scenes.

As for those ghosts and gods, he will do it himself.

Listening to Zhang Jue's eloquent talk, everyone felt that this was indeed a feasible solution.

But there is one difficulty that cannot be solved.

A staff officer raised his hand and said, "My lord, your idea is very good, but... how to solve the problem of resources?"

???

Zhang Jue was stunned for a while, and it took a while to realize that he seemed to have missed this important question.

The Church of the Broken God is good at manipulating machinery, but it cannot produce ore out of thin air.

Make bricks without straw.

He is a mechanical army and an aircraft carrier, so he doesn't know how much manpower and material resources will be consumed.

The Church of the Broken God has no technical barriers, but there is nothing that should be consumed.

Zhang Jue thought for a while, and the smile returned to his face.

"You can design the blueprints according to the plan first, and you don't have to worry about the resources. I will take care of it."

His smile was wretched, and he didn't know what bad idea came to his mind.

In this way, Zhang Jue stayed in the city of gears for three days.

In these three days, some people in the Church of the Broken God had a different impression of him.

The most obvious of these is Fusa, Robert Buaro's former secretary.

Robert Buaro is serious and upright, quite dignified, and has a great leadership style.

Compared with him, Zhang Jue is a little frivolous.

Although he is already the leader of the Cult of the Broken God, he always likes to joke or say some irrelevant words.

Many times, Fusha wanted to remind him to pay attention to his image, but held back at the last moment.

She was very glad that she didn't talk too much.

Because she found that she really underestimated the newly promoted leader.

Unlike Robert Buaro, Zhang Jue is younger and has a more open mind.

What mechanical army, what Transformers, what EVA Gundam.

Those seemingly unrealistic fantasies seemed to have the possibility of being implemented after he had unraveled them.

It has only been a few days since Zhang Jue took over the Church of the Broken God, and it seems that he has injected new vitality into this thousand-year-old sect.

Fusha looked at him, her eyes gradually changed from cold to gentle.

That night, Zhang Jue was staying up late working on a proposal.

Fusha walked into the room cautiously, put the coffee aside, and tiptoed to leave, for fear of disturbing Zhang Jue.

However, Zhang Jue stopped her.

"Wait a minute, Miss Fusha."

Fusha stood on the side obediently, lowering her head: "Just call me Fusha, sir, did I bother you?"

"That's not true." Zhang Jue shook his head and chuckled, "I'm a little sleepy, I just want to talk to someone - I heard that you have been serving as Robert Buaro's secretary?"

"Yes." When mentioning Robert Buaro, Fusa felt a little sad, but soon returned to normal, she nodded, "It's been about ten years."

Zhang Jue took a sip of coffee: "I think you have good abilities, are you interested in participating in church affairs?"

"what?"

Fusa opened her mouth. Although she claims to be Robert Buaro's secretary, most of the time, she takes care of Robert Buaro's daily life and does some chores. At most, she is arranging meetings and delivering news. If she really wants to participate When it comes to specific affairs and deciding the future direction of the church, she doesn't have the guts.

However, Zhang Jue seemed to be determined to drag her into the water, and said in a persuasive way: "Actually, it's not difficult. Look at me, I just became the leader for a few days, and I'm pretending to be decent?"

"It's not pretending." Fusha retorted, "I can see that you, leader, are really capable of doing these things well, that's why Mr. Buaro and those adults agreed to your succession."

This little girl is pretty good at talking, Zhang Jue laughed: "Ability is learned, you have been with Robert Buaro for so many years, you know more about the city of gears than some people in the staff department, how about it, are you interested try?"

Fusha hesitated, "What if I can't do well?"

Zhang Jue chuckled: "How will you know if you don't try it? I'll tell you the truth, so what are you afraid of?"

Fusha frowned, thought for a while, and then said as if she made up her mind: "Okay, just try it!"

……

Two days later, after some urgent matters were dealt with, Zhang Jue set out on his way back.

According to the previous agreement, he only needs to be responsible for the formulation of the general direction, and the specific implementation is still in charge of the Church of the Broken God.

He couldn't stay here for long, so he had to leave.

Old Man Markfer, a diplomat of the Church of the Broken God, came to see Zhang Jue off.

Speaking of which, the two are also related.

The first time Zhang Jue came to the city of gears, it was Mark Fu who led the way.

Zhang Jue was about to board the ship, but Ma Kefu suddenly cupped his hands.

"My lord, please stay."

Makefer took a box from the entourage behind him and handed it to Zhang Jue.

"Mr. Buaro has something for me to deliver to you."

Robert Buaro has something to deliver to me?

Zhang Jue felt a little strange. He opened the box and saw a palm-sized gear lying inside, emitting golden light.

He recognized it immediately for what it was - a shard of divinity left behind after Robert Buaro's death.

It was at this time that Ma Kefu handed over the things to him, presumably it was Robert Buaro's order.

Zhang Jue could even guess that if he hadn't behaved well in the past few days and didn't really think about the Broken God Cult, then such a thing might never be handed over to him.

Now that he has received it, it means that, like Fusha, most of the top leaders of the Church of the Broken God have recognized his ability and his decision to be the leader.

Zhang Jue's ability was beyond their expectations.

These old guys from the Church of the Broken God never thought that this church that has been established for thousands of years and smells of decay still has so many possibilities.

Under Zhang Jue's leadership, they have even begun to look forward to the future of the Broken God Cult.

Zhang Jue put away his things and stepped onto the boat.

He waved his hand at Cog City, and the ship started to move.

As the ship continued to advance, Zhang Jue gradually became a point of vision.

Ma Kefu looked at the vast ocean in front of him, and read slowly:

"Mr. Buaro, have you seen that you can finally leave now..."

……

Antarctic permafrost.

Woz pressed his chest while walking on the ice with difficulty.

This time, he was ordered to discuss cooperation matters with the Sarkic sect and assist Yarn to ascend to the gods.

It was going very well.

But who would have thought that Zhang Jue would pop out halfway.

It completely messed up his good business.

Wounded, he fled Alcada City.

However, what shocked him was that Yaen died, and was killed by Zhang Jue.

This shocked him immensely.

Has that Zhang Jue actually grown to this level of strength?