I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon - Chapter 570
Kleia had no choice.
I dare not have a choice.
She can 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 God in front of her might not be good.
Perhaps there is a terrible conspiracy.
But…
For the Spirit Race, there is no choice anymore.
So…
all parties of the Spirit Race are already looking for a way out.
For even the slightest chance, they will try at all costs.
The dark spirit races, in the network city of Comoros, sink into their own rage.
Relying on torture and sensory stimulation, to avoid the sight of evildoers.
In fact, this is to use the power of the blood god to fight against evil.
It is equivalent to taking the poison first when you know you are going to die.
Let the evildoer retreat, but successfully attracted the fear of abuse.
The spirit race of the Ark World chose to sharpen themselves.
Establish all kinds of precepts, put all of your own into one path.
Through arduous and long-term training, other emotions of oneself are obliterated.
But this is actually just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.
It just delayed his own degeneration.
It’s still hard to escape the chase of the evildoer.
It is the harlequins…
relying on mocking everything, ridiculing everything.
Weave a stage that is enough to deceive the evil in the subspace.
Relying on the nets left by the ancient sages, there are ghosts and ghosts.
But is this suicide in another sense?
The god of laughter ridiculing the color evil.
Harlequin troupe mocking everything.
Isn’t it a breeding ground for new evil gods?
It’s like the spirit race of the year bred outstanding evil in the extreme depraved enjoyment.
However, this is the fate of the spirit 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 live in misery at the moment they are born.
Chaos Cthulhu, Greenskin Mania, the invasion of the Great Devourer…
There is always a painful way to die.
It was born in a safe rear.
The butcher knife and leather whip of the same race are not inferior to the Chaos Legion, the green-skinned beast, and the Great Devourer.
Even if I escaped all these disasters by luck.
Born in a remote star field that is prosperous, peaceful, peaceful and free of danger.
However, there is no guarantee that one day, a barren and uninhabited planet in one’s own star system suddenly wakes up.
It was the tomb of a certain nobleman of the space necromancer tens of millions of years ago.
Now it has awakened…
In short, the basic tone of this universe is despair.
All races, as long as they have flesh and desires, are desperate and painful…
quiet death is the greatest happiness in the galaxy.
For the spirit race, this is even more true.
Therefore, Kleia clearly expressed his attitude.
As long as it can help the spirit race to solve the threat of evil.
Don’t talk about taking refuge in the evil god.
What does it matter even if it is the minion of the evil god?
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Ling Ping’an looked at the little bit in front of him.
He was a little surprised, but also a little admired.
Maybe it’s because of the’game’.
He is a bit more indulgent than reality, and a bit more wanton.
Full of evil fun.
Perhaps this is because he understands that no matter what he does in this universe, it will not affect the world that nurtures him.
So, he smiled and gave a little inspiration.
That aura fell in front of Xiao Bu nodded his forehead.
Lingping said: “Go!”
“This task is done, and the opportunity will come!” As
he said, his figure quietly disappeared in the starry sky.
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Kleia looked at that little light and fell into his forehead.
Then, she understood everything.
In my mind, there is a mechanical watch that has been wound.
Click, click, click.
The clock has turned.
This means that it has started timing.
Before the clockwork is finished, if she can complete the task of that god.
Then, this mechanical watch will guide her to find the power to fight against evil.
Otherwise…
nothing to mention.
This is also the meaning of so-called chance.
Chance, chance.
Opportunity, fate.
If you catch it, you catch it.
If you didn’t catch it, you didn’t catch it!
Listening to the mechanical pointer, it ticked.
Kleia understood that he didn’t have much time.
She must hurry!
It’s just…
this mission!
She stared sharply.
Before her eyes, there was a light screen that only she could see.
Blocks of text that she didn’t even recognize were beating.
There was a whisper, quietly explaining these words.
“Task: Spread!”
“I have a story, I want to tell the entire universe, so I chose you! An excellent theater director! Go, make my story into a drama, and spread it as far as possible Star “! “
requirement:! in a standard Taryn years, the story woven drama, as much as possible to spread more star field ” “
at least 300 million viewers to watch and know the story “! “
prompt: The more the audience, the more rewards you will eventually get!”
So, a story landed in her mind.
Look at this story.
Kleia’s pupils suddenly dilated.
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Griffin No. 5 casts the world.
The ocean has reappeared on the surface.
One planet day ago, the atmosphere even rained.
This is the first rain since Mechanic came to this planet.
This means that the planet’s atmospheric circulation has reappeared.
And on the track.
In the huge Xinggang, all members of the Mechanical Teaching have been focused on this.
Archbishop Almunia, standing on the mechanical platform.
Staring at the behemoth that is slowly leaving Star Harbor.
A sacred object of wisdom given by the great spirit of omnipotence.
Multi-steamed battleship Rivete.
The gleaming gun barrels densely filled the surface of the battleship.
The curvature engine roared and ejected a high-temperature plasma flame.
A huge six-barrel Gatling gun was installed in the bow of the ship.
The muzzle of the black hole was raised high.
The servants lay on the barrels of the guns and were doing the final inspection.
Finally…
this giant battleship, which was more than 20 kilometers long, slipped from the orbit of Star Harbor.
The black hull is bathed in the brilliance of stars.
The will of steel is cheering.
Cheers for machinery and steel.
The machine soul was extremely happy, and sent out a roar of excitement that made all the members of the Mechanical Cult tremble and joy.
Almunia was overjoyed, and he immediately led everyone, all kneeling to the ground, worshiping the steel and mechanical creation, and chanting prayers.
“Bell the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine…”
“Bell the big bell twice, ignite the turbine, ignite the engine, and inject life…”
“Bell the big bell three times…”
“Sing praises in unison!”
“Great Spirit of All Opportunities!”
While praying, they asked the Great Spirit of All Opportunities, or the compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, to show the holy relic.
Hard work pays off!
In the praise and recitation in unison.
On that great battleship, blossoming buddha lotus appeared quietly!
Almunia was so excited, he praised it even louder.
Even the ignorant servants sing praises.
Tuk tuk!
They tapped the steel pipe.
Tuk tuk!
The devout mechanical priests knocked on the steel floor.
It was on the ground, in the casting world of that core, the brain servants who had closed their eyes tightly, also opened the electronic eye pupils.
The vocal cords, which had been removed by surgery, seemed to grow back.
They opened their mouths, their dry lips made a sound of He He He.
It was as if a madman was clamoring, and it was like a beast neighing in a nightmare.
But in the end, these voices turned into holy Sanskrit.
The steel ceilings keep falling down one after another.
The high-pitched Sanskrit singing became a piece.
They don’t need to be taught, they know by nature how to praise their savior and sing their praises.
Great Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva!
“Praise Gatlin Bodhisattva, walk deep prajna honey for a long time, hold six pipes…”
In Sanskrit singing, even in the casting world, there is a sacred six-pipe Gatling slowly rotating.
And on the track.
Countless mechanical priests and mechanical army soldiers have seen the deep space of the universe.
A sacred kingdom is opening its doors to them.
That was nothing.
Countless gears are tightly meshed together.
The entire universe seems to have turned into a mechanical universe.
Steel, engines, turbines, parts…
are all of the universe!
Those gears slowly opened, and a corner of the mechanical heaven appeared in their eyes.
In the sky, there are countless huge cannons floating.
One door after another, densely packed, you can’t see the end at all.
The ground under your feet is made of steel.
A huge mechanical guard, walking in it.
In the future, the stalwart body of the Buddha will be looming in the distance.
He is still asleep.
Waiting for the time to come.
Then, descend on the mortal world, purify all beings, lead people, and abandon this fragile body.
Embrace steel, embrace truth.
Flesh and flesh are bitter and weak, steel is eternal!
As a result, everyone was boiling.
The mechanical heaven really exists!
Now, even the most skeptical people in the past are enthusiastically shouting: “The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the steel is eternal!”
“The great spirit of all mechanisms!”
“The merciful and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva!”
“Immortal. In the future, there will be more steaming Buddhas!”
“Please come!”
“Please come!”
“Pray for my Buddha to descend on mercy, to save me from this sea of flesh and blood, to reach the other side of machinery, and to achieve the fruit of steel!”
Amidst enthusiasm Prayers and chanting.
In the deep space of the universe, a bodhisattva dressed in a steel robes and cast from bronze, with benevolent eyebrows and compassionate eyes, holding a mechanical sacred object, quietly appeared.
He looks to all the believers who worship him.
In my eyes, there is no intention other than compassion.
“Amitabha!” The bodhisattva said compassion.
In the eyes of the Bodhisattva, all beings are equal.
In the eyes of the Bodhisattva, all beings are suffering.
Therefore, He treats everyone indiscriminately.
Whether it is the mechanical bishop or the servant whose frontal lobe of the brain has been cut off.
Even the brain servants are generally equal in the eyes of the Bodhisattva.
Because…
the Tao of steel is materialistic.
Everything derived from flesh and blood is painful.
Then, a tear of steel quietly fell from the corner of the Bodhisattva’s eyes.
For these beings who are suffering from flesh and blood, and for those who have not yet found the truth about the way of steel and machinery.
The Bodhisattva shed tears.
Everyone’s heart is at a loss.
Even the brain servants shed tears.
“Bodhisattva!”
“Bodhisattva!”
Everyone worshipped and wept.
Almunia even shouted loudly: “Pray for the Bodhisattva to save me into the mechanical heaven, the steel spirit mountain!”
Others all followed in pleading: “Please the Bodhisattva to save me and enter the mechanical heaven, iron spirit mountain!” But the
Bodhisattva lowered his brows. “Chi’er!”
“Don’t you understand when you wait?”
People raised their heads and looked at the compassionate Bodhisattva.
The Gatlin Bodhisattva who never ceases to transform the world.
Just listen to the Bodhisattva saying: “The mechanical heaven can only be entered by people with merit…”
“The spirit mountain of steel needs people with predestined dharma to have a chance to be among them…”
“So, even I can’t wait to enter the mechanical paradise, the iron spirit mountain!”
“You must practice Dharma diligently. Comprehend the way of machinery, only by attaining the fruit of iron can you ascend to the mechanical heaven and have a place in the iron mountain!”
Listening to the Buddha’s interpretation.
Almunia was blessed to the soul, and he immediately asked: “Dare to ask the Bodhisattva, how can I achieve the Fruit of Steel?” The
Bodhisattva sighed and said: “If you are practicing alone, if you want to achieve the Fruit of Steel, you must Have great wisdom and great perseverance!”
“In the past, when I was not proving the Tao, I buried my head in the road of machinery and studied the truth of steel for countless thousands of years…”
“Sink into a sea of flesh and blood without seeing the
sun …” All kinds of difficulties…”
Almunia was startled as he listened.
But thinking about it, I feel that this is the right way.
The fruit of steel, the road of machinery, can it be achieved in leisure?
It’s just…
he looked at the Bodhisattva, kowtow and said: “Bodhisattva…I am afraid I don’t have your perseverance and wisdom…”
“Most people, I am afraid it is impossible to have such perseverance and wisdom…”
“If this is the case… “
Bodhisattva, don’t you abandon me equal to the sea of suffering?”
“Hope the Bodhisattva to be merciful…”
These words were the truth that he suddenly understood after seeing the Bodhisattva Gatling.
The barrel of the bodhisattva turned slowly.
He sighed: “Nature!”
“My Buddha is merciful, and of course I won’t abandon sentient beings!”
“So with great compassion and great wisdom, we will cut another road for all living beings who are suffering from the flesh and blood!”
“With the help of all beings, we can achieve the fruit of steel!”
Almunia was extremely surprised.
All members of the Mechanical Sect, even those mechanical creations that have just awakened because of the coming of the Gatling Bodhisattva, have their ears pricked.
I listen to the Buddha said: “This road, is the merit sermon ……”
“a man of a power ……”
“! Integrated power as Germany, a thousand people will for the German”
“merit set full of ……”
“will Ascend to the mechanical spirit mountain, and become a steel arhat, a mechanical dragon!” As he
said, the big bronze hand of the Bodhisattva tapped lightly.
A mechanical scripture fell into everyone’s minds.
“Machinery Diamond Sutra”!
A scripture dedicated to translating the flesh and blood of sentient beings and spreading praises to the steel avenue.
A sutra that records the deeds and wisdom of the Great Compassionate Gatlin Bodhisattva and the future Buddha of Daoqianganggang!
“Thank you Bodhisattva!” Almunia was convinced.
“Thank you Bodhisattva!” Everyone, including the brain servants, was grateful!