Hill area, deep valley quarry.
The janitor "slept" over again, and was held into the distance by two members of the "Mechanical Heart".
Holamik wearing a white priest's robe and a clergyman's floppy hat. Haydn stared at the mine with the door open, with a slight shadow on his kind and gentle face.
After the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church lost all the dioceses in the Kingdom of Rune, the former Archbishop Beckland, a member of the Council of God, returned to his headquarters in Intis, where he has been traveling to different places as a firefighter in recent years, dealing with various serious extraordinary incidents.
He knows better than most of the clergy of the "God of Steam and Machinery" that the world seems to be calm, but in fact it has festered in many places, problems continue, and hidden dangers abound in the dark, and various orthodox churches and government organizations can only barely maintain it.
Horamik withdrew his thoughts, sighed silently, and said to the "Mechanical Heart" deacon beside him:
"Act, God will bless us.
"Steam is on top!"
As he spoke, he drew a triangular emblem on his chest.
As the burly "Mechanical Heart" deacon gave the order to clean up, some members carried iron-black cannon-shaped items, some carried weapons that looked like steam guns but no backpacks, and some took out scrolls made of leather, talismans made of different metals, and some aimed rings, canes, etc. forward.
Boom!
The miniature sun-like golden fireball flew out of the barrel first and landed in the middle of the quarry hole.
It was followed by "cannonballs" of different colors and "bullets" of different shapes, so the rising light and scattered waves cleaned up the entire deep valley quarry over and over again, but maintained the stability of the cave structure, resulting in only a slight collapse.
After several rounds of cleaning, the secret cave in the quarry was directly blasted open, showing the appearance of the interior.
Horamik's eyes lit up with a dark red light that did not belong to humans, and he could clearly see that the white mist permeating the secret cave had almost completely dissipated, and the rock walls on both sides were inlaid with human arms and thighs.
The archbishop stepped forward and led two teams of "Mechanical Hearts" through the quarry to the secret cave.
As he entered, he looked back and looked at the Deep Valley Monastery not too far from here.
There was Archbishop Trier monitoring with seals.
Horamik immediately examined the human arms and legs on the rock wall and found that they were all connected to mechanical parts such as gears and crankshafts, as if they were some kind of experimental objects.
The members of the "Mechanical Heart" began a new round of cleanup under the orders of the deacon, until the arms, legs, feet, and machinery were all reduced to ashes or fragments, and then went deep into the secret cave and down the tunnel.
After a similar process was repeated several times, Horamik, wearing a clergyman's soft hat and already pale hair, and the members of the "Mechanical Heart" came to a giant laboratory-like hall.
Here, human arms and machinery combine to continuously grab the parts of cabinets, sinks, long tables, and iron boxes along the tracks on the ceiling, and send them to the furnace in the deepest part of the hall.
In that place, there were several human corpses piled up, and there was a human made up of machines all over his body.
"He" is more than three meters tall, one prosthetic eye looks like an emerald, and the other is like a ruby, all supported by a large number of parts. The temples are covered with a transparent special material, and you can see the gray-white brain wriggling inside.
The mechanical giant looked at Horamik and the others scattered at the entrance of the hall, and let out a laugh with a sense of metal friction:
"Aren't you surprised? Without steam to power or a human body to drive it, I can do anything normally, including combat, but unfortunately, my sequence is not enough to replace even my brain.
"Seeing this scene, you don't need to doubt it anymore, right? We are God's favorites, we listen to God's true teachings, and you have all been eroded in spirit and flesh by worldly prosperity and pleasures, far from God's throne!"
Horamik glanced left and right, and saw that the members of the "Mechanical Heart" present were extremely vigilant and unfazed, and nodded in satisfaction.
He turned to look at the mechanical giant, and there was no obvious change in expression on his kind face:
"It's a 'spiritual gem', right?
"Using humans to refine 'spiritual gems' is much more cruel and wasteful than steam-driven.
"Claude, I thought you were just lost for a while, and you would slowly wake up when you arrived at the Deep Valley Monastery, but I didn't expect that you had become a heretic!"
"Heresy?" The mechanical giant laughed and said, "You are heretics! How long has it been since you received an oracle?"
"It's always there." Horamik replied calmly, "Claude, tell me, where is the 'hostel'? Are you cooperating with those evil gods to plot that Trier in the Fourth Age?"
Claude, who had turned into a mechanical giant, glowed red and green respectively, and said solemnly:
"You have turned away from God's teachings, and you no longer have the spirit of sacrifice.
"The future of this world, the chance of God ascending to the supreme, is in Trier in the Fourth Age, the sooner it is opened, the greater the hope!"
Without waiting for Horamik's response, the mechanical giant said in a cold voice:
"I will show you who is a heretic and who is a follower of God!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the light in his two prosthetic eyes burst out, and the entire hall roared continuously, and the movement of the machinery echoed with a mysterious feeling.
In an instant, the members of the "Mechanical Heart" who were about to be covered by firepower saw a projection-like picture scroll at the same time, depicting the situation of human beings coming out of ignorance, growing step by step, and establishing different civilizations at different stages.
These scrolls are both illusory and heavy, thin and magnificent, and Horamik and others seem to be incarnated for the human beings in it, feeling the weight and glory of civilization.
At this time, a face appeared "outside the picture scroll".
"He" wears a high crown, his nostrils are so rotten that only two black holes remain, and in his eyes are countless star maps superimposed, staring greedily at Horamik and the others, staring at their civilization.
Silently, more faces were pasted on the surface of the scroll, some of them were cut in half by the ruler, some were pasted with one yellow paper after another full of strange runes, some were covered with ears of wheat and rice, and some were purely barely made of different symbols to form human figures.
These faces were even larger than Horamik and the others combined, and they stared at the scene inside through the scroll.
The members of the "Mechanical Heart" who were seen by these faces felt a heartfelt fear from the bottom of their hearts, and it seemed that the entire civilization would be destroyed.
When they were about to lose control, these faces disappeared eerily, just like when they appeared.
The picture Horamik saw returned to normal, and the mechanical giant Claude and the frantic hall were once again in his eyes.
The archbishop did not waver in any way, but there was a little more anger in his voice:
"Heresy!"
As the voice echoed, he broke his left wrist with his right palm, exposing a black and heavy metal pipe.
The sound of gear biting erupted, and the light lit up like daylight, enveloping the entire hall.
The members of the "Mechanical Heart" also launched attacks one after another.
Boom!
There was a noticeable shaking in the deep valley quarry, as if it had been hit by a short violent earthquake.
…………
Underground Trier, outside the stone door where the charcoal burner disappeared.
Clusters of crimson fireballs were suspended in mid-air, illuminating the dark tunnels.
"Flame" Daniz was wearing a linen shirt, a brown jacket and dark trousers, a pair of black leather boots, and looked at the stone door not far away with one hand in his pocket.
His hair and eyebrows were burnt yellow, and he held a weed in his mouth, and his dark blue but bright eyes glanced left and right.
Nearly twenty men dressed as sailors were silently scattered around the surrounding area, some turning daggers, some wiping the barrels of their revolvers, and some moving their necks......
One of the smiling brown-haired sailors broke the silence and said to "Flame" Daniz:
"Captain, why should we help the Intes government hunt down the charcoal burners, or for free?"
Daniz glanced at him, spat out the weed in his mouth, and cursed in a low voice:
"Shit, do you want to watch Trier destroy?
"Are you still Intis?"
As he spoke, he waved his fist towards the stone door.
These bastards, don't you know that their captain has a lot of real estate in Trier?
On the surface of Daniz's fist, the blazing white flames gathered more and more with the forward swing, and finally turned into a fireball that exuded a destructive aura.
Boom!
The earthquake trembled, and the stone door was torn apart.
…………
Jane fell lightly in the bottomless darkness, sometimes scratched by the rubble, but did not suffer any substantial damage.
After falling like this for an unknown amount of time, her feet finally stepped on the solid ground.
A building was reflected in her beautiful blue eyes:
It was a slightly crooked beige house, with the bottom three floors with obvious Rosell period characteristics, extensive use of columns, arches and large windows, while the top two floors were so simple that they seemed to have been added temporarily.
This is ...... Jian Na was obviously stunned for a moment.
She was familiar with the building in front of her.
That's the Golden Rooster Hotel!
At this moment, there were still lights shining in many rooms of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and Jian Na saw a man and a woman hugging each other and looking out.
The man was wearing black-rimmed glasses, his brown hair was neatly combed, while the woman was wearing a long lake blue skirt, her face was plump, and her brown eyes had a peculiar sense of wandering.
Plop, plop, Jane's heart beat violently.
She hadn't really met the woman, but she knew the man:
That's the disappearing playwright Gabriel!
(End of this chapter)