At this moment, outside the high walls of the Village of Dusk, a fierce battle had begun.
The guards on the city wall skillfully operated all kinds of machine guns, squandering the bullets that had just been made from the production line, forming a firing point and began to shoot freely.
With the help of the master of metal from the Russian Federation, the equipment of the park guards had once again ushered in a new generation in less than half a day.
With the terrifying productivity of the Village of Dusk, as long as there was technology, there would be endless output.
The Titan III exoskeleton power armor, the representative weapon of the Russian Federation's suppression force, the Vulture anti-armor shotgun that could break through the defense of high-grade Ascendants, the Beloberg GACB473 city-defense machine gun … even the Swalog II ground-to-ground missiles were continuously produced from the production line like a hen laying eggs.
When the huge steel moths rose into the sky, dark clouds quickly shrouded the sky of the Village of Dusk. Under the dim light, countless lightning bolts emerged from it, and large groups of creatures with wings on their backs were constantly turned into charcoal and fell from it like a rainstorm.
That was the hope of the new era, the weather tool that the Changers were proud of. After ushering in the complete Hell, it had become an out-and-out weapon of war.
During the War of the Worlds, under the investment of the workshop owner, tens of thousands of iron moths once soared above the Sea of Titans, locking the sky.
Soon, as Paladin Charlemagne returned, bathed in blood, another deformed angel was dragged into the molten steel. It screamed and burned, and after being brutally broken down into the tiniest parts by the steel, it flowed on the assembly line, where countless delicate arms began to reprocess it.
Finally, on the slowly rising platform, the reborn steel spider raised its slender legs and joined the hunt!
The clumsy and huge steel spiders climbed over the city wall. Soon, they fell into the endless black tide outside the city wall. They fought with all their might and brought about terrible casualties. After that, they were heavily injured by the hordes of hell. They disintegrated and were scrapped amidst the sparks and thick smoke. They were dismembered into pieces.
However, as the abdominal sac ruptured, countless steel balls the size of a normal person rolled out from within. The round steel balls reflected many confused and deformed faces.
Those smooth shells quickly fell apart, and the small spiders that were 'produced' from them began to jump out nimbly. They waved their sharp blade-like legs and began to spread wildly.
Hundreds of spiders scattered across the vast battlefield, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, quickly disappearing.
However, it didn't take long for one drop of water to turn into two, four, eight …
The engineering equipment that was used to deal with the wreckage and debris had been rewritten many times and turned into ruthless replicating machines. The nightmarish Von Neumann machines hunted, ate, and rapidly extracted all the steel alloys in the smelting furnace, grew, and then began a new cycle of reproduction.
It was as if there was no end …
On the golden and white bone chariot, Gala held the sickle blade and quietly looked at the scene in the distance. She was no longer anxious and impatient. Instead, she was full of patience.
Her eyes did not fall on the spiders and moths. Instead, she focused on the city wall.
"In the present realm, this kind of weapon is really convenient. A mortal can kill a demigod by pulling the trigger. There is no difference between a noble who has inherited the sacred blood and a poor beggar in front of this weapon."
He stroked his chin and praised, "Although it is a little hypocritical, the era of the Astronomical Society is really amazing."
"An era without gods?"
On the chariot, another passenger sighed. "It sounds really good. It must be very peaceful, right?"
"Oh, maybe?"
Gala looked back and glanced at the great Greek hero, Hercules, and said indifferently, "They don't worship gods, not because they are more civilized and civilized, but because in their era, gods have no power. They worship other things, other things, more powerful things."
Hercules looked at her, puzzled.
"Most people worship money, but more people worship power."
"Businessmen and ambitious people have been around since ancient times. It is not rare."
"I haven't finished yet. Some of them also worship numbers. They like to write down every number of people's daily food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and then summarize them together. It is called 'big numbers.' It's like a bank account. Even if they want to buy something, they have to look at the big numbers. Without the big numbers, there is no way to live. "
"It's so strange. Are they all mathematicians?"
"Most likely not, and there are even stranger things. Some people worship free of charge."
"Will it really be free?"
"Those who will charge are more expensive, but they like it. They are immersed in the sense of accomplishment of reaping without sowing, and they are never tired of it. They have no idea that they have been turned into commodities by those who worship numbers. They even know it, but they don't care."
Gala laughed mockingly. "There are also many people who worship invisible bills. Every day, they stay in front of an altar called the computer. They always feel that they can buy at a low price and sell at a high price. They feel sad and happy for the invisible currency that can't be matched at all."
"Can they make money from this?"
"Maybe, there is always a glimmer of joy in extreme despair, right?"
"How can there be such a bizarre world?" Hercules frowned and shook his head. "It's simply a fantasy story! If you want to deceive people, you have to make it sound more believable. "
"Hahaha, I haven't said that people worship loans, paper, and leather cases!"
Gala laughed, full of joy. "That's why I like this world so much. It's always bizarre, crueler than hell, and more novel than hell. Every day, there are countless scams that lead people to fall, and they always bring me endless surprises!"
Once again, he pulled out the sickle and raised it to the front.
"It's almost time. Let the big guys go up and bring our friends a little surprise!"
Under the chariot, the herald blew the horn again.
In the loud and long sound, in the fog, suddenly, a behemoth flapped its wings and rose into the air. Where the huge bat wings passed, the dark clouds dissipated.
A strange light bloomed.
In the light, the killing intent of the entire battlefield seemed to be diluted. In reverse, anger, pain, and despair were all transformed into an indescribable sweetness and excitement.
All the hordes of hell were instantly fanatical. In contrast, all the garrisons on the defense line of the Twilight Village felt a sense of emptiness.
It was meaningless.
War could only create new wars. Anger would only lead to more evil consequences. Killing was meaningless. Only by stopping the war and embracing each other could they warm the world with love and kindness.
Such an unreasonable thought instantly appeared in the area covered by the light, and then rapidly expanded in the soul. It actually made people unable to raise their hostility.
Instead, they rushed towards the opponent's sword and opened their arms.
Stop the war and embrace peace!
Even if it was a one-sided peace …
Even if they were beaten on the left side of their face, they still had the right side of their face. Let them fight and calm down. As long as the other side felt their sincerity and restraint, they would definitely be able to fill the world with love.
The chaos spread rapidly.
And the behemoth had already pounced on the iron moth, and began a fierce battle with the ruthless steel. In the battle, the ruthless casting behemoth was infected by love and gradually stopped resisting.
Hell Sequence, Eleventh!
It was the one who wore the crown, second only to the ruler. With the ranking of the Solomon Sequence, it was enough to be crowned with the title of 'Duke' — Gusion!
Just by existing here, this terrifying spiritual infection brought about an irresistible plague!
It was a poison of the soul named peace, love, and understanding!
On the throne of the Sunmaker, Huai Shi looked up and gradually frowned.
Naturally, there were Holy Knights who pulled out the longbows on their backs and aimed at the shadow in the sky. However, when the bowstrings were pulled, the hostility rose to the maximum, and it seemed to have attracted Gusion's attention. Under the bat wings, the green eyes casually looked over, and in an instant, this overinflated killing intent reversed, making it difficult for them to release the bowstrings.
Even if they gritted their teeth and shot with all their might, after the arrow flew into the sky, it soon fell crookedly to the ground.
At this moment, Gusion's will seemed to have actual power.
If the hostility was too pure, it would cause Gusion to interfere. However, if the arrow was not filled with pure killing intent, it would be impossible to break through the halo of kindness that surrounded Gusion.
One of the twelve Holy Knights frowned and grabbed the longbow. Just as he was about to shoot, he saw Huai Shi raise his hand.
"No need."
Huai Shi rested her chin on her hand and said calmly, "If it likes to spread peace, then let it spread it. Let's see if its' kindness' and 'peace' can change everything … "
Just as well, with a sum of divinity in his account, he could finally free himself.
At that moment, the dark crack of the Ultimate slowly appeared behind Huai Shi. Great Si Ming's silhouette was outlined, and he looked at the sky indifferently.
He looked at it coldly.
Then, 'hatred' sprouted.
Immeasurable hatred and hatred emerged from the body of the iron moth, as if the door to hell had suddenly opened. Thousands of years of despair and anger flowed out from it, turning into a sticky and dark torrent that covered the wings of the iron moth.
Anger, sadness, pain, hatred …
As Huai Shi looked up, the darkness that had sprouted from the depths of the soul gushed out, and in an instant, it turned into a torrent that rushed into the sky and covered everything.
The intense hatred and pain had turned into an ocean, causing Gusion's huge body to stop for a moment and twitch violently.
It was as if … it was drowned by the tide.
The halo was rapidly shrinking and trembling, and the sound of glass cracking could be heard. It was like a fortress made of sand in front of the tide, collapsing at the first touch!
Hypocritical kindness and lie-like love were not worth mentioning in front of this hatred that could turn into matter and exist in the world forever!
The dark clouds surged like waves.
In the ocean of hatred, the iron moth and Gusion fought fiercely. Blood rain poured down, and with anger and killing intent, it filled the entire battlefield again.
When Huai Shi raised his finger, the fire of the Eternal Frost Furnace was dyed black by the darkness that flowed out from the Ultimate.
The light shone, and the Kingdom of Heaven returned to hell.
The war had begun again!
Along with anger, pain, and hatred, Great Si Ming's miracle was operating on this battlefield!
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