In the morning, Ling Ping'an stood on the balcony with sleepy eyes and looked at the students of the nearby primary schools. Under the lead of the teachers, they walked over from the streets with all kinds of flags.
The traffic police and the police rode their motorcycles and followed closely, escorting them.
"The Teachers' Day parade has begun..." he yawned.
Meow!
His pet meowed softly.
Ling Ping'an picked up the little guy, "It's a rest day today. Let's stay at home and sleep in for a day!"
Teachers' Day was a very important holiday in the Federal Empire.
It was also a legal holiday.
As a law-abiding citizen, Ling Ping'an was very conscious.
The bookstore was never open for business on legal holidays.
In the past, he had always been a homebody.
This year, there was a cat, but he was still a homebody!
Face the wind!
His phone rang.
Ling Ping'an picked it up and looked at it. He immediately sobered up.
He picked up the phone and greeted with a smile, "Aunt... why did you think of calling me?"
"Oh..."
"Oh..."
"You've arrived at Fusang..."
"Is Fusang fun?"
"Yes..."
"It's good that it's fun..."
"What do you want to bring? There's no need... "
"Yes... yes..."
Putting down his phone, Ling Ping'an's expression was a little strange.
"She went to Fusang for a vacation?" He pursed his lips slightly, "It seems that this aunt's salary and treatment have really increased by a lot!"
Although it was the most suitable season to travel to Fusang.
The Fusang Kingdom provided all tourists with a 5,000 yuan consumption voucher.
But it was well-known that others gave you money in the hope that you would pay more.
Especially the souvenirs of Fusang, they were really expensive!
A small pendant was worth more than a thousand yuan!
And the knives of the Fusang people...
A vegetable cutting knife dared to sell for more than ten thousand yuan...
Therefore, how could Ling Ping'an dare to let that aunt bring anything for him?
… …
Putting down her phone, the silver-haired major frowned cutely.
Her little face, which was covered in collagen, was slightly puzzled.
"This nephew of mine is really diligent and thrifty!" She turned her head and said to Chu Weiwei with a smile, "Weiwei, if you marry him in the future, you'll really be blessed!"
Chu Weiwei's face instantly turned red.
For some reason, she didn't have the initial resistance to the captain's words.
"Maybe it's because the captain says it every day..." she thought.
But …
What did the captain's nephew look like?
Chu Weiwei had forgotten.
She tried hard to remember, but all she could remember was an easy-going young man with glasses and the delicious food he made.
But he really had no impression of anything else!
"Oh right!" Li An'an's mind had always been very flexible. She quickly changed the topic. "Weiwei, let's set off from the capital in two days and go to Ryukyu to play!"
"I heard that Ryukyu's beach is the best in the world!"
"En!" Chu Weiwei nodded and asked, "Captain, can your hair really recover in three days?"
Li An'an listened, holding her white hair. She smiled and said, "almost!"
"Look …" She found a strand of hair that was already turning black. "It's already recovering!"
"Oh …" Chu Weiwei nodded.
… …
Ran Bing walked in the church in the floating city.
She raised her head and looked at the beautiful statue of the so-called Angel of Redemption at the top of the church.
At the same time, she looked at the so-called Holy Book of Redemption that was placed on the confession platform in front of her.
This so-called Holy Book of Redemption was not much different from the Holy Book of Light of the Church of Light in the A1 floating city where she used to be.
Basically, it replaced the God of Light with the Angel of Redemption.
It was all about 'the humans of the Old World did not respect XX', so XX sent down divine punishment and destroyed the Old World '.
The only way to be saved was to believe in XX and follow the teachings of XX wholeheartedly.
Looking at all of this, the whispers in Ran Bing\'s ears appeared again.
"I didn\'t expect that these ants would actually think of this way..."
"What way?" Ran Bing was puzzled.
"Faith..." the whispers said softly.
Thus, a hazy scene appeared in front of Ran Bing\'s eyes.
There were floating cities and churches.
Thousands of believers were praying and praying.
Their faith turned into invisible lines and gathered in the statue of the church.
That was faith!
Faith existed!
And the power of faith had endless uses in theory.
"Is that the purpose of the Umbrella?" Ran Bing thought.
She raised the revolver in her hand and aimed at the statue of the Angel of Redemption.
Bang!
A clear gunshot rang out.
The statue was shattered into pieces!
Rocks fell one by one. Ran Bing ignored all of this and walked toward the rubble.
Then, she picked up a metal box from the rubble.
That was the instrument that the Umbrella Company used to collect faith.
With a little force, the box was opened.
At this moment, Han Xu, who heard the gunshot, walked in with his men.
"What\'s wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing!" Ran Bing looked at the things in the box. "I just discovered the secret of the Umbrella!"
In the metal box in front of her, glowing crystals were neatly arranged.
That was the accumulation of the umbrella in this floating city for more than half a year.
All of them were the power that everyone had collected day and night through prayers and faith.
Looking at these crystals, Ran Bing felt that her gun spirit was already unbearably hungry and thirsty!
It was as if these things were a great supplement to it.
"What is this?" Han Xu was shocked.
"A product created by someone to control the world..." Ran Bing looked at these things, and the countless questions in her heart were answered.
Why did every floating city have religions that were obviously selfish and stupid to the extreme?
Because the umbrella needed this.
Why did these religions unanimously claim that the Old World was destroyed because they didn\'t believe in God?
Because the umbrella needed it!
Why did almost all the floating cities announce the abolition of the Old World\'s family and marriage relations?
They didn\'t even recognize father and son or husband and wife?
Because what they needed was a steady stream of people who believed in the so-called Gods that they had compiled!
What they needed were people who had no other thoughts other than Gods!
To put it simply, Umbrella was treating all the floating cities like livestock!
The people raised in the floating cities were even more miserable than the livestock of the Old World!
Because the Old World\'s breeding factories had to raise their own livestock, but the umbrella didn\'t need to do anything. It only needed to control the religion!
Then the problem was..
Ran Bing threw a crystal to her Spear Spirit.
Crack, crack. The sound of chewing immediately came from her revolver.
She turned her head, looked at Han Xu, and asked, "Captain Han, where\'s your castellan?"
"I want to see him!"
She wanted to ask why the other faction of the floating city, the castellan faction that was obviously opposed to these religious lunatics, would tolerate these lunatics?
… …
Holding the True Book of Steel, Elizabeth knelt in front of the sacred altar of steel and chanted a sacred prayer, "Ring the bell once..."
Thousands of believers chanted along with her, "Ring the bell once …"
The sacred prayer resounded throughout the entire gorge.
Hundreds of thousands of believers were chanting devoutly.
Today was an extremely important day!
Today, the number of mechanical believers and steel citizens had already exceeded 500,000!
With this sacred altar as the core, all the Doomsday Fortresses within thousands of miles of mountains and rivers had now converted to the path of steel.
A grand mass like this could attract hundreds of thousands of people!
Many people even risked their lives to rush over from the fortresses hundreds of kilometers away.
Everyone wanted to receive the gospel revelation of machinery and the blessing of steel!
Because a miracle existed.
Countless people were healed by the incarnation of the great soul of machines, the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva.
And people also witnessed with their own eyes how the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva destroyed the terrifying evil god\ 'Dark Side of the Moon\'.
Therefore, everyone was incomparably devout!
They worshiped, prostrated, and prayed.
Grand praises and orderly prayers shook the world.
Countless dense spiritual lights fused into the sacred altar of steel amidst the praises and prayers.
It made it more rounded, sacred, and great.
By now, the steel altar had changed beyond recognition!
It wasn't far from upgrading!
In at most half a month, it might usher in an opportunity.
As long as enough flesh and blood of the claws of the evil god could be injected, it might be able to upgrade into a sacred mechanical temple in one go!
It would become a node for the great soul of machines to descend.
But...
Elizabeth raised her head. She looked at the sky.
Ever since the fall of the dark side of the moon, the sky of Earth had once begun to turn blue.
Although the light of the sun was still cold.
But...
At least, the blue sky gave people hope.
But now, the sky was once again eroded by some power.
A new evil god had appeared on the moon.
And...
It was very likely that he would launch a surprise attack on the altar of steel on the ground at any time!
Elizabeth could feel it!
The "Steel Scripture" in her hand also gave a warning.
Those detestable and despicable evil gods would never allow the great soul of machines to appear in this universe.
They would definitely do everything they could to stop it!
"But..." Elizabeth closed the "Steel Scripture" in her hand and laughed. "How would the ignorant evil gods know the greatness of the soul of machines?"
"When the day he descends..."
"The truth and justice of the universe will be reshaped!"
"These despicable evil gods are destined to be swept into the garbage heap!"
There was no doubt about that.
Elizabeth knew that she knew. She also knew that the evil gods should have felt it.
Otherwise, they would not have returned.
Otherwise, they would not have been afraid to step into the atmosphere.
They only dared to watch from afar outside the atmosphere.
"War is right in front of us..." she thought.
So she held the "Steel Scripture" in her hand and walked to the sacred altar of steel.
She looked at all the devout believers.
Bhikkhuni of Steel began to preach, "The great soul of machines, he is the supreme existence of materialism..."
"Hundreds of millions of turrets are his glory, and the roaring engine is his sermon!"
"Because he is a god born in machinery, the supreme existence born in steel..."
"Because he is a steam and riveting!"
"Because he is the Gatling Bodhisattva of Nanwu!"
"Therefore, we should follow his path, just like machinery walking on the earth, the engine roaring!"
"We should follow his holy words..."
"Amen!"
"Amen!" Countless believers worshiped one after another.
Then, the believers raised their heads and looked at the mechanical nun, the Bhikkhuni of Steel.
The representative of the soul of machines on earth, the Bhikkhuni of Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva.
Elizabeth said softly, "I announce that in the name of the soul of machines, from today onwards, I will form a papal army!"
"I announce..."
"In the name of the Gatling Bodhisattva of Nanwu, I will build the Steel Commandment Hall!"
"All the people of steel and the people of machines have the obligation to participate!"
The power of faith accumulated over the past few days was enough to summon new mechanical guards and steel monks from the steel altar!
But before that, there was one more thing she needed to do. Pray.
Pray to the great soul of machines and ask for his approval!
Pray to the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva and ask for his approval!
So, Elizabeth turned around and faced the sacred steel altar. She knelt on one knee and led all the believers to pray.
"Ring the bell once..."
The holy prayer rang out again.
But this time, they had a clear direction for their prayers.
They prayed directly to the great soul of machines and the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva!
The grand sacred hymn resounded between heaven and earth.
On the steel altar, the dense sacred spiritual mist surged.
The mechanical paradise was reflected in people\'s hearts.
It was the paradise of steel and the promised land of machines.
All the citizens of machines and warriors of steel could ascend to heaven on the day of the end of the world when the soul of machines descended.
They could become a member of the eternal battle group of the great soul of machines!
… …
It was almost noon.
Ling Ping\ 'an watched the soap family ethics drama on the television.
He was drowsy and yawning.
"Sigh..." he sighed, "This is the bad thing about the mobile Internet era..."
"Male-oriented TV dramas have almost disappeared..."
In the past, it was common to see historical dramas or war blockbusters with huge investments on television.
But since the beginning of the mobile Internet era.
These things disappeared without a trace.
The reason was very simple. Men had been snatched away by mobile games.
Canyons, PUBG, and all kinds of card games had devoured countless viewers of the original TV dramas.
Thus, there were no longer those blockbusters on the screen.
"Go to sleep..." the bored bookstore owner muttered, turned off the television, and then staggered upstairs.
He walked into the bedroom, lay on the bed, and fell into a sweet dream.
In a daze, he seemed to hear some people\'s voices.
"Great..." a voice was pleading in his ear. However, it seemed that there was some interference or noise, so he couldn\'t hear most of the content clearly. He only heard some words, "We want... the papal army... the Commandment Hall..."
Ling Ping\ 'an listened. In his dream, he turned over and didn\'t quite understand.
But...
He had always been friendly and happy to help others.
Even in his dream!
So, he grunted and muttered, "You guys do as you see fit..."
… …
Elizabeth opened her eyes.
All the believers opened their eyes that had been tightly shut.
Because, in the steel altar.
The rumbling oracle was descending!
The steel was trembling!
The machinery was roaring!
Everyone could feel the nanomachines and fusion engines in their bodies cheering.
That was the great God!
The sacred voice of the savior born in steel was a sign that he was about to descend!
"You guys..."
The sacred prayer overflowed from the steel altar.
Every word was so majestic, full of holiness and greatness.
"Do as you see fit!"
The will of the soul of machines was so clear and so lenient!
He didn\'t even make any requests.
He only approved their requests after hearing the prayers of the believers and his people!
How merciful!
Everyone had tears streaming down their faces.
God\'s grace was vast!
More than a hundred thousand believers prostrated themselves and kowtowed to the sacred altar, "Great soul of machines, your will is our mission!"
They kowtowed one after another, and their faith and devotion to God deepened!
Thus, everyone began to recite the truth prayer of the mechanical god, "Ring the bell once, push the lever..."
Their voices were like thunder and lightning!
… …
After several hours of waiting, Ran Bing finally saw the city lord of the floating city in his private cabin.
She looked at the man sitting on the city lord\'s throne.
He was about fifty years old and was wearing the military uniform of the Old World.
There was a general star on his shoulder!
Ran Bing threw the metal box in her hand to the ground.
"City Lord!" She asked, "Do you know the purpose of the Church of Redemption?"
Tyne looked at the girl and nodded.
The city lord, who had walked from the Old World to this day, picked up a remote control and pressed it. A screen lit up, and the scene when the Old World collapsed appeared on it.
Thick smoke billowed in the sky.
Starships were falling from the atmosphere one after another.
On the ground, the crowd was crying and running in fear.
The earth was cracking, and the ocean was roaring.
The world was doomed!
The screen fast-forwarded, and finally, it stopped at the scene of countless refugees boarding the floating city.
"Do you know about these?" Tyne asked after playing the short video.
Ran Bing nodded.
"Then you should also know some things about the umbrella in the Old World!"
Ran Bing nodded again.
"But you definitely don\'t know that the umbrella is the builder of all floating cities!" Tyne stood up and stroked a statue on his seat. "In the Old World, the umbrella is a participant in almost all industries and technologies..."
"Pharmaceutical, military, biochemical, agriculture, and even sales..."
"They went deep into all aspects..."
"They used money to bribe almost everyone and deceive everyone..."
"It wasn\'t until the Old World collapsed that we came to our senses..."
Tyne raised his head. "But what\'s the use?"
"The world has already been destroyed... everything no longer exists..."
"And we, the survivors, have no choice but to rely on the umbrella..."
"Their spare parts, especially the spare parts of the floating city\'s mainframe!"
"I have to be responsible for every human who survives!"
Ran Bing listened and fell silent.
Because if what Tyne said was true, then if it were her, she would probably have to do the same.
The survival of the world and the survival of humans were above everything else!
Then, she asked, "Is it the same for the other floating cities?"
Tyne shook his head. "I don\'t know..."
"But most of them should be like this..."
"Then..." Ran Bing raised her head and asked again, "City Lord Tyne, do you know where the stronghold of the umbrella is?"
Tyne shook his head. "In the Old World, their headquarters was in New York..."
"But now, that place has sunk into the sea..."
"Now... where is their headquarters? No one knows... "
"But I heard a legend..."
"The umbrella is creating man-made gods..."
"Before the collapse of the Old World, their plan was close to success..."
"But after the collapse of the Old World, many of their bases and strongholds were destroyed along with the Old World..."
"Some people say... on the moon, on the back of the moon, there might be a secret base of the umbrella..."
"Perhaps, their headquarters has already been moved there …"
"But... no one can confirm it..."
"Because, our starships have all crashed..."
Ran Bing listened. "The moon?" She thought.
Then, she raised her head. "Even if it\'s on the moon, I will drag them down and kill them all!"
She had this confidence!
Because she was a monster!
A real monster!
A monster that was even more terrifying than the umbrella!
The song of Saya rang in her ears.
"Saya... Saya..."
"Saya... Saya..."
"My lovely daughter..."
"My kind daughter..."
"Mommy loves you!"
Ran Bing understood that she was not far from being able to read the book of Saya.
"Thank you!" She picked up the gun and the metal box on the ground, turned around, and left.
"Aren\'t you going to hold me accountable?" Tyne stopped her and asked.
Ran Bing smiled. "City Lord, your responsibility will be investigated and examined by the people of your floating city..."
"Your choice will be judged by history!"
"This has nothing to do with me!"
"History..." Tyne raised his head. "Does humanity still have a future?"
"Yes!" Ran Bing raised her gun. "As long as I am alive, humanity will definitely be able to return to the ground and rebuild our world!"
"Even if this will make me a monster!"
"But history will eventually give me a correct judgment!"
"Just like history will judge your life, City Lord!"
She pushed them away and strode forward.
There was no need to stay here anymore.
She would continue her journey and continue to search for the traces of the umbrella.
Until every single member of that evil company was killed!
Drag their plan for eternal life and the so-called gods to hell and tear them apart!
That was her mission!
Even if she turned into a monster, even if she became a terrifying inhuman existence, she would not hesitate!
Because, blood must be paid with blood!
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