Ling Ping'an stood at the door and looked at the customer. With a flashlight, he slowly walked towards the fog in the distance.
Soon, she disappeared from his sight.
"Speaking of which, this customer seems to have a story..." Ling Ping'an thought.
Her pointed ears, her outfit...
All of them proved that this Yin Shang sister had her own story.
However...
If the other party was unwilling to say, Ling Ping'an would not ask.
Respecting others was a very basic quality.
Closing the door and pulling down the shutter, Ling Ping'an looked at the kitten that popped out from behind the counter and stroked the little guy's head, "Little darling, it's time to sleep. We have to work early tomorrow morning!"
Yes, he had to upload his new book as soon as possible and then put it on the shelves to earn the royalties.
When his aunt came back in October, that hole had to be filled!
Thus, he put the kitten on the towel at the door.
Then, he turned off the light and hummed as he walked upstairs.
Creak, creak, creak. The old stairs swayed.
"In the blue sky, in the Milky Way... there is a little white ship..." The young bookstore owner's humming voice came.
In the pitch-black bookstore, countless terrifying eyes opened one after another.
"There is an osmanthus tree on the ship... the white rabbit is playing..."
Countless tentacles danced in the sky, and an endless terrifying aura wantonly spread.
In an instant, the entire bookstore became the most terrifying, dangerous, and terrifying hell in all worlds!
One by one, the ultimate demons in the legends of countless civilizations and worlds, the terrifying ferocious creatures that could destroy the world, appeared.
They waved their arms wildly, falling into an irresistible and extreme intoxication amidst their master's singing.
It was as if that song was the horn of destruction!
… …
She flashed the flashlight in her hand.
Cirvanas looked at it, this marvelous creature.
She didn't understand how this thing glowed.
However, she knew that without this thing, she would probably be unable to move an inch in this fog.
Moreover, she probably wouldn't be able to get out at all!
She kept moving forward.
Suddenly, little flames appeared in front of her.
Dark blue flames surrounded her.
Thus, sunlight appeared in front of her.
Cirvanas took a step forward and appeared in the sunlight.
The sun shone warmly on her body, and the mist of the morning sun surrounded the forest.
This was...
Cirvanas was extremely familiar with this place.
"Long Song Forest!"
This was where she grew up!
It was also a place where she played!
It was the place where she fought!
She was incomparably familiar with every mountain and valley here!
The 'Sun's Child' in his hand automatically flipped open under the sunlight. Countless words and symbols jumped out of the book, interweaving into a magnificent picture in front of Cirvanas's eyes.
This was the introductory technique of the Sun's Child.
Breathing in sunlight was the basic method of mastering the power of the sun.
It was called: Sacrifice of the Sun!
It was the most perfect and efficient basic method that the Children of the Sun had finally determined after countless years of exploration and summarization on their mother planet.
It was also the most efficient way to cultivate the power of the sun.
He looked at the scenes in front of him and listened to the murmurs ringing in his ears.
Sylvanas raised her head. She looked up at the sun, the first rays of dawn.
He straightened his legs and extended his arms, symmetrically pointing diagonally above his shoulders. His five fingers closed into a palm with his palms facing outwards and his fingertips pointing diagonally above the sky.
She softly followed the murmur and said, "Praise the sun!"
Countless words immediately turned into a warm current that seeped into her body.
Magnificent lines appeared on her skin and pores.
Dong dong dong!
The heart was beating slowly. Gradually, it turned into a golden heart!
The Children of the Sun used their last strength to directly lead Sylvanas to the path of the sun!
She directly became a Child of the Sun!
The sunlight fell on her body, causing a faint golden halo to appear on the surface of her body.
Sylvanas took a deep breath, and the sunlight was swallowed into her body like she was breathing.
This had saved her at least a year's worth of cultivation!
Sylvanas gently reached out and grabbed a ray of sunlight.
Then, she grabbed more.
The sunlight twisted into golden threads in her hand as if they were alive.
"Holy Seal of the Sun!" She said softly.
These golden threads flew to her forehead and branded a shallow mark on Quel\ 'dorei\'s forehead.
It was a ball of flame that seemed to burn forever!
At this point, she had truly become a Child of the Sun.
A warrior who breathed in the light and heat of the sun and vented his terrifying strength on every enemy of the Child of the Sun!
"Calamity!" The newly born Child of the Sun jumped onto the crown of an ancient tree.
Under the sunlight, her entire body seemed to be enveloped by a halo.
"Eternal sun, protect me!" She leaped forward and sped towards Silvermoon City.
Although she didn\'t know how long she had been gone.
But Sylvanas understood that her people and compatriots were waiting for her!
As long as the ranger general still had a breath left, she would not give up on her compatriots!
Even if she died!
… …
After taking a shower, Ling Ping\ 'an turned off the light and lay on the bed.
For some reason, he seemed to be fascinated as he hummed that song.
"In the blue sky and the milky way... there is a little white ship..."
In the song, he slowly fell asleep.
And even in his dream, this song seemed to be still humming.
"There is an osmanthus tree on the ship, and the white rabbit is playing..."
As he hummed in his dream, Ling Ping\ 'an increasingly felt that he needed to compose a new song for this song.
Thus, he saw himself, appearing on a grand and sacred stage.
Below the stage, countless fanatical audiences were waiting for this grand performance.
However, their appearances could not be seen clearly at all.
And beside Ling Ping\ 'an, many musicians were also looking at him.
It seemed that in this dream, he was the soul of the entire band.
"Hmm..." Ling Ping\ 'an looked at this dream and felt a little at a loss.
But...
Countless sincere gazes were looking forward to it.
Countless musicians were waiting for them.
They were all looking forward to a great and magnificent performance.
They were also waiting for an unparalleled auditory feast.
This made Ling Ping\ 'an a little embarrassed.
He looked in front of him.
It was a strange-looking drum.
Looking at this drum, Ling Ping\ 'an suddenly had countless inspirations.
Dong!
He patted it lightly.
The band immediately began to play.
It was a piece of wilderness music that could not be described by words or words.
The ear-piercing sound of the flute penetrated everything.
The sharp sound of the flute almost tore the eardrums.
The piano was in complete disarray, like thunder.
Countless dancers were dancing in a completely incomprehensible dance.
But the audience below the stage screamed like crazy.
It seemed that this great and magnificent dance had already begun.
They were all immersed in it.
Even Ling Ping\ 'an was infected by this atmosphere.
He realized that he actually did not need to know any music theory.
He casually beat the drum and the audience was very happy.
It was a little like the traffic. Even if they were out of tune, even if they sang awkwardly, the fans would still pay the bill. They would also be intoxicated and would even cheer one after another.
Brother was so great!
The goose was too amazing!
Brother\'s music was unparalleled!
This made Ling Ping\ 'an feel extremely comfortable.
"It seems that... although I usually hate traffic..." he had to admit, "But... if I become traffic... I will also be very happy!"
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that everyone was like this.
There were many things that he always ridiculed and disliked.
But once he became the protagonist of that story.
Then...
How fragrant!
Although he understood that this was just a dream!
But he also began to immerse himself in it.
Who didn\'t want to become the center of attention that countless people were looking forward to?
Who didn\'t want to be admired and trusted by countless people?
Now, he was standing on the stage of the dream.
Under the spotlight.
Feeling the enthusiasm of the countless audience below the stage.
Ling Ping\ 'an was excited.
He casually patted the drum!
Bang bang bang!
The audience below the stage seemed to have gone crazy. The ear-piercing screams and tsunami-like cheers continued endlessly!
The band on the stage was even more crazy.
The flute sounded long, the flute sounded high, and the zither sounded crazy!
Ling Ping\ 'an became more and more confident after receiving this encouragement.
He patted the drum like a true artist and immersed himself in it.
Although, in fact, his drumming was completely blind.
Rhythm?
Tune?
No need!
He only needed to pat it casually and beat it as he pleased.
The audience\'s expectations were really very low!
As long as he beat the drum, they would be satisfied with the sound of the drum.
As for the rest? It was not important at all!
This made Ling Ping\ 'an extremely happy.
He was completely immersed in it.
As he drummed, he even began to sing.
"In the blue sky, in the Milky Way... there is a little white boat..." as he hummed.
The drumming began to have a rhythm and rhythm.
Although it was still a mess, at least there was a basic rhythm.
This made the audience and the other members of the band go completely crazy.
It gave Ling Ping\ 'an the feeling that it was like a news scene he had seen before.
The fanatical fans looked at the traffic on the stage.
The traffic took out a lipstick from his pocket and smeared it on his lips seductively. Then, he threw it at the fans below the stage.
The fans went crazy!
"Brother! Brother! "
"Moth... Moth!"
They screamed and shouted crazily.
This moment was even crazier than the moment Ling Ping\ 'an had seen before.
As he hummed, the audience below the stage went completely crazy.
The band on the stage fell into a hysterical frenzy.
They played their instruments tirelessly and crazily.
The ear-piercing flute sound was mixed with the ear-splitting flute sound. In the completely disorderly sound of the zither, it entered a seemingly eternal state of performance.
Countless lights were focused on the stage.
Ling Ping\ 'an drummed excitedly.
At this moment, he felt that he was the world, and the world was him!
This feeling was too great!
"Perhaps... I have the potential to become a super traffic!" The young bookstore owner thought proudly in his dream.
… …
Dong dong dong!
A sacred drum sound came from the steel altar.
The will of the soul of all machines surrounded this sacred altar.
The great sacred music sounded on this sacred altar.
In this great sacred music, every citizen of machinery and believer of steel could feel the joy of the nano cells in their bodies.
Countless mechanical organs were intoxicated by it.
Kneeling in front of the altar, countless mechanical mantras appeared on the body of the steel nun, Elizabeth.
The mechanical scripture in her hand emitted endless light.
This light covered the sky and the sun, shooting straight into the sky.
Even the sky that was covered by the power of the Diablos could not be covered now.
The great will of the soul of machines tore everything apart violently!
The sacred sound of steel echoed in the sky, on the earth, and in every corner.
Amidst this great and holy sound.
Elizabeth understood the oracle of the soul of machines.
So, she stood up.
The will of steel was rendered on this holy mechanical nun, the holy bhikkhuni of steel.
She turned around, and the great immortal strength of steel emerged from her sacred body.
A pair of holy wings filled with mechanical beauty and the strength of steel spread out from behind her. The holy steel feathers were surrounded by the blessing of the soul of machines.
This blessing was so sacred!
So much so that every mechanical citizen and steel believer felt a childlike feeling coming from the depths of every nano cell and mechanical organ in their body.
This was their savior!
The great agent of the soul of machines in the mortal world!
The immortal great angel of steel!
Saint. Elizabeth!
This was the decision of the soul of machines!
"What is the soul of machines looking forward to?" In the voice of steel, Elizabeth asked every one of her people, the lambs of the soul of machines.
"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!" The believers answered in unison, their voices full of strength and determination.
"What is the teaching of the soul of machines?" The steel wings behind Y'lisabet opened completely, and Gatling cannons appeared on her wings.
Steel favored her.
Saint. Elizabeth!
"Face everything with absolute materialism and absolute rationality!"
"How should we repay the soul of machines?" Layers of steel armor appeared on Elizabeth\'s body.
That made her a huge mechanical titan.
She looked down at everyone coldly.
"Let us fight and die!" The believers shouted in front of this miracle, "For the soul of machines!"
Within the Sacred Altar of Steel, mechanical guardians climbed out one after another.
Elizabeth\'s steel wings began to vibrate.
She pulled out a huge steel blade.
"Then let us fight!"
"For the soul of machines!"
"From today onwards, we will fight the evil gods to the death!"
"Until we kill them all and completely expel them from our world!"
"Just because they dare to blaspheme the great soul of machines!"
"I promise you..."
The Angel of Steel said loudly. Her holy voice spread through the electronic cochlea of every believer and echoed in their quantum brain.
"Every warrior who fights for the soul of machines will receive the honor he deserves!"
"And every person who is afraid to move forward on the battlefield and even betrays will be engulfed by the anger of machines and steel!"
As she swore, endless mantras appeared on the sacred steel altar.
There was no doubt about the will of machines and steel!
Fight for the soul of machines!
Thus, countless people of steel in the entire North American continent understood the true meaning of machines and steel.
At this moment, every single one of them knelt down and began to pray devoutly.
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
The sacred prayer pierced through the sky.
The endless will of steel enveloped the entire world.
Millions of people prayed in unison.
The sacred power began to resonate.
… …
Countless poisonous gas filled the entire atmosphere.
Countless steel buildings stood on the surface.
The sea here had already evaporated.
The rivers and lakes had long dried up.
This was the foundry world, Griffin V.
It was a foundry world that the mechanical priests who had fled from the defeat of Griffin IV had rebuilt in this desolate galaxy.
It was also a foundry world that had lost contact with the empire for more than thousands of years.
But they still stood firm here.
The mechanical priests stood firm here with their will of steel.
For the foundry world, and for Omnissia.
Under the surface, a steel pipe stood crisscrossed.
The machine servants shuttled through it.
In the deepest part of the ground, in the core of the planet.
The mechanical bishop stood on the steel platform and looked down at everything in the foundry world.
Now, it was time to pray!
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
All the members of the Machinery Faith were chanting devoutly.
Including Bishop Almunia.
This was a routine prayer.
The huge gears were slowly turning, and the huge forging hammers were constantly hammering.
The red molten iron was flowing in every pipe.
The mechanical bishop prayed as he watched everything.
The machine soul today was still the same.
Suddenly...
The entire foundry world seemed to be shaking.
The huge gears started to turn at an unprecedented speed.
The red molten iron was boiling!
The huge hammers were crazily hammering everything at an unprecedented speed.
The efficiency of the entire foundry world had reached an unprecedented level at this moment!
The mechanical bishop Almunia raised his head.
His electronic eyes saw that all the equipment was cheering.
Fanaticism also appeared in the eyes of the machine servants.
These machine servants, who had lost their ability to think, suddenly began to pray in unison.
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
All the machines in the foundry world roared at the same time. "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
A sacred sound of steel came from all the steel.
Dong dong dong...
That was the soul of machines speaking!
Dong dong dong...
That was the will of the great Omnissia!
Almunia knelt down devoutly.
All the mechanical priests knelt down devoutly.
They kissed the steel earth.
"Praise the God of machines!" They worshipped devoutly.
The machine soul was delighted!
For their loyalty, and for their wisdom!
Thus, the will of steel descended.
"I am the soul of machines..."
"The immortal among steel and machinery!"
"I also steam and rivet..."
"More is good, big is beautiful..."
"I am the Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva, the Savior of Great Mercy!"
The steel was singing, and the machinery was singing.
The will of the great soul of machines filled every inch of space!
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