Ling Ping'an walked upstairs, changed into slippers, and collapsed on the sofa.
Then, he saw the watch that the foreigner had mortgaged to him two days ago.
For some reason, Ling Ping'an picked it up and put it in his hand to examine it.
The watch was engraved in letters, of which he knew only the letters, but what they meant when they were joined together, he did not know.
There was no other way. The Federal Empire didn't have a foreign language education program.
If it weren't for the cultural reform of Taizu and Taizong, introducing the twenty-four letters and numbers of foreign countries, and then opening the door to modern chemistry, physics, and mathematics.
Ling Ping'an probably wouldn't even be able to recognize the letters.
Therefore, after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out. Then, Ling Ping'an put it in the drawer next to the sofa.
Then, he took out his phone.
"Let's play games!" He said, "The hero of the canyon must have been waiting for me for a long time!"
Then, he charged into the canyon and started the battle.
… …
Y'lisabet dragged a huge descendant of the Diablo and walked in the desolate and cold canyon.
He was the descendant of the Diablo 'Eye of Hell' who was entrenched on Jupiter.
He was also one of the few descendants of the Diablo that humans were most familiar with.
But now, his huge mouth had been completely shattered by some kind of gravity.
The tentacles that should have been hanging under his body had been cut off one by one.
His chubby body was riddled with holes.
His single eye, which was the greatest threat to humans, had been completely smashed.
Now, this descendant of the Diablo only had the most basic physical vitality left.
In other words, it had the most basic life activities.
Other than that, everything about it had been destroyed.
In human terms, it was now in a vegetative state.
However, for a strange thing like the descendant of the Diablo, as long as it was not completely destroyed, even if there was only one cell left, it could still be resurrected.
Especially the descendants of the Eye of Hell, they were especially good at this.
Not only did they look like deep-sea jellyfish.
Even their vitality was almost the same.
There was once a descendant of the Eye of Hell that was hit head-on by a hydrogen bomb and evaporated by the high temperature. Only a tentacle survived.
But three years later, it made a comeback.
Of course, the descendant of the Diablo that Y'lisabet was dragging now did not have an exaggerated regeneration power.
Because it was the same as all the other descendants of the Diablo that had been abandoned on Earth.
It was a defective product.
It was abandoned and left on Earth to raise venomous insects.
The descendants of the Evil Gods with true potential had already been taken to space by the terrifying Evil Gods.
Those on Earth were all failures.
Even so, in order to capture him, Elizabeth paid a heavy price.
Right now, she looked withered, and there was not a trace of flesh and blood on her body.
His entire arm was already broken.
The heaviest injury came from his chest, which had been pierced by the Evil God's single eye and completely evaporated.
Therefore, there was now a huge hole in her chest.
But she was still alive.
Because she was a nun of steel, a preacher of machinery.
The great soul of machines was watching over her!
The holy Gospel for Machinery guided her.
Thus, steel strengthened her will, and machinery gave her endless possibilities.
Therefore, even though she was almost at the end of her rope and her body was in pieces.
But he was still alive.
Not only was he alive, he could even drag this shockingly heavy descendant of an Evil God through the barren canyon.
But …
Elizabeth looked round.
Under her almost shattered skull, her exposed electronic eyes saw in the canyon, in the sky.
The minions of the Evil God were gradually approaching her from all directions.
She had no way out, no way out.
Therefore, the few compound eyes of the descendant of the Evil God that she was dragging that still had basic functions were also staring at her with a playful and cruel gaze.
However, Elizabeth suddenly smiled.
Her jaw, which was almost broken, was like a broken doll as she smiled weirdly.
"This is a feast!" Elizabeth said, "A feast for my Lord!"
"Machinery needs to be injected with life!"
"Steel longs for the watering of flesh and blood!"
She stopped and stood in the middle of the canyon. She used the last of her strength to drag the terrifying descendant of the Evil God in front of her. Then, she took out a book from her torn clothes.
A book that flowed with molten steel and rang with the sound of a mechanical engine.
The pages of the book opened.
Elizabeth held it and began to read it devoutly and holily.
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine!"
The minions of the Evil God that were surging from all directions saw her stop and immediately surged over like a tidal wave.
However, this was a trap!
Elizabeth had deliberately set a trap!
Because under her feet was the Federal Army\'s A130 military reserve warehouse.
Rumble!
As Elizabeth recited.
The earth began to shake, and the ground was collapsing.
And the hymn that belonged to machinery began to play. The sonata of steel resounded throughout the world.
Crack, crack!
A huge metal altar rose from the ground.
The altar that belonged to steel, the sacred hall of machinery!
The barrels that were removed from tanks and towed cannons pointed in all directions like peacocks opening their tails.
Pieces of armor, layer by layer, were laid under the altar.
The engines roared to life even though no one was operating them.
"Ring the bell twice, press the button, ignite the engine, ignite the turbine, and inject life!" Elizabeth knelt on one knee and looked up at the great altar that rose from the ground.
It was so beautiful.
Each barrel represented the pinnacle of beauty.
It was also so sacred. Every engine seemed to be singing the truth of the universe.
Of course...
"Not enough, not big enough!" Elizabeth thought.
True beauty should have billions of turrets roaring in the universe.
True holiness should be an infinitely large warship with an infinite number of barrels.
It would spit out the flames of truth and convince its enemies and heretics one by one.
With this thought in mind, Elizabeth threw the descendant of the Evil God that she was dragging toward the rising steel altar, the sacred hall of machinery.
The huge body of the descendant of the Evil God fell on the rising altar.
His body was pierced through by the cannons one after another.
The dark green stinky blood seeped into the altar along the pieces of steel armor.
"Ring the bell three times..." Elizabeth ignored the countless minions of the Evil God that had already rushed in front of her and loudly chanted the last hymn, "Praise in unison!"
"Praise machinery, praise steel!"
"The great soul of machines!"
"You are the Lord who created all things, and the apocalypse that destroyed everything!"
"More is good, big is beautiful!"
"Evaporate! Burn! Forge! "
"Steel is eternal, machinery is eternal!"
The last word was spoken.
Boundless light emerged from the altar.
It formed a huge pillar of light that pierced through the world and broke through the thick clouds in the sky.
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