Ling Ping\ 'an threw the green skin named Hill to his clan tribe and didn\'t care about it anymore.
That was because he felt a call.
A call from the other side of the galaxy.
The gears were turning, and the steel was cheering.
Countless machines were prostrating themselves in worship.
All the machine souls were muttering the same holy words: Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!
Ling Ping\ 'an smiled, "It\'s Mechanical Ascension!"
Just as he was about to respond to the call, he suddenly turned around.
He saw a ship that was like a mosquito in his eyes flying out from the back of the star.
"So, there\'s still a peep!" He looked at the ship.
He felt extremely conflicted.
On one hand, he felt that this ship was extremely beautiful.
It was simply a work of art!
The slender streamlined hull, the silver alloy hull, and the engine that silently provided surging power.
Perfect!
It was simply a futuristic battleship in science fiction!
But...
On the other hand, subconsciously, this ship looked extremely crude to him.
It was like a toy made by a three-year-old child with plasticine.
It was just a clumsy imitation of the mold that the adult bought.
At most, it was only the technical standard of a servant of a low-level race.
Under this contradictory mentality, Ling Ping\ 'an stopped in his tracks.
"What\'s the matter?" He looked at the ship that looked like an insect in his eyes.
… …
The Shadow Prophet Clare didn\'t know why he was so bold?
He actually ordered his ship to sail out from the back of the star.
He even directly arrived in front of the Green Skin Gods.
There was no doubt that this was a huge gamble.
Moreover, the nature of the gamble, in the history of the Harlequin, was probably only slightly lower than the God of Laughter surviving the calamity of the birth of lust.
And this time.
She bet correctly like the God of Laughter.
Unexpectedly, the Green Skin Deities that were about to leave stopped in their tracks.
He didn\'t even attack!
This was too unusual!
In the history recorded by the Spirit Race.
The Green Skin was unsolvable and impossible to communicate with.
These terrifying creatures were a pure war race.
They were born for war.
And the Gods of the Green Skin were even more impossible to understand and communicate with.
In the era when the subspace was still very safe.
The Green Skin Gods already existed in it.
Before that, the Green Skins were already active in many parts of the galaxy.
Legend has it that the Green Skin Gods never feared anything in the subspace, nor did they concede to anything.
And their cruelty and tyranny were even more famous.
Legend had it that even the incarnations of the Four Gods of Chaos had fallen at the hands of these two incomprehensible green-skinned gods.
In the records of the Spirit Race.
Even if it was a deal with the Evil God of Chaos, it was still better than facing the Green Skin Gods directly.
That was because trading with the Evil Gods of Primal Chaos would only result in them being corrupted and degenerated.
If he encountered the Green Skin Deities, he would definitely die.
Moreover, he was beaten to death!
Communication?
No such thing exists!
But now …
"What's the matter?" The huge Green Skin Gods turned around.
The two huge heads hanging on his shoulders asked in unison.
There was no attack …
He didn't torture and kill either …
He even took the initiative to communicate!
Klea took a deep breath and calmed her heart.
Then, she put on the mask left by her teacher.
A mask made from the skull of her teacher and current teacher!
She slowly put it on.
The Harlequin mocks fate.
Laughter and drama were their magic weapons against Lust.
Even though in the prophecy, Lust would eventually devour the souls of all the Spirit Race and achieve immortality.
But the Harlequin mocked this prophecy.
They had already decided to fight against all of this!
So, she opened the hatch.
She looked at the incomparably huge monster that was the fusion of the Green Skin Gods.
Facing this terrifying evil god that was no different from the Four Gods of Chaos.
But …
When she saw the true face of the evil god, she was inexplicably shocked.
Because, in front of her, the terrifying green skin evil god was undergoing changes that she could not understand and did not record!
Under his green skin, the sound of gears turning came.
Countless gears were moving at an accelerated speed.
In the gears, there was a grand voice that resounded through the space and echoed in her soul.
It was as if countless people were praying in unison.
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
"Ring the bell twice, ignite the turbine, ignite the engine, inject life..."
"Ring the bell three times..."
"Praise in unison!"
"The Great Soul of All Machines!"
In the voice of the holy prayer, in the voice of the great praise.
The color of the Green Skin Gods slowly changed.
A bronze metallic luster gradually appeared on his body.
His originally twisted and thick hands were engraved with countless holy runes.
Lotus flowers bloomed in them.
Crack! Crack!
The machines were cheering!
Rumble!
The engine was praying!
Bang! Bang!
The ship under their feet let out an incomparably joyful sound.
The engine sprayed blue light and worshipped rhythmically.
They worshipped the truth of machines, the Supreme Lord of Steel!
The hymn said, "Praise the Gatling Bodhisattva, who has been practicing the Deep Prajna Honey for a long time, holding six tubes, turning into a supreme holy artifact. Compassion is like the sea, saving all living beings, far away from the Whirling World, eliminating the karma of the Five Aggregates, leaving the Six Paths of Reincarnation, leaving the Eight Sufferings, gathering and destroying the Dao without suffering, going to the Western Paradise. Six tubes, three trillion and sixty thousand revolutions in a breath, saving all living beings without rest! Great! Gatling Bodhisattva, great, Gatling Bodhisattva! "
That was a sacred Sanskrit chant.
It was also a sacred hymn that did not belong to any language!
But Klea could understand it.
Not only did she understand it.
Her soul and body began to waver.
"All living beings are suffering..."
"Everything is empty..." she muttered to herself.
She had the urge to worship in front of this sacred God, become his follower, turn into steel parts, and act as a guard of Buddhism.
Fortunately …
At the critical moment, a mocking voice came from the mask she was wearing.
That was the soul of her teacher and mother protecting her.
After this mocking voice, the mask she was wearing also shattered layer by layer.
Her appearance was revealed.
Sharp ears, blue eyes, and her appearance was eighty to ninety percent similar to a human woman.
But she was thinner and more exquisite.
Like a fairy from ancient times.
Klea, who had woken up, gasped with lingering fear.
Just now, she had almost been eroded by this unknown Bronze God Puppet.
And …
The other party did not show any aggression, nor did he show any malice.
Just the act of seeing his true body had caused her to be eroded by it.
If it wasn\'t for her teacher sacrificing his soul.
She had become a believer who worshipped this god infinitely and abandoned everything to pursue him.
Her compatriots were not as lucky as she was.
In the ship behind her, all the members of the entire troupe had already knelt on the ground.
They kept kowtowing and worshipping, chanting, "Flesh and blood are weak... Steel is eternal!"
"Flesh and blood are weak... Steel is eternal..."
"Pray for the mercy of Buddha! Pray for the mercy of Buddha! "
"Pray for the salvation of Buddha... Pray for the salvation of Buddha!"
It seemed that with just a thought from the god, they would jump into the engine and merge themselves with the entire ship.
The battleship under their feet was captured by the God Marquis the moment it appeared.
They became his worshippers and worshippers.
That was not unusual.
The warships of the Chaos Army were animated chaos evil creatures.
Those demon furnaces could even directly create the bodies of chaos demons at the frontline.
"The soul of machines?" Clare looked at the giant bronze statue that had suddenly transformed into a giant statue, and she asked her own question.
Then she shook her head.
Because the god she saw in her eyes.
It did not match the description of the Machinery Faith at all.
Gurgle...
In the starry sky in front of her, the sound of countless machines and gears came from the universe outside the cabin door.
Klea raised her head.
She saw that in the hands of the bronze god, a huge weapon that was at least ten kilometers long was being shaped by steel.
In just an instant, the huge steel weapon had already taken shape.
The barrels, which were comparable to planetary weapons, began to rotate.
There were a total of six steel barrels.
Each of them was engraved with a mysterious character.
For some reason, Klea could understand them.
"Namo, Amitabha, Buddha!"
"Namo Amitabha!" The members of the troupe all kowtowed and worshipped the steel creation.
"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva!"
The engine roared and made the sound of prayer.
"You are the Holy Father..."
"You are the Holy Son..."
"You are the Holy Spirit!"
"You are the soul of machines!"
"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"
"May your path on earth be like the roar of the engine and cast in steel!"
At this moment, Klea realized that the god in front of her had completely changed.
He was wearing a simple kasaya and casually sitting cross-legged in the universe.
The stars surrounded him as if they were worshipping him.
The starlight lingered as if they were praying.
One by one, the steel flowers fell from the ceiling.
On the dignified, sacred, and merciful steel head, a pair of deep and distant eyes of wisdom flashed quietly.
He spoke again.
"What can I do for you?"
His voice was extremely merciful and gentle.
It was as if a kind elder was asking a poor girl if she needed help.
Klea's voice trembled. She lowered her head and bowed deeply. She swallowed her saliva and said, "The Ada Spirit pays tribute to you!"
"The Great Immortal!"
This was the only bargaining chip she had now.
The race that she represented behind her.
The Ada Spirit race.
The overlord that once dominated the galaxy.
The graceful race that was enlightened by the ancient sage.
In her opinion, since this mysterious god could transform into the Green Skin God Duo, and now he had transformed into the god of the Machinery Faith.
Then...
He might be related to the ancient sages.
Perhaps he was a member of the Battle of Heaven.
However, the god lowered his eyebrows slightly. "The Ada Spirit race?"
"I don't know..."
Klea swallowed her saliva.
"He has nothing to do with the ancient sages?"
"Could it be... that he is on the side of the Star God?"
In the galaxy, the most mysterious ones were the ancient sages and the Star God.
Those ancient advanced civilizations had laid the foundation for everything that was happening today.
The ancient sages had opened up a network that had protected the Ada Spirit race until now, allowing the Ada Spirit race to hide from the pursuit of perverts.
And the Battle of Heaven between the ancient sages and the Star God was said to be closely related to the formation of the subspace.
In fact...
The evil gods of chaos and the chaos demons might also be related to the Battle of Heaven.
Just as she was thinking about this.
The voice of the god came into her ears.
It was very easy-going and gentle, but not polite.
"Little guy..."
"Don't think too much..."
"I don't have much to do with this universe!"
"It's just a pet I raised here... I'm bored, so I came over to take a look!"
"But... it's fate that we met!"
He suddenly smiled.
His smile was merciful and full of wisdom.
The huge steel creation in his hand slowly rotated.
"Then I'll give you an opportunity!"
As he spoke, the six tubes slowly rotated.
"Namo Amitabha!" The god whispered. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Huge bullets shot out one after another.
Time and space began to distort in front of these bullets.
In front of Klea's eyes, a prosperous star sector appeared.
Countless huge buildings that were comparable to works of art stood on every planet in the star sector.
Countless Ada Spirit Race clansmen led a befuddled life in these beautiful cities.
They pursued all kinds of enjoyment.
Physical and soul.
But they had no idea that the entire star sector had been enveloped by a terrifying force.
Hehehe!
An incomparably huge phantom spread out from the subspace.
He shrouded everything.
That was Perverts.
He looked at the Astrals who had been captured by their lust and enjoyment with great joy.
This was his feast!
Finally!
Boom!
The power of the subspace gushed out from the void.
The entire star sector instantly sank.
The evil god named Perverts finally broke free.
Hundreds of millions of the souls of the Spirit race fell into his hands.
These depraved, greedy creatures of pleasure and flesh finally became the nutrients of the evil god.
And this once prosperous and prosperous star sector.
It also turned into a huge scar in the anger of Perverts.
The scar of the Milky Way.
From then on, the Ada Spirit race became wanderers.
Their home became the source of disaster for the entire Milky Way today -- the Eye of Fear!
Looking at all of this, Klea trembled with fear.
This was the nightmare of all the Spirit race.
Because, in fact, the Spirit race had already become the prey of Perverts.
The soul of every Spirit race would fall into the hands of Perverts after they died.
But the whisper of the god came into her ears again.
"This is what I found in your soul..."
"The source of your fear..."
"Do you want to defeat it?"
Klea listened as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw and nodded desperately.
There was no Spirit race that did not want to defeat Perverts.
But...
No!
To the Spirit race, Perverts were their natural enemies.
Facing Perverts, even the legendary gods of the Spirit race could only choose to escape. They did not dare to face it head-on!
"Only magic can defeat magic!" The god whispered in her ears.
"Similarly, only fear can defeat fear!"
"What you fear... is actually not a big deal!"
"If you can complete a mission..."
"I will teach you how to defeat him!"
Listening to these words, Klea returned to reality.
In the universe in front of her, the god sitting cross-legged, his eyes full of mercy.
He looked at Klea and asked with a smile, "How is it?"
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