Klea had no choice.
She didn't dare to have a choice.
She could only bow her head and worship, "Great God... if you are willing to give me a chance... then... I am willing to dedicate everything to serve you!"
She knew that the god in front of her might not be a good person.
Perhaps there was a terrifying conspiracy.
But...
For the Spirit Race, there was no other choice.
So...
The Spirit Race had long been looking for a way out.
For even the slightest chance, they would try at all costs.
The Dark Spirit Race, in the network city of Comoros, were immersed in their anger.
They relied on the stimulation of killing and senses to avoid the sight of the perverted.
This was actually using the power of the Blood God to resist the perverted.
It was equivalent to taking a poison when they knew that they would die.
It made the perverted retreat, but it successfully attracted the attention of Khorne.
The Spirit Race of the Ark World chose to train themselves.
They established all kinds of precepts and devoted all of themselves to a path.
Through arduous and long-term training, they erased their other emotions.
But this was actually only treating the symptoms and not the root cause.
It only delayed their own depravity.
They still couldn't escape the pursuit of the perverted.
Even the clowns...
By laughing at everything and ridiculing everyone.
In the subspace, they weaved a stage that was enough to deceive the perverted.
They also relied on the network left behind by the ancient sages to appear and disappear unpredictably.
But wasn't this also a form of suicide in another sense?
The laughing god who ridiculed the perverted.
The clown troupe who ridiculed everything.
Wasn't it a hotbed for new evil gods?
Just like how the Spirit Race had nurtured outstanding perverts in extreme depravity and enjoyment.
However, this was the fate of the Spirit Race.
It was also the cruel truth of the entire universe!
All living things were sad, and all races were suffering.
All sentient beings were destined to have a miserable life the moment they were born.
The evil god of chaos, the tide of green skin, the invasion of the great devourer...
There was always a painful way to die.
Even if they were born in the safe rear.
The butcher's knife and whip of their race were not inferior to the Chaos Army, the green skin beasts, and the great devourer.
Even if they were lucky enough to escape all these disasters.
They were born in a prosperous, peaceful, tranquil, and dangerous remote star field.
However, there was no guarantee that one day, a desolate uninhabited planet in their own star system would suddenly wake up.
It was the tomb of an aristocrat of the space undead tens of millions of years ago.
Now, it was awake …
In short, the fundamental principle of this universe was despair.
All races, as long as they still had bodies and desires, they would feel despair and pain …
A peaceful death was the greatest happiness in the galaxy.
This was especially true for the Spirit Tribe.
So, Claya made her stance clear.
As long as they could help the Spirit Race deal with the threat of Perverted Bastard.
Not to mention joining the evil gods.
So what if he became the claws of the Evil God?
… …
Ling Ping'an examined the little guy in front of him.
He was a little surprised, but also a little impressed.
Perhaps it was because of the game.
He was more indulgent and wanton than he was in reality.
It was full of bad taste.
Perhaps this was because he understood that no matter what he did in this universe, he would not be able to affect the world that had raised him.
Therefore, he smiled and flicked out a little spiritual light.
That spiritual light landed on Xiao Budian's forehead.
Ling Ping'an said, "Go!"
"Once this mission is completed, the fortuitous opportunity will appear!"
As he spoke, his figure quietly disappeared in the starry sky.
… …
Claya watched the glimmer of light land on her forehead.
Then, she understood everything.
In her mind, there was a mechanical watch that had been wound up.
Click, click.
The clock had already started to move.
This meant that it had already started to count.
Before the clockwork finished, if she could complete the mission of that god.
Then, this mechanical watch would guide her to find the power to fight against Lust.
Otherwise …
There was no need to mention anything.
This was also the meaning of the so-called fortuitous opportunity.
Fortuitous opportunity, fortuitous opportunity.
Opportunity, fate.
If she caught it, then she caught it.
If she didn't catch it, then she didn't catch it!
She listened to the mechanical hand ticking.
Claya understood that she didn't have much time.
She had to hurry!
But …
This mission!
Her eyes suddenly widened.
In front of her, a light screen that only she could see appeared.
Square words that she didn't recognize at all jumped.
There were whispers quietly explaining these words.
"Mission: Spread!"
"I have a story that I want to tell the entire universe. So, I chose you! An outstanding troupe leader! Go, weave my story into a drama and spread it to as far star fields as possible! "
"Requirements: Within a standard Tailon year, weave the story into a drama and spread it to as many star fields as possible!"
"At least 300 million viewers need to watch and know this story!"
"Hint: The more viewers, the more your final reward!"
Thus, a story landed in her mind.
Looking at this story.
Claya's pupils suddenly dilated.
…..
The foundry world of Griffin V.
The ocean had reappeared on the surface.
A planet day ago, it even rained in the atmosphere.
This was the first rain since the Mechanical Church came to this planet.
This meant that the planet's atmospheric cycle had reappeared.
And in orbit.
In the huge spaceport, the gazes of all the members of the Mechanical Church were focused here.
Archbishop Almunia stood on the mechanical platform.
He stared at the behemoth that was slowly leaving the spaceport.
The holy object created by the wisdom of the great soul of machines.
The battleship, the Steam Riveter.
Barrels that shone with cold light were densely arranged on the surface of the battleship.
The curvature engine roared and ejected high-temperature plasma flames.
A huge six-barreled Gatling gun was installed at the bow of the ship.
The black muzzle of the cannon was raised high.
The machine servants lay on the barrel and carried out the final inspection.
Finally …
This huge battleship that was more than 20 kilometers long slid down from the orbit of the spaceport.
The black hull was bathed in the light of the star.
The will of steel was cheering.
Cheering for machinery and steel.
The soul of the machine was extremely happy and let out an excited roar that made all the members of the Mechanical Church tremble.
Almunia was overjoyed. He immediately led everyone to kneel on the ground and worship the creation of steel and machinery while chanting prayers.
"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 machines!"
As they prayed, they asked the great soul of machines, or the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva, to show a miracle.
Hard work pays off!
Amidst the chorus of praise and chanting.
On the great battleship, Buddha lotuses quietly appeared!
Almunia was extremely excited, and he praised even louder.
Even the unintelligent machine servants sang along.
Thud thud thud!
They knocked on the steel pipes.
Thud thud thud!
The devout mechanical priests knocked on the steel floor.
Even on the ground, in the casting world of the earth\'s core, the brain servants who had their eyes closed opened their electronic eyes.
The vocal cords that had been removed by surgery seemed to have grown again.
They opened their mouths, and their shriveled lips made a ho-ho-ho sound.
It was like the clamor of a madman, or the roar of a beast in a nightmare.
But in the end, these sounds turned into holy Sanskrit singing.
One after another, metallic flowers fell from the sky.
The high-pitched Sanskrit singing joined together.
They didn\'t need anyone to teach them. They were born with the knowledge of how to praise their savior and praise their savior.
The merciful Gatling Bodhisattva!
"Praise the Gatling Bodhisattva for walking in the deep prajna for a long time, holding six tubes..."
In the Sanskrit singing, even in the casting world, there was a holy six-tube Gatling Bodhisattva slowly turning.
And on the track.
Countless priests and soldiers of the mechanical army saw it. In the deep space of the universe.
A holy kingdom was opening its doors to them.
It was a place that was originally empty.
Countless gears were tightly locked together.
The entire universe seemed to have turned into a mechanical universe.
Steel, engines, turbines, parts...
It was everything in the universe!
Those gears slowly opened, and a corner of the mechanical paradise appeared in their eyes.
In the sky, there were countless giant cannons floating.
One door after another, so densely packed that they couldn\'t see the end.
The ground under their feet was made of steel.
Huge mechanical guards walked among them.
The majestic body of the future Buddha of Steam and Steel was faintly discernible in the distance.
He was still asleep.
Waiting for the time to be right.
Then, he would descend into the mortal world, purify all living beings, and lead people to abandon this fragile body.
Embrace steel, embrace truth.
Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!
Thus, everyone was in an uproar.
The mechanical paradise really existed!
Now, even the people who were the most skeptical in the past were shouting fanatically, "Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"
"The great soul of machines!"
"The merciful Bodhisattva Gatling Bodhisattva!"
"The immortal future Buddha of Steam and Steel!"
"Please descend!"
"Please descend!"
"I beg the Buddha to be merciful and help us transcend this sea of flesh and blood, reach the other side of machinery, and achieve the fruit of steel!"
Amidst the fanatical prayers and chanting.
In the deep space of the universe, a Bodhisattva wearing a steel kasaya, made of bronze, with benevolent features and benevolent eyes, holding a mechanical holy object in his hand quietly appeared.
He looked at all the believers who worshiped him.
In his eyes, there was no other meaning other than benevolence.
"Amitabha!" The Bodhisattva opened his mouth and was benevolent.
In the eyes of the Bodhisattva, all living beings were equal.
In the eyes of the Bodhisattva, all living beings were suffering.
Therefore, he treated everyone indifferently.
Whether it was the mechanical bishop or the mechanical servant whose brain had been cut off.
Even the brain servant was equal in the eyes of the Bodhisattva.
Because...
The Dao of steel was materialistic.
All the things that came from flesh and blood were painful.
Thus, a tear of steel quietly fell from the corner of the Bodhisattva's eye.
For the living beings who suffered from flesh and blood, and for the living beings who had yet to find the truth of the Dao of steel and machinery.
The Bodhisattva shed tears.
Everyone's heart was in a knot.
Even the brain servants shed tears.
"Bodhisattva!"
"Bodhisattva!"
Everyone worshiped and cried.
Almunia even shouted loudly, "Bodhisattva, please help me enter the mechanical paradise, the Spirit Mountain of Steel!"
The others also begged, "Bodhisattva, please help us enter the mechanical paradise, the Spirit Mountain of Steel!"
However, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows. "Idiot!"
"Don't you understand?"
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the merciful Bodhisattva.
The Bodhisattva Gatling who helped the people and never stopped being merciful.
The Bodhisattva said, "The mechanical paradise can only be entered by people with merit..."
"The Spirit Mountain of Steel is something that only those who are fated to have a chance to enter …"
"Therefore, even I can't help you enter the mechanical paradise, the Spirit Mountain of Steel!"
"You must diligently cultivate the Dharma and comprehend the Dao of machinery. Only by achieving the Fruit of Steel can you ascend to the mechanical paradise and have a place in the Spirit Mountain of Steel!"
Listening to the Bodhisattva's explanation.
Almunia was enlightened. He immediately asked, "May I ask, Bodhisattva, how can we achieve the Fruit of Steel?"
The Bodhisattva sighed and said, "If you want to achieve the Fruit of Steel by yourself, you must have great wisdom and perseverance!"
"Before I achieved the Dao, I buried myself in the Great Dao of Machinery and studied the truth of steel for thousands of years..."
"I sank into the sea of suffering of flesh and blood, unable to see the light of day..."
"I suffered all kinds of hardships and suffered all kinds of hardships..."
Almunia was shocked when he heard this.
But thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was the right way.
How could the Fruit of Steel and the Great Dao of Machinery be easily achieved?
However...
He looked at the Bodhisattva, kowtowed and said, "Bodhisattva... I'm afraid I don't have your perseverance and wisdom..."
"Most people probably don't have such perseverance and wisdom..."
"If that's the case..."
"Bodhisattva, aren't you abandoning me to the sea of suffering?"
"I hope Bodhisattva will be merciful..."
These words were the truth that he suddenly understood after seeing the Gatling Bodhisattva.
The barrel of the gun in the Bodhisattva's hand slowly turned.
He sighed, "Of course!"
"The Buddha is merciful. Of course, he will not abandon all living beings!"
"Therefore, with great mercy and wisdom, he will carve out another Great Dao for all living beings trapped in flesh and blood!"
"To let all living beings achieve the Fruit of Steel!"
Almunia was overjoyed.
All the members of the Machinery Sect, even the mechanical creations that had just been awakened by the descent of the Gatling Bodhisattva, pricked up their ears.
He heard the Bodhisattva say, "This Dao is to prove the Dao through merit..."
"Redeeming one person is one merit..."
"Accumulating merit is virtue, a thousand people is virtue!"
"Accumulating merit..."
"You can ascend to the Mechanical Spirit Mountain and achieve the Fruit of Steel, becoming the Arhat of Steel, the Mechanical Sky Dragon!"
As he spoke, the Bodhisattva's bronze hand gently tapped.
A copy of the Mechanical Scripture fell into everyone's mind.
Mechanical Diamond Sutra!
A sutra that specialized in redeeming all living beings and spreading praise for the Great Dao of Steel.
The sutra that recorded the deeds and wisdom of the Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva and the future Buddha of Steam and Steel!
"Thank you, Bodhisattva!" Almunia was sincerely convinced.
"Thank you, Bodhisattva!" Everyone, including the brain servants, were grateful!
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