Ling Ping'an pulled down the shutter door and locked the drawer of the cashier desk.
Then, he placed a towel in the corner of the door as usual.
The kitten, Bastet, jumped down from the counter and lay on the towel.
"Good night!" Ling Ping'an placed a small plate of cat food in front of it and said softly.
Then, he picked up his phone, put on the watch, hummed a little tune, and walked up the stairs.
Tap! Tap!
The footsteps gradually faded away.
The kitten lying on the towel sniffed the cat food in front of it.
Then, it carefully opened its mouth and put the food in its mouth one by one.
On the top of its head, a huge eye quietly opened.
The eye scanned the entire bookstore.
Under its pressure, the entire bookstore was extremely quiet.
Even the air seemed to have frozen.
… …
He changed into his slippers and took a shower.
Ling Ping'an put on his pajamas and fell onto the sofa.
Holding his phone, he yawned in boredom.
Then, he didn't give up and clicked on the canyon.
Naturally, it was still in the seal.
"Rubbish game!" He cursed and exited.
He clicked on the Legend of Nightmare again and received a notification: Dear player, the Nightmare server is under maintenance...
"Damn!" The young bookstore owner felt that he was being targeted.
"Could it be that the heavens want me to write a novel?" He thought.
Thinking that it was still early, he simply opened the writing software on his phone and began to think about what to write for his new book?
History?
Urban?
Xianxia?
Just this topic alone made him feel like a few strands of his hair were about to fall off.
"Sigh..." he sighed and said, "It's not easy to write. I should cherish it..."
… …
Jumping down from an abandoned building, Han Li landed steadily on the ground.
The spirit blade in her hand suddenly drew a circle around her.
"You can't run away!" She said.
An illusory shadow was imprisoned in place by the circle she drew.
The shadow looked at Han Li and knew that it couldn't run away.
So, it bared its fangs and brandished its claws, spitting out a ball of cold and evil breath.
Unfortunately, Han Li only waved her spirit blade.
The powerful and sharp Spirit Blade in his hand easily dispelled this ball of Dragon Breath.
Then, she slid.
The blade nailed the shadow that was about to escape into the ground to the cement ground.
Ah!
The shadow let out a shrill and terrifying howl.
The surrounding cement blocks disintegrated one after another.
Unfortunately …
Its struggle was destined to be futile!
The Spirit Blade in Han Li's hand burst out with resplendent spiritual energy, completely killing it.
Patter!
A small white crystal fell to the ground.
Han Li squatted down to pick it up. "It's the twenty-fifth one!" She said, "But I still don't know where to find the lich's brain nucleus and the flame demon's pith!"
She had searched all the monster nests and evil spirit territories in Donglin City.
The Lich and the Flame Devil were still missing.
The only good news was that Han Li knew their characteristics.
The 'Lower Abyss Research Report' gave her detailed information and hints.
As soon as those two types of ghosts appeared, she would be able to track them.
"Major Han Li!" At this time, a call came from the communicator on her body. "Major Han Li!"
"Please speak!" Han Li put away the Soul Crystal in her hand.
"I just received a notification from Linhai City..." the person on the communicator said, "We found traces of the Lich that manipulates corpses and evil spirits that you mentioned!"
Han Li's eyes immediately lit up. "I'll rush to Lin Hai City right away!"
"Please help me inform the local safety committee of Lin Hai City!"
"Do you need transportation?" the man asked.
"No need!" Han Li raised her head and looked at the sunlight in the sky. Her increasingly plump body reflected an enchanting shadow on the ground. "I'll walk there!"
"By the way..." she smiled. The tenderness of a young girl had the unique charm of a mature woman. "I'll clean up the things near the road!"
Now, under her hard work, Donglin City had changed from a light red color representing danger to a green color representing safety in the records of the United Nations Security Council.
There were no more than two-digit groups of monsters in the entire urban area of Donglin City.
As for the evil spirits...
The one she had just killed was probably the last evil spirit in the urban area of Donglin City.
Therefore, the area of the safe zone of Donglin City had expanded threefold in just a few days.
This city, the city that gave birth to and raised her, had finally ushered in the day of recovery.
… …
Elizabeth finally opened her eyes.
The steel and machinery that wrapped around her body automatically separated.
And as the steel and machinery separated.
In front of her, a dense crowd surged forward.
People raised their heads and looked at her.
Steel covered Elizabeth's body, and the will of machinery emerged from her body.
Steel lotuses bloomed under her feet.
Elizabeth also looked down at them.
These ragged people, these poor people, these helpless people.
They were the refugees in the neighborhood.
The so-called refugees were the people who had been displaced after the fortress they lived in was destroyed by the minions of the Evil God.
They were the most pitiful and the most pathetic group.
Because they could live, not because of themselves.
It was just that the descendants of the Evil God had deliberately kept them.
Just like the livestock that humans used to raise.
And the humans in the Doomsday Fortress were like cattle and sheep raised by the power of human industry before the Void Storm.
Large-scale breeding and centralized slaughter.
But...
Elizabeth stood up.
She opened her palm, and the emerald green grass appeared in her hand.
"What I serve is..." she looked at everyone in front of her. "The Great Soul of All Machines, the Immortal of Machines!"
"He is our Savior!"
"He is also the only truth!"
"He creates everything and destroys everything!"
"He is the Steam Rivet, and so is the Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva!"
"He is the Holy Father, the Holy Mother, and the Holy Son!"
"Are you willing to follow me and serve this Great Lord, the ultimate truth of the universe?"
Everyone lowered their heads and worshiped the Mechanical Saintess.
"Yes! Yes! "The people said in unison.
"Very good!" Elizabeth stretched out her hand and held a multi-barreled cannon made of steel.
She raised the mechanical miracle high and pulled the trigger continuously.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets exploded in the air.
That was the praise of machines and the blessing of steel!
Thus, Elizabeth led the crowd toward the sacred mechanical altar, the Steel Temple, and began the first mass.
She held the Gospel for Machines in her hand.
She began to recite the gospel devoutly and forcefully. "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."
"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..." The people knelt on the ground devoutly and offered their faith to the miraculous temple.
"Ring the bell twice, the engine is ignited, the turbine is ignited, life is injected..." Elizabeth led the chant solemnly.
"Ring the bell twice, the engine is ignited, the turbine is ignited, life is injected..." The crowd worshiped again.
As they worshiped, magical changes appeared on their bodies.
Many people's already broken limbs suddenly began to regenerate.
Steel reforged their flesh and blood.
Machinery gave them a new vitality.
The skinny children's bodies were also gradually filling up.
The nano-cells in their bodies that had long failed due to malnutrition and insufficient lubrication were reborn one by one.
Even those who had been injured by the claws and teeth of the Evil God and had many indelible scars and marks on their torsos and bodies were surprised to find that their bodies were being repaired.
Steel reconstructed them and also saved them.
Thus, the people no longer had any doubts.
Everyone worshiped the great steel altar, the sacred Mechanical Temple, devoutly and fanatically.
"Ring the bell three times!"
"Praise machinery! Praise steel! "
"Great spirit of machines, you are the Lord who created all things, and also the apocalypse that destroyed everything!"
"More is good, big is beautiful!"
"Evaporate! Burn! Forge! "
"Steel is eternal, machinery is eternal!"
"Amen!"
… …
Lying on the sofa, Ling Ping'an had already fallen asleep.
In a daze, he seemed to hear a faint roar of an engine.
"Ugh..." he turned over and buried his head in a pillow. "Racing in the middle of the night, how uncultured..."
In the past, there were many young people in Jiangcheng City who raced on motorcycles on deserted roads in the middle of the night, causing many accidents.
In his opinion, this was probably a young man from some family who was so bored that he would play around with his own and other people's lives.
However, this had nothing to do with him.
He only wanted to sleep now.
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