Chapter 463 Chain Reaction Hilly area, deep valley quarry. The janitor fell asleep again and was carried away by two members of the Mechanical Heart. Horamick Haydn, wearing a white priest robe and a clergyman's soft hat, stared at the mine with its door already open, with a slight shadow on his kind and gentle face. After the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery lost all its parishes in the Kingdom of Loen, the former Archbishop Backlund, a member of the Council of God, returned to the headquarters in Intis. In the past few years, he has been running around in different places like a firefighter, dealing with various serious supernatural incidents. He knew better than most of the clergy of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery that although the world seemed to remain peaceful, it was actually rotten in many places, with constant problems and hidden dangers lurking in the darkness. The various orthodox churches and government organizations could only barely maintain themselves. Horamick withdrew his thoughts, sighed silently, and said to the Mechanical Heart Deacon beside him: "God will protect us. "Steam on top!" As he spoke, he drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest. As the burly deacon of "Mechanical Heart" gave the order to clear, some members picked up iron-black cannon-shaped objects, some held weapons that looked like steam guns but had no backpacks and were equipped with golden bullet belts, some took out scrolls made of leather and amulets made of different metals, and some aimed rings, canes, etc. at the front.

Rumble! A golden fireball that looked like a miniature sun flew out of the barrel first and landed in the middle of the quarry hole. It was followed by "cannonballs" of different colors and "bullets" of different shapes, so the rising light and scattered waves cleaned the entire deep valley quarry over and over again, but maintained the stability of the cave structure and only caused minor collapse. After several rounds of cleaning, the secret cave in the quarry was directly blasted open, revealing its interior. Horamik's eyes lit up with a dark red light that did not belong to a human. He clearly saw that the white mist that filled the secret cave had been almost completely dispelled, and the rock walls on both sides were inlaid with human arms and thighs. The archbishop stepped forward, leading two teams of Mechanical Heart members through the quarry and arriving at the secret cave. Before entering, he looked back outside, towards the Deep Valley Monastery which was not too far away. The Archbishop of Trier is there monitoring with the Seal. Horamick then examined the human arms and legs on the rock wall and found that they were all connected to mechanical parts such as gears and crankshafts, as if they were some kind of experimental products. Under the orders of the Deacon, the members of the "Mechanical Heart" began a new round of cleanup. They did not go deep into the secret cave and went down the tunnel until all the arms, legs and machines were turned into ashes or fragments. After a similar process was repeated several times, Horamick, who was wearing a clergyman's soft hat and had pale hair, and the members of the "Mechanical Heart" came to a hall that looked like a giant laboratory. Here, human arms and machines are combined to continuously grab parts from cabinets, sinks, long tables, and iron boxes along tracks on the ceiling, and deliver them to the fire at the deepest part of the hall. In that place, there were several human corpses piled up, and there stood a human whose entire body was made up of machines. He was over three meters tall, with one artificial eye like an emerald and the other like a ruby, both supported by a large number of parts. His temples were covered with a special transparent material, and the gray-white brain could be seen wriggling inside. The mechanical giant looked at Horamick and the others scattered at the entrance of the hall and laughed with a metallic friction sound: "Are you surprised? I don't need steam to provide power, nor do I need a human body to drive me. I can do everything normally, including fighting. Unfortunately, my sequence is not enough, and I can't replace my brain. “After seeing this, you no longer need to doubt, right? We are God’s favorites, and we listen to God’s true teachings. You have all been corrupted by worldly prosperity and enjoyment, and have strayed away from God’s throne!” Horamick glanced around and saw that the members of the Mechanical Heart present were extremely alert and did not waver, so he nodded with satisfaction. He turned to look at the mechanical giant, with no obvious change in expression on his kind face: "You're using the 'Spiritual Gem', right?

"Using humans to refine 'spiritual gems' is much more cruel and wasteful than using steam. "Claude, I thought you were just lost for a moment and would slowly come to your senses when you reached the Deep Valley Monastery. I didn't expect that you have become a heretic!" "Heretics?" The mechanical giant laughed, "You are the heretics! How long has it been since you received an oracle?" "Always there." Horamick replied calmly, "Claude, tell me, where is the 'inn'? Are you cooperating with those evil gods to plot against Trier in the Fourth Epoch?" Claude, who had transformed into a mechanical giant, glowed red and green with his eyes, and said solemnly: "You have strayed away from God's teachings, and you no longer have the spirit of sacrifice. "The future of this world and the chance for God to ascend to the highest level are all in Trier in the Fourth Epoch. The sooner we open it, the greater our hope will be!" Without waiting for Horamick to respond, the mechanical giant said coldly: "I will show you who is the heretic and who is the follower of God!" As soon as he finished speaking, the light in his two artificial eyes burst out, and the whole hall was filled with a constant roar. The sound of machinery running echoed with a mysterious feeling. In a flash, the members of the "Mechanical Heart" who were about to provide fire coverage saw a series of projected pictures at the same time, which depicted how mankind emerged from ignorance, grew step by step, and established different civilizations at different stages. These paintings are both illusory and heavy, thin and magnificent. Horamick and others seem to have transformed themselves into the humans in them, feeling the thickness and splendor of civilization. At this moment, a face appeared "outside the painting". "He" wore a tall crown, his nostrils had rotted away to the point where only two black holes were left, and in his eyes were countless star maps superimposed on each other. He was staring greedily at Horamik and the others, and at the civilization they belonged to. Silently, more faces were pasted on the surface of the scroll. Some of them had their heads split in half by a ruler, some had pieces of yellow paper covered with strange runes, some were covered with wheat ears and rice, and some were simply made up of different symbols to barely form a human shape. These faces were larger than those of Horamick and others combined. They stared at the scene across the scroll. Seeing these faces, the members of the Mechanical Heart felt fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if their entire civilization would be destroyed. Just as they were about to lose control, the faces disappeared as strangely as they had appeared. The scene in front of Horamick's eyes returned to normal, and the mechanical giant Claude and the madly running hall appeared in his eyes again. The archbishop did not waver at all, but instead his voice was filled with anger: "heresy!" As the voice echoed, he bent his left wrist with his right palm, revealing a cold, heavy black metal tube. The sound of gears meshing erupted, and a light as bright as daylight came on, covering the entire hall. Members of the Mechanical Heart also launched attacks one after another. Rumble! There was a noticeable shaking at the Deep Valley Quarry, as if it had been hit by a short, severe earthquake. ………… In underground Trier, outside the stone gate where the Carbonari disappeared. Red fireballs floated in the air, illuminating the dark tunnel. “Flame” Danitz was wearing a linen shirt, a brown jacket, dark trousers, and a pair of black leather boots. He put one hand in his pocket and looked at the stone gate not far away. His hair and eyebrows were burnt yellow, he was holding a piece of weed in his mouth, and his deep blue but bright eyes glanced left and right.

Nearly twenty men dressed as sailors were silently scattered around the surrounding area. Some were twirling daggers, some were cleaning the barrels of their revolvers, and some were moving their necks... One of the brown-haired sailors with a smile on his face broke the silence and said to “Flame” Danitz: "Captain, why should we help the Intis government hunt down the Carbonari for free?" Danitz glanced at him, spat out the weeds in his mouth, and cursed in a low voice: "Shit, do you want to watch Trier destroyed? "Are you still from Intis?" As he spoke, he punched the stone door. These bastards, don’t they know that their captain has a lot of properties in Trier? On the surface of Danitz's fist, the blazing white flames gathered more and more as he swung forward, eventually turning into a fireball that exuded a destructive aura. Boom! The earth shook and the stone door shattered into pieces. ………… Janna fell lightly in the bottomless darkness, occasionally being scratched by gravel, but suffering no substantial harm. After falling like this for an unknown amount of time, her feet finally touched solid ground. A building was reflected in her beautiful blue eyes: It was a slightly crooked beige house. The bottom three floors had obvious Roselle period features, with extensive use of piers, arches, and large windows, while the top two floors were so simple that they seemed to have been added temporarily. This is...Jenna was visibly stunned. The building in front of her was very familiar to her. That's the Golden Rooster Hotel! At this moment, there were still lights coming from many rooms of the Golden Rooster Hotel. Janna saw a man and a woman hugging each other and looking outside behind a glass window on the third floor. The man was wearing black-framed glasses and had his brown hair combed fairly neatly, while the woman was wearing a lake blue dress and had a plump face and brown eyes that had a strange, vague feeling. Boom, boom, Jenna's heart began beating violently. She had never actually met the woman, but she knew the man: That's the missing playwright Gabriel! (End of this chapter)