Ling Ping'an turned on the computer and made himself a cup of tea.

I sat at the counter, waiting for the computer to turn on and drinking tea.

His computer was very old, seven or eight years old.

So every time it turns on, it's slow.

There was even more buzzing in the case.

However, it is of high quality and has never had a problem after using it for so long.

It's just that the processor is too old to bring most of the terminal games on the market now, and can only be used for office or codeword.

However, it is now the era of mobile Internet.

It doesn't matter if the computer is junk, as long as the phone is easy to use.

Therefore, the spirit of peace has not been changed.

After about two minutes, the view finally appeared on the screen, and software icons began to appear.

Many self-booting software is also starting to start.

Turn off the anti-virus software and application software.

Then, he opened the web page and logged in to the author's background to take a look.

37……

In other words, it rose by five more in one day today?

He nodded, this result is okay!

So, open the document and start coding words.

There was a crackling and the sound of the keyboard ringing in the bookstore.

Kitten Best, lying gently next to the computer at the counter.

Its claws gently grabbed the bronze gluttony that was sitting on the counter.

Cats always like to play.

Obviously, this little gluttony is now its cat toy.

Ling Ping'an has been immersed in his own world.

……………………

Accardo opened his eyes weakly.

It was the first time he had woken up unknowingly.

The figure of the hostess of "Accardo ......" was reflected in front of her eyes again: "How are you?" ”

"My little master......" Accardo replied weakly, "I'm okay......"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ingulat asked with concern.

The Blood River Lord, who has been in this unprecedented state of weakness, has been in this state for several days.

He remained unconscious for days.

For the first time, he even revealed his true form in front of Ingulat - the Lord of the Blood River, lying on his side, his face was pale and his whole body was already skinny.

This terrifying powerhouse that made the entire Qin Lu tremble, at this moment, he was weak and only needed an ordinary person with a sharp blade in his hand to kill!

And there will be no more time when He will not be able to rise from the river of blood.

Because His power has weakened to the point that he can't even connect with the river of blood!

"I went to a place and took part in a terrible trial......"

Accardo's eyes flickered, and memories began to rewind.

The tumor-like sky, the rain of flames, kept pouring down.

Countless terrifying monsters are surging across the vast land.

They are engaged in an eternal war with no end in sight.

Twisted flesh and massive bones covered the earth.

Countless souls perished on the battlefield.

An existence of the level of Accardo is only worthy of being a high-level infantry on that battlefield.

Even terrifying monsters as strong as gods will inevitably fall once they step into that battlefield.

Every day, thousands of strong people fall there.

Every day, thousands of monsters, from the outside world, join the battlefield.

This battlefield of the abyss and hell.

Eternal bloody battlefields.

And He was cast into the center of that terrible battlefield.

Even the gods will be distorted by the almost deformed killing intent that is so powerful that they will turn into a monster that only knows how to kill.

And Accardo had the privilege of having a certain amount of waking time.

This made his chances of survival much higher.

Even so......

In his memory, Accardo also recalled several near-death experiences.

On one occasion, he was even swept away by the aftermath of two terrible monsters, and his soul and body were nearly torn apart.

Thinking about this, Accardo couldn't help but shudder.

It was truly the most horrific experience He had ever had in his life.

"Trials?" Ingulat didn't quite understand: "What kind of trial can make you hurt like this?" ”

"Can't tell......" Accardo said, bowing his head.

That's really something that can't be said.

"Little master......" Accardo said suddenly, "please report to the queen..."

"It's time to reconsider relations with this country......"

"We want to build a closer partnership......

After this trial, Accardo only had one feeling: there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.

He finally knew what monster he was dealing with.

So, he understood immediately.

own role and positioning.

The same goes for Butania!

As long as the owner of the bookstore is still here, he doesn't need to express his position, he is here, and he can already make the country invincible.

Only a fool would see the iron plate, and still hit it with an iron head, and hit the head and broke the bloodstream.

And smart people will always judge the situation.

Just like the Hundred Years' War of that year, as soon as the Battle of New Qinling failed, Butania immediately abandoned those former allies, first announced that it would accept the Emperor's four-point proposal about the world and open peace talks.

Franco, Fran, United Province, and Shinra were all in tears by the pit.

It wasn't until the Phalans guillotined the king that the nations finally came to their senses.

"A closer partnership?" Ingulat didn't understand.

Accardo smiled and said, "Just go and send the report...... The queen will understand......"

With that, He slowly closed his eyes.

Because Guulat is still young, of course he will not understand the obscure lines under this diplomatic rhetoric.

But the queen will know.

…………………………

Cracking sound.

The sound of keyboards echoed through the silent bookstore.

The notes are recalled under the wallpaper.

Occasionally, some notes will penetrate the wallpaper and flow into the empty cosmic starry sky, reverberating like thunder on the other side of the distant galaxy.

Griffin V Casting World.

The mechanical bishop Almunia prostrate in front of the steel gears, praying reverently.

"The way of steel is materialistic, for machinery is truth!"

"It's just you!"

"Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"

"You are the Father, the Virgin, and the Holy Spirit!"

"Billions of turrets are your glory, and roaring engines are your sermons!"

"I shall walk in your way as a machine walks on the earth, and the engines roar, and the steel is cast!"

"Flesh and blood are weak...... Steel Forever ...... Amen......"

He finished his prayer and stood up.

Feel the pleasure coming from the mechanistic soul.

The Machine Soul still cheers for his piety today.

In the steel gears, there is a faint will from the spirit of all machines.

The will is great, it is divine, and it is merciful.

In the face of this will, Almunia felt his own humility and insignificance, and also understood his ignorance and stupidity.

It made him ashamed of himself.

"O great Soul of All Machines...... he said, "your devout believer, working for your immortal divine will......"

"Look......"

"How industrious and brave they are!"

He opened his arms, and the huge mechanical platform slowly rose up.

The casting world beneath the surface of the earth was unobstructed before his eyes.

Countless pipes criss-cross densely packed.

Countless servants, one after another, lined up, tubes extending from the back of their heads.

Under the influence of their brainpower, all the data of the casting world is being calculated.

More machine servants, in one workshop after another, operated a machine that was too bulky, and began to cast one part after another.

The red molten iron flowed out, and the huge forging hammer thumped one after another.

New battleships, which are being produced.

This is a brand new battleship built to carry out the divine command of the Spirit of All Machines.

It removes all unclean and desecrated carrier-based aircraft.

It also dismantled all the space torpedo tubes that displeased the Spirits.

And all this remaining space will be fitted with large, thick turrets.

When it is built and ascended to the starport, this brand new battleship will spew out more riveting fury.

It will have twelve main gun turrets and an array of sixteen secondary guns!

In an instant, you can tear apart all the enemies of the Spirit!

Let them be crushed in the wrath of steel and machinery!

It's just that......

Almunia closed her eyes.

He felt the sacred sound of steel and machinery.

Cracking sound......

Cracking sound......

The oracle of the great spirit of all machines, reverberates in steel and reverberates in machinery.

Almunia felt, savored.

This is a divine command!

It is also a guide for the pious!

He opened his eyes, and found no one who felt the will of the Spirit of All Machines as much as he did.

The Mechanical Bishop was ecstatic.

"O great soul of all machines......" he burst into tears: "Your mercy and forgiveness towards me have made me feel ashamed!" ”

"I will believe in you even more devout and steadfast!" He swore an oath.

The soul is even colder because of it!

This means that he is one step closer to the road of steel!

So, Almunia reverently knelt down and kissed the steel under his feet.

Because it is the holy land of the spirit of all machines!

In steel, the echo of machinery is clearer.

Cracking sound......

Cracking sound......

It was the Spirit of All Machines delivering the divine gospel to His devout followers.

A divine decree that only the most devout can feel!

Almunia felt it, and his e-cigarette began to be confused: "What exactly does the Spirit of All Machines want to say to me?" ”

Undoubtedly, this extremely rhythmic oracle must contain the will of the great spirit of all machines.

So, he closed his eyes, let go of all defenses, loosened all protection, and allowed his soul and mind to get closer and closer to the great spirit of all machines.

So, a sacred steel battleship appeared in his soul.

It's so sacred!

So much so that, at the first moment of seeing it, Almunia knew that this was a battleship of steel, a holy relic of machinery, a real multi-steaming riveting battleship!

Those sacred turrets, those pious armor, and loyal engines.

This is a real, great battleship that only machinery and steel can create!

"Praise the Spirit of All Machines!" Almunia was convinced to prostrate again.

In his brain, all the drawings about this great battleship were already stored.

This is the will of the spirit of all machines!

It's the holy thing he's about to cast!

So, the mechanical bishop stood up, and he pressed a button.

The whole casting world, all the workshops and engineering, rang the bell.

Then, the voice of the mechanical bishop began to appear in the electronic cochlear of every mechanical priest and servant.

"Great Spirit, and give me an oracle!"

"We're going to make a real mechanical artifact!"

He took the blueprints of the sacred battleship given to him by the Spirit of All Machines and directly through the mechanical circuit, and hit the screens of all the workshops.

All the mechanical priests, the moment they saw the appearance of this battleship, were impressed by it.

This is the real battleship!

This is the sacred relic, made of steel and machine!

See......

There are so many sacred turrets......

See......

The pious barrel is so thick!

See......

That loyal engine, is so fascinating!

Everyone felt that their veins were swelling and their souls were trembling.

This is the battleship they should have forged!

Once upon a time, the design and manufacture of the puppet emperor could be thrown into the trash!

And above these workshops and factories, the world on the surface.

The ecological template, which has just been launched, is in operation.

The poisonous gas in the atmosphere is being pumped out by huge air sacs.

Huge starships, dragging comets one after another, lined up outside the planet.

A huge robotic arm that smashes these comets to pieces.

Countless pieces of ice fell down in pieces.

Huge blocks of ice, piercing through the atmosphere, fell on barren land.

At high temperatures, they are quickly melted.

The water is slowly flowing again on the surface.

And countless machine servants, driving trucks, in this vast and barren world, eradicate those toxic substances that have been entangled with the surface for countless years.

Suddenly......

The servant seemed to sense something.

They raised their heads, and countless currents in the electronic eye sockets were flashing, and they, who had already had their frontal lobes removed, seemed to know and understand something.

"I ...... Be...... Who ......" even the servants can say simple words.

"I ...... Be...... Machine...... Servant ......"

"Servant of the Spirit of All Machines......

………………………………

Ling Ping'an stopped his finger on the codeword.

He stretched and leaned back in his chair.

Then, he looked at the word count on the document.

Well......

Two thousand words!

So, he whistled.

Looking up at the time, it was already half past six!

"Order a takeout!" Ling Ping'an said.

So, he took out his phone and ordered a beef rice bowl.

At the same time, he opened the letter.

Because when he just looked at his phone, he found that he seemed to have a lot of unread messages.

He clicked in and found that it was from his aunt.

It's full of photos, the sign she took while on vacation in the Ryukyus.

Sun, sand, sea......

And one after another, looking young and beautiful women.

Ling Ping'an looked at it and pouted, then shook his head again, and then left a message to his aunt: "Auntie, your photography skills have improved a lot!" ”

Want him to go on vacation?

There are no doors!

Then, he dropped his phone on the counter and began to wait for the delivery to arrive.