Ling Ping'an stood at the door, looking at the guest, flashlight, and slowly walked towards the distant fog.

Soon, she disappeared from her sight.

"Speaking of which, this guest seems to have a story...... Ling Ping'an thought.

Her pointy ears, her outfit......

All prove that this Yin Shang sister has her own story.

But what......

The other party is reluctant to say, and Ling Ping will not ask.

Respect for others is a very basic quality.

Closing the door and pulling the roller shutter down, Ling Ping'an looked at the kitten that emerged from behind the counter and touched the little guy's head: "Little girl, sleep, get up early tomorrow to work!" ”

Yes, he has to upload the new book as soon as possible and then put it on the shelves to earn manuscript fees.

In October, my aunt came back, and the hole had to be filled!

So, he put the kitten on the towel at the door.

Then he turned off the lights and walked upstairs humming a song.

Crunch, old staircase rickety.

"In the blue sky of the Milky Way...... There's a little white boat......" came the humming of the young bookstore owner.

In the dark bookstore, countless terrifying eyes opened one after another.

"There is an osmanthus tree on board...... White Rabbit is playing ......"

Countless tentacles, flying all over the sky, endless terrifying aura, wanton rendering.

The entire bookstore, in an instant, turned into the most terrifying, dangerous and terrifying hell in all the worlds!

The ultimate demons in countless civilizations and world legends, and the terrible murderous creatures that destroy the world, are in existence one after another.

They waved wildly, and fell into the ultimate intoxication of their master's song.

It's as if that song is the trumpet of the end of the world!

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Flashlight on hand.

Sylvanas looked at it, this miraculous creation.

She didn't understand how this thing was glowing.

However, she knew that without this thing, I was afraid that she would not be able to move an inch in this fog.

Moreover, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out at all!

Keep moving forward, go forward.

Suddenly, a little flame appeared in front of me.

A faint blue flame surrounded her.

And so, sunlight appeared ahead.

Sylvanas took a step forward and appeared in the sunlight.

The sun shone warmly on her, and the mist of the morning sun surrounded the mountains and forests.

Here it is......

Sylvanas was all too familiar with the place.

"Eternal Song Forest!"

This is where she grew up!

It's also where she plays!

It's the place where she fights!

Every mountain and valley here is very familiar to her!

The "Child of the Sun" in his hand automatically opened in the sunlight, and countless words and symbols jumped out of the book, interweaving a magnificent picture in front of Sylvanas's eyes.

This is the primer of the Children of the Sun.

Breathe the sun and master the basics of the power of the sun.

Name: The Sacrifice of the Sun!

It is the most perfect and efficient basic method finally determined by the children of the sun on their home planet after countless years of exploration and summarization.

It is also the most efficient Sun Power cultivation technique.

looked at the pictures in front of me, and listened to the murmurs ringing in my ears.

Sylvanas looked up, she looked up at the sun, the rising morning light.

Legs together and straight, arms straight, symmetrically pointing diagonally upwards at the shoulders, fingers together into palms, palms facing outwards, fingertips pointing diagonally above the sky.

She whispered softly to the whisper in her ear, "Praise the sun!" ”

Countless words immediately turned into a warm current and soaked into her body.

Magnificent lines appear in the pores of her skin.

Knock knock!

The heart beat slowly, and gradually, it turned into a golden heart!

The Children of the Sun, with their last power, will directly lead Sylvanas to the path of the sun!

She became a child of the sun directly!

The sun fell on her, casting a faint golden glow on her body.

Sylvanas took a deep breath, the sunlight swallowed into her body like a breath.

This saved her at least a year of cultivation!

Sylvanas reached out lightly and held a ray of sunlight.

Then hold more.

The sunlight was wrapped in her hands like a golden thread, like life.

"Sun Sacred Seal!" She said softly.

These golden threads flew to her forehead, and in Quildore's forehead, a shallow mark was imprinted.

It was a flame that seemed to burn for eternity!

At this point, she truly became a child of the sun.

A warrior who breathes the light and heat of the sun, and gives vent to his terrible power on every enemy of the child of the sun!

"Scourge!" The newborn child of the sun leaps into the crown of an ancient tree.

Bathed in the sun, she was covered in light.

"The eternal sun bless me!" She leapt forward, galloping in the direction of Silvermoon City.

Although I don't know, how long I left.

But Sylvanas understands that her people and compatriots are waiting for her!

The Ranger General will not abandon her compatriots as long as she is alive!

Even if it's dead!

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After taking a shower, Ling Ping'an turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

For some reason, he hummed the song as if he was fascinated.

"In the blue sky of the Milky Way...... There is a small white boat......"

In the midst of the song, he slowly fell asleep.

And even in a dream, the song still seems to be humming.

"There is an osmanthus tree on the boat, and the white rabbit is playing......"

In the humming in the dream, Ling Ping felt more and more that it was necessary for him to recompose the song.

So, he saw himself and appeared on a magnificent and sacred stage.

Countless enthusiastic audiences in the audience are waiting for this grand performance.

It's just that they can't see their appearance clearly at all.

And by Ling Ping'an's side, many musicians were also watching him.

It seems that in this dream, he is the soul of the whole band.

"Hmm......" Ling Ping'an looked at this dream, feeling a little at a loss.

But......

Countless sincere eyes are looking forward to it.

Countless musicians are waiting.

They were all looking forward to a great gorgeous show.

are also waiting, an unparalleled auditory feast.

This made Ling Ping'an a little embarrassed.

He looked in front of him.

It was a strange, weird big drum.

Looking at this big drum, Ling Ping'an suddenly had countless inspirations.

Boom!

He patted it gently.

The band immediately began to play.

It was a wilderness song that could not be described in words or words.

The piercing sound of the flute, piercing everything.

The shrill sound of the flute almost tore through the eardrums.

A piano that was completely disorganized, like thunder.

Countless dancers, dancing in a way that is completely incomprehensible.

But the audience screamed like crazy.

It seems that this great gorgeous ball has begun.

They are all immersed in it.

Even the spirit of peace was infected by this atmosphere.

He realized that he didn't need to know much about music theory.

He casually beat the drum, and the audience was very happy.

It's a bit like traffic, even if it's out of tune, even if it's embarrassing, fans will pay for it, they will be intoxicated, and they will applaud one after another.

Brother is awesome!

The geese are amazing!

My brother's music is unbeatable!

This makes Ling Ping really comfortable.

"It seems...... Although I usually hate traffic......" he had to admit: "but...... If I become a traffic ...... I'll be happy too! ”

If you think about it, it seems that people are like this.

A lot of things, watching by myself, always complaining and disgusting.

But once he became the hero of that story.

So......

It smells so good!

Although understand that it is just a dream!

But he's starting to get involved.

Who doesn't want to be the center of attention that everyone is looking forward to and so on?

Who doesn't want to be adored and trusted by countless people?

Now, stand on the stage of dreams.

In the spotlight.

Feel the enthusiasm of the countless audiences in the audience.

Ling Ping'an became excited.

He was clapping that drum at will!

Bang bang bang!

The audience in the audience was like crazy, and the piercing screams and tsunami screams continued!

The band on stage is even more completely crazy.

The flute sounded for a long time, the flute sounded high-pitched, and the piano sounded wildly!

Encouraged by this, Ling Ping grew more and more confident.

He beats the drums, like a real artist, and throws himself into it.

Although, in fact, his drum beating is completely blind.

Rhythm?

Tune?

No, you don't!

You just need to shoot casually and beat as much as you want.

The audience's demands are really low!

As long as he beats the drum, he is satisfied with the sound of the drum.

As for the rest? It doesn't matter at all!

This made Ling Ping'an really happy.

He was thoroughly immersed in it.

Knock and knock, and he began to sing.

"In the blue sky of the Milky Way...... There was a little white boat ......" with him humming.

The drums began to have a rhythm and rhyme.

It's still messy, but at least there's a basic rhythm.

This caused the audience and the rest of the band to fall into a complete frenzy.

The feeling of peace is like a news picture that I have seen before.

Avid fans, watching the traffic on stage.

The flow took out a lipstick from his pocket, then smeared his lips seductively, and then threw it at the fans in the audience.

Fans are crazy!

"Brother! Brother! ”

"Moth...... Moth! ”

They screamed and shouted wildly.

This moment was even crazier than the moment Ling Ping'an had ever seen.

At the sound of his humming, the audience went completely crazy.

The band on stage was even more in a hysterical frenzy.

They play their instruments tirelessly and frantically.

The piercing sound of the flute, mixed with the sound of the flute tearing the eardrum, entered a state of seemingly eternal performance in the completely disordered sound of the piano.

Countless lights, focused on the stage.

Ling Ping'an beat the drum excitedly.

At this moment, he felt that he was the world, and the world was himself!

It feels amazing!

"Perhaps...... I have the potential to become a super traffic! The young bookstore owner thought triumphantly in his dream.

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Knock knock!

From the steel altar, the sound of sacred drums sounded.

The will of the spirit of all machines surrounds this sacred altar.

Great divine joy resounded on this holy altar.

In this great divine bliss, every mechanical citizen, a believer in steel, felt the carnival of nanocells in his body.

Countless mechanical organs are intoxicated.

Kneeling in front of the altar, countless mechanical mantras emerged from the body of the steel nun Elizabeth.

The mechanical scripture in her hand radiated an endless amount of light.

This light covered the sky and the sun, reaching into the sky.

Even the sky that had been obscured by the power of the evil gods could no longer be obscured.

The great will of the spirit of all machines has violently torn everything apart!

The sacred sound of steel, reverberates in the sky, on the earth, around every corner.

In this great divine sound.

Elizabeth understood, the oracle of the spirit of all machines.

So, she stood up.

The will of steel, rendered in this holy mechanical nun, the holy steel bhikshuni.

She turned, and the great power of immortal steel emerged from her divine body.

A pair of divine wings imbued with mechanical beauty and the power of steel spread out from behind her, and the holy steel feathers were surrounded by the blessings of the spirit of all machines.

This blessing is so holy!

So much so that every mechanical citizen, a believer in steel, felt a wave of admiration from the deepest part of every nanocell and mechanical organ of the body.

This is their Savior!

The Great Spirit of All Machines is the agent of mortal earth!

The immortal Great Iron Angel!

Saint. Elizabeth!

It's a decision from all machines!

"What are the expectations of the Spirits of All Machines?" In the Voice of Steel, Elizabeth asks each of her people, the Lambs of the Spirit.

"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!" The believers replied in unison, their voices full of strength and firmness.

"What are the teachings of the Spirit of All Machines?" The wings of steel behind Elizabeth were completely open, and a Gatling cannon appeared on her wings.

Steel favored her.

Saint. Elizabeth!

"Face everything with absolute materialism, absolute reason!"

"How should we repay the Spirits of All Machines?" On Elizabeth's body, layers of steel armor appeared.

This makes her a giant mechanical titan.

She looked down at everyone coldly.

"Let's fight and die!" The believers shouted before this miracle: "For the spirit of all machines!" ”

In the sacred steel altar, one mechanical guard after another crawled out.

Elizabeth's wings of steel began to vibrate.

She drew a massive blade of steel.

"Then let's fight!"

"For the Spirit of All Machines!"

"From today onwards, we will have an endless battle with the evil gods!"

"Until they are exterminated and expelled from our world!"

"Because they dare to blaspheme the great Spirit of All Machines!"

"I promise you ......"

The Iron Angel spoke aloud, her holy voice, echoing through the cochlear implants of every believer, echoing through their quantum masters.

"Every warrior who fights for the Spirit of All Machines will get the honor he deserves!"

"And everyone who fears on the battlefield, even betrays, will be swallowed up by the wrath of machinery and steel!"

With her vows, an endless array of mantras emerged on the sacred altar of steel.

The will of machinery and steel, there is no doubt about it!

Fight for the Spirit of All Machines!

As a result, the entire North American continent, countless steel people, have understood the true meaning of machinery and steel.

At this time, each of them knelt down and began to pray.

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine ......"

Divine prayers, piercing the sky.

An endless iron will, enveloping the whole world.

In the chorus of millions of people praying.

The divine power begins to resonate.

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Countless poisonous gases filled the entire atmosphere.

Countless steel buildings stand on the surface.

The sea here has been evaporated.

Rivers and lakes have long since dried up.

This is the Foundry World Griffin Five.

A foundry world rebuilt from the defeat of Griffin IV by the mechanical priests who fled in this barren galaxy.

It is also a world of casting that has lost touch with the empire and has been more than thousands of years.

But they're still here.

The mechanical priests, with their iron will, hold on here.

To forge the world, and for Omnisaiah.

Beneath the surface, a steel pipeline, staggered.

The servants shuttled through it.

In the deepest part of the earth, in the core.

The Mechanical Bishop stands on a steel platform, overlooking everything in the entire Foundry World.

Now, it's prayer time!

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine ......"

All the members of the Cult of the Mechanicus are chanting religiously.

Including Bishop Almunia.

This is a routine prayer.

The huge gears are slowly turning, and the huge forging hammer is constantly pounding.

The reddish molten iron flows through every pipe.

The Mechanical Bishop prayed and watched everything.

Today's machine spirit is still the same.

Suddenly......

The whole casting world seems to be starting to shake.

Huge gears, turning at unprecedented speeds.

The red molten iron is carnival in the boiling!

The huge hammers were beating everything frantically at an unprecedented speed.

The efficiency of the entire casting world has reached an unprecedented level at this moment!

The mechanical bishop Almunia looked up.

His electronic pupils, seeing all the devices, cheered.

There was also a frenzy in the eyes of the servants.

These servants, who had lost their ability to think, suddenly began to pray in a neat manner.

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine ......"

All the machinery of the whole casting world roared at the same time: "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine ......"

In the midst of all the steel, the sound of sacred steel came out.

Knock knock knock......

That's the spirit of all machines talking!

Knock knock knock......

That is the will of the great Omnisaiah!

Almuniya knelt down reverently.

All the mechanical priests knelt down religiously.

They kissed the earth of steel.

"Praise be to the God of Machines!" They worship religiously.

Joy of the Soul!

For their loyalty, and for their wisdom!

And so, the will of steel came.

"I am the spirit of all machines......

"Immortality in steel and machinery!"

"I also steam and rivet just ......"

"More is good, big is beautiful......"

"I have no Gatling Bodhisattva, the Savior of Great Mercy!"

Steel is singing in Sanskrit, and machinery is singing.

The will of the great spirit of all machines fills every inch of space!