It is a combination of countless gears of different sizes, large and small, and the gears fit closely together, one ring after another, and finally form a huge gear set.

It never runs, it hangs quietly in the air, silently.

Offstage, believers wore top hats and sat neatly.

On the stage, the light penetrated through the skylight and sprinkled all over the earth.

The holy woman stepped out of the dark depths of the room, stepped on the pale golden ground, and walked through the center of the pulpit, her white classical robe could not hide the curves of her graceful figure, and as soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of all the believers.

I saw a fresh face come to the chapel today, and it seemed that we had some new compatriots. She swept over the believers in the audience, saw a few unfamiliar faces inside, smiled on her face, and slowly walked off the stage to a man without a hat, Good day, this gentleman is the first time to come to us, right?

The saint's voice is sweet, crisp, and full of incredible affinity.

The young man she asked was a little nervous and replied, "Yes, yes."

What are you worried about?

My man seemed to be a little hesitant, but with the encouragement of the holy woman's eyes, he still said his thoughts, day after day, year after year, I had to get up and go to work before dawn, and I could only get off work and rest late at night, and every day there were sins that could not be atoned, and I didn't know where the money was spent in the end.

He stumbled at first, but became more fluent the more he got to it: I didn't know why I was alive, and seeing the accumulation of sins in the book of atonement, it seemed that I would never be able to wash away the sins from my body, and even if I was old, I would never be able to work for the atonement forever and ever

It couldn't be that I didn't matter that much, maybe like poor Mark, if one day he died suddenly, the Atonement would have immediately arranged for someone to fill the vacancy in the workplace. I can't figure out if it really makes sense to live like this. Or is it that our lives are a meaningless thing in itself?

He babbled a lot in one breath, and finally realized that he had said too much like a whin, and even said a lot of heresy that was not allowed to appear in the priests of the church, and hurriedly apologized to the saint in fear: I'm sorry, I may have said too much at once, and my thoughts may seem ridiculous to the saint, but this thought has been lingering in my head lately

You're right.

However, to his surprise, the saint did not refute his words.

Ay? What do you say, Your Majesty? The man even thought that there was something wrong with his ears.

The saint did not have the slightest impatience, and said unhurriedly: As you said, life is a meaningless thing.

Doesn't make sense? The man froze in place as if struck by lightning, digesting the meaning of this sentence in a daze, and after a long time he muttered to himself: Then why are we, why have I lived until today?

You are alive today only because you are not dead.

The words of the saint echoed in his ears, her voice was soft, but every word struck him like a hammer.

He subconsciously wanted to agree with this, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

If you agree, wouldn't it be a disguised admission that your life is worthless?

People will always have unrealistic expectations of themselves, thinking that they are born extraordinary, and that they must have meaning when they come to this world. She looked at men with compassion in her eyes, and the root of human suffering is often the unwillingness to admit that she is ordinary, unwilling to admit that life is meaningless, and unwilling to see the fact that she is just a cog

Stop it!

The saint completely broke through all the man's psychological defenses, he fell to the ground with his legs out of strength, hugged his head in pain and muttered: Then what should I do, how to live in the future

Why not admit it?

Admit that you were born ordinary.

Acknowledging that life is meaningless.

Admit that you are a cog.

The man looked up blankly and saw that the holy woman was slowly stretching out her hand, and the early morning light was shining through the skylight

Under the Dahl effect, she turned into a beam of light, gilding her with a pale golden glow, looking holy and noble.

Even a gear will be needed by others.

The whisper floated into his ears, but to the man's ears, it was tantamount to the sound of heaven, like a warm and warm sunshine, which lifted the haze that lingered in his heart and redeemed his heart that was gradually falling into the abyss.

The believers here used to suffer just like you, because they couldn't understand their own worth, because they didn't want to admit reality, but look at them now. The man suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the holy woman's finger, and saw faces full of happiness and satisfaction, and they all now found the value of their existence.

Looking at the believers who are full of happiness and contentment, the man's eyes show longing: Can I and I be like them?

Of course.

Cogwheel Orthodoxy exists to save people like you.

The saint rubbed the man's head lovingly: admit that she is a cog, join us; The power of a single gear may be weak, but if countless gears like you are combined and turned dutifully, they can produce great power.

Will I be needed too?

Well, society is a big, delicate machine, made up of cogs like you.

Can I live happily as they do?

Of course, after becoming a member of us, you don't have to think so much, you don't have to be afraid, if you encounter difficulties, other 'gears' will come to help you

The man sat on his knees and wept like a child, and the saint put her arms around his head like a mother, gently soothing him.

Laugh at!

The saint suddenly pointed like a knife, and the knife pierced the man's head like butter, and with a flip of the wrist, the skull of the latter was lifted with her bare hands, and the slender jade hand pulled out a ball of fresh pink brain from the cranial cavity, and the man's happy and intoxicated expression froze.

Blood splattered on her smiling beauty, seductive and terrifying.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is a necessary step to become a cog.

The saint's voice was still kind, caressing the brain in the palm of her hand, and her slender jade fingers crossed the furrows in the brain tissue, and immediately several clergy in long robes came forward with jars, took the brain from the saint's hand and began to carefully cut off the nerves and blood vessels on it.

Soon, the man's brain was pulled out in full view and placed in a jar filled with nutrient solution, and after one of the clergy went down with the jar, the remaining clergy began to close the skull with their hands and feet and began to sew the skin on the top of his head for him.

The saint asked: How do you feel now?

Even if the man who lost his brain was still alive, he blinked and hesitated for a long time before replying: I feel like my head is empty. Am I one of you?

Well, let's welcome a new future together.

This series of bloody and strange scenes startled those who had not joined the church, but were only interested in coming to see, and suddenly the room was full of screams, they wanted to escape, but they were immediately pressed back to their seats by the happy and satisfied believers next to them.

Next, it's your turn.

The saint's quiet and gentle smile at this moment seemed to them as terrifying as a demon's grin.

Screams of fear filled the long-abandoned building for a moment, and soon the screams turned into desperate whimpering and begging for mercy, and finally even the screams of pain gradually subsided, and the room returned to deathly peace.

It's a chilling scene no matter how many times you watch it.

Giovanni stood outside the abandoned building, but with the help of his tactical visor, he could see through the walls and watch the conversion of Cogwheel Orthodoxy from beginning to end.

Captain, the siege has been completed, and this is already the last *** point of the gear heresy. An armored knight stepped forward to report.

Giovanni nodded: it's time to put an end to this farce and go ahead with the original plan, sniping the Holy Maiden and uprooting the last stronghold.

be

！ The knight received the order, retreated and began to arrange the work.

At the same time, the prayers in the chapel are gradually coming to an end.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's a pleasure that we have several new partners today.

One by one, the jars containing the heads were carried away, and the few remaining people were converted into cogwheel Orthodox believers, and the horror and despair had faded from their faces, and now they were as happy and contented as the rest of the believers, looking at the cogs suspended above the chapel almost obsessively.

So let's move on to the final step, and now please join me in praying to our Lord and asking for His acceptance, let's

The saint raised her arms high, and her beautiful face showed an extremely fanatical expression.

Become a member of the Lord!

Kerra!

The glass shattered, and two demon-hunting crossbow arrows burst through the air, head-on to the throat and heart of the saint.

The saintess also noticed the attack coming at her, and her pupils constricted in surprise, but it was too late to dodge.

Holy Maiden beware!

In the flash of light, the believer beside the saint quickly knocked her to the side, and with two muffled sounds, the believer was shot by the demon hunting crossbow arrow instead of her and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

Inquisition! OPENTHEDOOR！

At the same time, the door shattered.

Heavily armed knights burst into the chapel.

Protect the Holy Maiden!

After the shocking change on the stage, the cogwheel believers also reacted, although they had lost their brains, the residual spinal cord reaction still made them start to act spontaneously, some of them used their shields to surround the saint to protect her from crossbow arrows, and others fearlessly rushed towards the armored knight, trying to buy time for the retreat of the saint.

How could an unarmed believer be able to defeat a heavily armed knight?

They couldn't even hold up a single face in front of the Judgment Knights, and it soon turned into a one-sided massacre.

Even the delay time could not be done, in just a dozen seconds, those cog believers who tried to delay the pace of the trial knight were as easy as being chopped and chopped vegetables, and the whole army was wiped out, but soon more believers bravely rushed forward to fill the void.

Fast! Rush up! Buy time for the departure of the Holy Maiden!

The Gearmen were not afraid of death, they pounced on the Knights of Judgment at any cost, they had long since lost their brains, they had given up the ability to weigh the pros and cons of their individuals, and now they had come to the same conclusion as a collective, as a whole.

Construct a wall of flesh and blood to buy even a few seconds for the Holy Maiden's evacuation.

Ladies and gentlemen

The saint watched with grief and indignation as the believers died tragically under the sword of the Judge Knight, but she was powerless to make a change, she could not even stop, she could only be surrounded and coerced by other believers to evacuate in the direction of the exit.

You can't escape.

An indifferent, deep voice rang out in front of them, and the cogriffs who staggered forward unconsciously stopped&ash;&ash; they were blocked in their way, and Giovanni and a team of Judgment Knights blocked the way to the exit.

The elite inquisitor stood at the front of the procession, stared at the Holy Maiden from afar, and immediately pronounced the verdict on the pagans: Today, none of you can escape, and the Inquisition will judge the false gods you believe in.

Do you have to kill them all? The saint glared angrily.

Giovanni didn't answer, just stared coldly at each other in response.

Is it that the saint almost crushed her silver teeth, and stared at Giovanni as well, you superior people who threw us into the neighborhood like garbage to fend for ourselves; Fabricate lies to clear our sins, and trick us into working day and night to pay for your extravagant life; The gang forces and criminal groups that you have cultivated behind you have made a mess of everyone's lives

You are high up and ignore us, and even happy to see us crawl on the ground like dogs and struggle to survive; And now that we have finally found a way to live easily, and finally have a chance to change and stand up, you are going to kill us

We

Something wrong!

Why are you reluctant to let us live! Why are you reluctant to make us change! Don't we have the right to happiness?

The saint's voice was hoarse, and her voice was as terrible as a cuckoo's cry of blood.

But Giovanni was unmoved: the revelation from heaven to me was: destroy heresies, and punish false gods.

More believers fell, and the Knights of Judgment behind had already dealt with the enemy at hand and were coming up to form an encirclement, gradually forming an encirclement.

The holy woman sighed, took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes: Everyone, stand up for my lord and our future at the end

Ignoring the approaching Knights of Judgment, she began chanting incantations aloud, radiating a transcendent aura around her and rapidly radiating in all directions.

Click, click, click&ash;&ash;

Along with her chanting, the cogwheel believers who fell to the ground also had a new change, and a dull sound of mechanical collision came from the believers, like a long-rusted machine emitting an overwhelmed wail.

The fatally wounded Gearbuddhists staggered up from the ground, let out a hoarse roar from their throats, the flesh and skin bulged, burst, and exploded, and a stream of high-temperature and high-pressure steam burst out, directly hitting the unsuspecting Knight of Judgment, and many people fell as a result, causing a heart-rending howl.

Protect the Holy Maiden!

The same mutation occurred in the cogwheel cultists who gathered around the Holy Maiden, their flesh and skin swelled, and their whole body swelled in a large circle like a transformed Hulk, turning into muscular macho men fighting against the Knights of Judgment led by Giovanni.

After these gear believers became masculine, not only did their strength and speed obviously exceed the limit of normal people, but their resistance to swords was also strengthened a lot, coupled with their fighting style that was not afraid of death, they faintly suppressed the offensive of the Judgment Knight for a while.

This is?

Giovanni slashed the macho gears at the waist, and the sword felt like cutting flesh and blood, and then when he saw the structure of the gears that were united with the flesh and blood, and the blasphemous aura that faintly emanated from it, he immediately understood the key and reminded in a loud voice.

Stop her! She's trying to get the heretic gods to come!

Whoosh!

Several demon-hunting bolts burst through the air from several tricky angles, only to be blocked by the cogwheel cultists surrounding the saint.

Finally, the saint finished the last incantation.

Subsequently.

The huge gear set suspended in the chapel moved.

Even if we are slaughtered, we are still inseparable The chant of the collective saints finally ended, with a twisted and crazy smile, you butchers slaughtered us completely, persecuted our followers again and again, and finally let our gods come down!

The gear set slowly turned, as if a sleeping beast was awakening.

Click, click, click.

The converging of the beliefs of all beings, which is ultimately shaped by cognition, is deeply imprinted in the sea of the collective unconscious

A deity born of faith.

Coming to this world!

In this way, more gears can be saved!

The saint raised her arms high, as if embracing the gear set suspended in the sky, and as if welcoming the arrival of the gods.

Giovanni's face changed dramatically: all the staff concentrated on the maximum firepower! Shoot down the evil gods!

For a moment, countless blades of light, grenades, miracles, and demon-hunting crossbow arrows all fell on the god of gears, causing a deafening explosion and dispersed smoke and dust.

But in the next second, a high-pressure steam erupted and sliced through the smoke screen, sweeping through several Knights of Judgment, slicing in two along with the wall behind them.

Die! Lackeys of the Church!

The voice of the saint came faintly, and several high-pressure steam swept out of the smoke screen like lasers, tearing apart the smoke that was constantly diffuse, and also cutting the main body of the entire building into pieces.

The house collapsed and was in shambles.

The god of gears hovers in the air, countless chimeric gears rotating endlessly, as if from the beginning of creation

It is so, and it will not change.

The Knights of Judgment have also been killed and wounded.

Now, I'm going to help the other cogs, standing in the shadow of the god of gears, surrounded by cogwheel believers who are still intact, my lord has come to this world, and we are waiting to turn this place into his earthly kingdom, so that cogs can find their worth

Let everyone find their own place!

The god of gears is slowly rising into the air, and the figure of the saint and her followers is gradually rising.

Giovanni could only watch them leave, and in the state of the evil god, mortals had little room to make a move.

And yet at this moment.

God, cracked.

Giant pupils emerged from the cracks, like an eye slowly opening, and like a god on the clouds, casting his gaze from above, looking down on the small existence of the god of gears on the earth.

A strong palpitation swept over the holy woman, and she looked up as if she realized it, just in time to meet the eyes of the pupil of heaven.

He saw me

Such thoughts rose uncontrollably from the bottom of her heart, and then she saw the black and shiny tentacles of asphalt stretching out from the pupils of the sky, writhing towards the god of gears.

The newborn god of gears also seemed to feel the crisis, the gears continued to rotate and change their forms and sprayed high-pressure steam one after another, but to no avail, cutting off a batch of tentacles, and soon more tentacles would be entwined, and soon, the entire sky was shrouded in a black curtain composed of intertwined tentacles.

The saint watched in horror as the God of Gears was grabbed and entwined by countless slender black tentacles, and he struggled with high-pressure steam to shoot out continuously, cutting off batch after batch of tentacles, but soon more black tentacles would attack, and soon the black tentacles would be gone, like broken porcelain, and the God of Gears was dismantled into several broken components, and then dragged into the spatial rift.

Finally there was no more sound.

The saints and the believers who were slowly ascending also fell to the ground.

No matter how much they prayed, they never received a reply from the gods.

What did you do! What the hell did you do! The saint screamed hysterically and got up from the ground, and was about to pounce on Giovanni, who also drew his knightly sword again.

In a flash of the sword, Giovanni had already staggered past the saint.

Swish!

Giovanni stood proudly, shaking off the remaining blood from his sword.

I just want to give them a place to stay, why do you want to kill them all?

The saint's eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment, and a circle of blood appeared on her white jade-like neck, the head fell to the ground, and the corpse fell.

A sword owl head, crisp and neat.

Giovanni turned to look at the decapitated corpse on the ground, and finally ripped off his cloak and put it over the corpse.

May the Lord guide lost souls to peace

Crown District.

The silt surged and covered the bronze gear set, stretching and contracting like a fetal movement, and from time to time it swept out high-pressure steam to cut through the silt, but soon the black mud surging around it would cover it again.

This kind of picture can't help but think of predation or devouring.

Soon, the gear set stopped turning and sank silently into the mud; After a long time, the mud on the ground also returned to calm, still covering the ground in a thin layer, as if it had never swallowed such a behemoth as a gear set.

It's just that the mud that clings to the white-haired girl's jade feet rolls and spreads upwards for a few points.