Xia Xiu silently maintained the fire of data burning in his hands, and this data flame was repairing [Mr. Brass]'s shattered mechanical body and the 'Soul Flame' within it.

The Mekhanites who believe in McCann believe that fire is the source of life and the soul of all mechanical creations, and the servants of the inquirement regard fire as a mysterious and holy element, and they associate it with mechanical religion and mechanical philosophy.

Seekers of the Machine God believe that every spark in the body of all machines is part of the essence of the [God of Brokenness].

On the physical plane, Tinder is a physical entity that is preserved in the body of a mechanical being.

If the Tinder is incurably damaged, it will be "extinguished" and returned to the arms of the Machine God (or to the Void Dragonwell on Mars). Once the fire is completely extinguished, the mechanical creature is considered dead.

Mechanical structures can withstand extremely severe physical damage. As long as the spark is intact, the damage can be repaired or the body can be rebuilt and the spark can be transferred to it.

Therefore, there is a poem that says:

"The primordial fire burns

Waves swell above the abyss

The original mover casts the truth

The evaporating mysteries—"

In addition to igniting the fire with [Tinder Source], the Mechanical Church also found another way to produce the most fire, that is, to worship the mechanical creations and praise the god of all machines in unison - the [Industrial Cathedral] was born because of this.

Puff~

Puff~

At this moment, the surface of the repaired [Mr. Brass] flickered wildly, and then, he suddenly opened his mechanical prosthetic eye, and when he opened his eyes, a large amount of data redundancy began to appear in his [Individual Identification System], and the fire that carried his own memory, personality, and soul began to have some kind of violent cognitive conflict.

His eyes were filled with a flood of data.

[A new type of spark source has been detected——]

[Start absorbing and repairing——]

【Warning! Warn! Warn! 】

[Unknown Entity Identification Source!! 】

【Contact Think Tank*&%**School·· Positive~】

【Puff~】

[Consciousness Center Instruction Begins to Change——]

McCann · False gods! 】

【God of Ten Thousand Machines··· Ohm · Messiah!!!! 】

Praise be to Ohm the Messiah! 】

When [Mr. Brass] thoroughly absorbed the fire provided by Xia Xiu, his perception completely changed.

He got up from the shelf, respectfully came to the blonde youth, knelt down as if he had seen a monarch, and then reverently stretched out his hands, while the blonde youth thoughtfully stretched out his right hand.

[Mr. Brass] held his supreme right hand, and the metal head gently approached the hand, touching the azure ring on the index finger of his right hand as if he were kissing a hand.

"They will praise you, the sun and the moon!

Shine the stars, and they will praise you!

Praise thee to the heavens and the waters of the heavens!

Praise the Great Ohm Messiah!! ”

When [Mr. Brass] chanted loudly, Xia Xiu could feel that some of the weak [Broken Flames] in his body seemed to become a little more vigorous, and moreover, the broken knowledge inside began to repair a part, and this repaired part of the knowledge began to pour into his mind.

Originally, the data flame in his body was like a matrix woven by tens of millions of codes and algorithms, writhing and twisting from time to time, forming a seemingly chaotic but regular existence, they rotated, collided, and fused in space, and they released subtle energy in communication, connecting each other and unlocking forgotten memories.

Countless knowledge and information are revealed from the communication between them, like a series of broken chapters, reassembled in the dark virtual space, hoping to find the fragments that are separated from each other and tell a complete story, but no matter how they collide and reorganize, the knowledge that emerges is chaotic.

And when the first mechanical prosthetic body surrendered to the [Ohm Messiah], the matrices in the body danced in space according to some mysterious law, with a serenity and purity that transcended the material world.

They attract, repel, merge, and split each other, like stars in the universe, moving according to some unknowable law.

Xia Xiu seemed to be able to hear the calls and responses between those tiny data cubes, weaving a kind of spiritual network in the void that could not be expressed in words, piecing together the lost fragments of knowledge.

【Spirituality: Small Mechanical Flame Grant】

This is a kind of knowledge that he has gained, a kind of authority and knowledge to use the fire.

And at this moment, Xia Xiu also understood the true conceptual authority represented by [Shattered Flame] - [Omniscience].

This matrix of tens of millions of codes and algorithms is a terrifying all-knowing machine, it is the [spark source], it is the interconnection network and processor nodes, and the other sparks are the resources that drive it.

If the range of believers is expanded by a hundredfold, thousandfold, and ten thousandfold ······, then the power of the [Shattering Flame] will be immeasurable.

"Things seem to be getting interesting, Eden." Xia Xiu said secretly in his heart. The corners of his mouth were now sketching a meaningful smile, and he seemed to understand a little bit of what Eden meant by letting himself lean on [Cogwheel Orthodoxy] all this time.

It's really funny, a while ago, as a lawyer, I was still tricking others to replace others, this is the rotation of feng shui.

"Get up, I need your help." Xia Xiu looked at [Mr. Brass], who had been prostrate in front of him, and said.

Hearing this, there was a rapid clicking sound from [Mr. Brass], followed by rhythmic, rapid music from him.

"Do not say that, may all chances rejoice in his Maker, and may the servants rejoice in their King, you are the God of all machines, and we are your people!"

Xia Xiu looked at the old brass body with great interest, and through the playback of music, he could actually feel the sincere fear from the brass body.

It seems that the emotional module of the consciousness center on the design of Brass Tinder is to express emotional perception through music, but his language module looks a bit old, with the tone of the civilization of the old city-state.

Or is it the tone of the mechanical creatures of [the city-state of Amoni]?

However, Xia Xiu knew that these ancient city-state mechanical creations were not easy to mess with, don't look at the other party's submissiveness to him now, it was because he was now the object of the other party's worship.

If it is replaced by someone else or flesh and blood, although the brass will not immediately punch hard, it will definitely not give the other party any good fruit to eat.

The followers of the Machine God, whether they are [Mechanics] or [Flesh Ascendants], do not have such a thing as [Asimov's Underlying Law] in their bodies, for them, any flesh and blood will be at the bottom of the chain of their contempt, and if they start a psychosis, then they will really have to go around in circles if they see it.

"I don't need you to pat me on the back, I just need you to work for me." As Xia Xiu spoke, he raised his hand and motioned for the other party to stand up and speak.

"Yes." [Mr. Brass] stood up, then stood respectfully beside the blond youth.

"Do you know this thing?" Xia Xiu raised the index finger of his right hand, and a handful of data fires appeared in his hand.

This data fire stored some cumbersome pheromones, and Xia Xiu directly bounced out this small number of data fires, and this block of flames shot into the skull of the brass body like a projectile.

[Mr. Brass] had a lot of images in his head, and soon, he sensed the content of the pheromones on it—the contents on it were the pheromones of the [God-given Colossus] that had been dried up by Damocles.

At this moment, the brass mechanical body played rapid music again, only this time the music sounded like an angry rock music, the other team's gear set seemed to turn into an electric guitar, the spokes turned into a bass guitar, and the hydraulic press inside was like a rhythmic drum set.

"Oh, Oh the Messiah is above!"

"What evil man damaged the god of the machine, the death of the great machine weeping in the ruins, the colossal body made of copper and zinc, with the traces of ancient wisdom and time, at this moment, silent in the embrace of cold iron and fire. The painful cracks carved into the muscles of the metal, shattered, stained with black malice, all glory and greatness are extinguished at this moment, reduced to a silent footnote in the long river of time.

The head was pierced, the torso was strangled, and sin and atrocities were committed. Write a cruel chapter on this humiliated body, great Ohm Messiah, you see this crime, your people wail in the darkness!

The blood of nickel and lead flowed, the sorrow coagulated, and beneath the broken iron bones of this temple ran through the pliable but deadly thorns, whose hatred twisted this infinite mechanical body?

O god of all machines, do you see a trace of sorrow in your eyes, do you see the tentacles of resentment twisting justice, and your people, the guardians of metal, look up at the chaotic night sky in grief? But who hears the murmur in the darkness, the roar and unyielding that pierce time in the wreckage, and in every wisp of cold metal, there is a thousand years of hatred and stubbornness!! ”

Listening to the rhythmic recitation and swearing, the corners of the blonde youth's eyes twitched.

He wondered if the other party's brain (machine soul) was crushed when the center of the earth collapsed, and now even if his body was repaired, his brain was not completely repaired.

Have you ever heard of a machine spirit that is so poetic?

Most of Terra's mechs aren't all belligerent, they're all like blood gods, so there's a heresy.

"Turn off your rock poetry reading, I'll ask you one thing, are you the restoration engineer of this colossus, just answer yes or no." Xia Xiu, who was accused of scolding Huai, said angrily to [Mr. Brass].

Puff~

Listening to the angry tone of the great god of all machines, [Mr. Brass]'s angry rock music immediately turned into mourning again, and he immediately replied:

"Yes!"

This [Mr. Brass] design mechanic is still quite fun, is this what the mechanical believers of the old city-state look like? I'm curious now if they usually have a symphony when they meet, or if they sing their own songs.

Xia Xiu couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"I need to hand over a project to you, and you will be responsible for the technical design and engineering planning of the project." Xia Xiu gave his first order to [Mr. Brass].

"Engineering?" [Mr. Brass] stopped playing the music, but the sound inside him didn't go away, and this time there was the sound of a bell in his body, and the bell shook in a daze.

This guy is really noisy.

Xia Xiu looked at the noisy [Mr. Brass] and stretched out his hand, and the new pheromone data flame bounced towards the other party.

Boom~

[Mr. Brass] only felt a crisp sound in his head, and then, a large number of engineering drawings, design plans, parameter reports, engineering materials and other related data poured into his mind, not caring about and pity him for this thousand-year-old machine.

【Puff~】

[Accepting a large number of data sources——]

[Start compression——]

[Start Analysis——]

[Holographic Sight Distance: On!] 】

In a dark yet secluded space, a brass machine lies in the midst of the infinite void. Its form swayed slightly, as if it were swaying in an invisible wind, even though it was in a place where there was no wind. Suddenly, a strange flame emerged from the unknown depths, made up of countless matrices of squares that swapped places with each other in flickering, weaving strings of complex codes and algorithms to weave a twisted, jumping dance of fire.

The mechanical body was catapulted into the flickering flames, and everything was silent. The flame seems to contain a peculiar power, conveying to it a series of data, drawings, and information in a non-verbal way – a communication that transcends physical boundaries. Engineering drawings, design schemes and data parameters that emerge out of thin air converge into a halo that shines in the "consciousness" of the machine, showing the blueprints and secrets of a giant automated crusher.

[Start Analysis——]

The automated body, precisely constructed from 75-80% copper, 15-20% zinc, and trace amounts of nickel, lead and iron, has an impressive height of 93 meters and a heavy weight of about 2,100 tons.

[Mr. Brass] "saw" its inner workings - a wheelhouse in which 160 different valves and levers were now silent in a broken posture; limbs, which used to be driven by a variety of complex systems such as pneumatics, hydraulics, and clockwork; A nuclear reactor hidden inside a sturdy torso once provided the massive body with almost infinite power - but they are now in ruins.

The unspoken message echoes in the mechanical "mind" that understands all of this—the writhing flame brings not only knowledge, but a call to mission.

In this sea of data, it translates the surge of data in its mind, calculating and planning for the upcoming restoration plan.

In this space, which has no time, Brass Machinery, with the determination that came out of nowhere, began to repair the huge broken body.

He swirls in a sea of data, searching for ways and engineering plans to repair his body, and begins to assemble spiritual armor for the upcoming challenges.

Every block of data, every piece of code, they rotate and exchange, constitute the key to solving the problem, and also constitute the flame of hope.

He is like an ancient craftsman, between the virtual and the real, weaving hope from nothingness and building the future with data.

Soon, he learned the name of the project, the Gospel Machine Project Prometheus.