Hilly area, deep valley quarry.

The janitor "slept" again, and was carried off into the distance by two members of the "Heart of the Machine".

Dressed in a white priest's robe and wearing a clergyman's floppy hat. Haydn stared at the open door of the cavern, his kind and gentle face slightly clouded.

After the Church of the God of Steam and Machines lost all of its dioceses in the Kingdom of Rune, the former Archbishop of Beckland, a member of the Pre-Divine Council, returned to his headquarters in Intis and has been traveling from place to place as a firefighter for several years, dealing with all kinds of serious and extraordinary events.

He knew better than most of the clergy of the "God of Steam and Machines" church that the world seemed to remain calm, but in fact it had festered in many places, problems continued, and hidden dangers hidden in the darkness abounded, and various orthodox churches and government organizations could only barely maintain it.

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Horamik retracted his thoughts, sighed silently, and said to the "Mechanical Heart" deacon beside him, "Act, God will bless us."

"Steam is on top!"

As he spoke, he drew a triangular emblem on his chest.

As the burly Deacon of the "Heart of the Machine" gave the order to clean up, some of the members carried iron-black barrel-like objects, some took up weapons that looked like steam guns but had no backpacks and golden chains, and some took out scrolls made of leather, charms made of different metals, and some aimed rings and canes in front of them.

Thundered!

The golden fireball of miniature suns flew out of the barrel of the cannon first, landing in the middle of the hollow of the quarry.

It was followed by "cannonballs" of different colors and "bullets" of different shapes, so the rising light and scattered waves cleared the entire valley quarry over and over again, but kept the cave structure stable, and only produced a slight collapse.

After several rounds of cleaning, the secret cave in the quarry was directly blasted open, showing the appearance of the interior.

Horamik's eyes lit up with a dark red glow that did not belong to humans, and he could clearly see that the white mist that filled the cave had almost completely dispersed, and the rock walls on both sides were inlaid with arms and thighs that belonged to humans.

The archbishop stepped forward, leading two teams of "Hearts of the Machines" through the quarry to the secret cave.

As he entered, he looked back and looked out at the Deep Valley Monastery, which was not too far away.

There's Archbishop Trier there with a seal to watch.

Horamik 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 experiment.

At the behest of the deacon, the members of the "Heart of Machinery" began a new round of cleanup, until the arms, legs, feet, and machinery were all reduced to ashes or shards, and then they went deep into the secret cavern and down the tunnel.

After a few repetitions of this process, Horamik, wearing clerical floppy hats and gray-haired hair, and the members of the "Heart of the Machine" arrived in a large laboratory-like hall.

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Here, the human arm and the machine combine to grasp the parts of the cabinets, sinks, long tables, and iron boxes along the tracks on the ceiling, and send them to the fire in the deepest part of the hall.

In that place, there were several human corpses piled up, and there stood a human who was composed of machines from top to bottom.

"He" is more than three meters tall, with one prosthetic eye like an emerald and the other like a ruby, both supported by a large number of parts. The temples are covered with a special transparent material, and you can see the gray-white brain wriggling inside.

The mechanical giant looked at Horamik and the others scattered at the entrance of the hall, and let out a metallic laugh:

"Isn't it surprising? I don't need steam to power it, and I don't need a human body to drive it, I can do anything, including combat, but unfortunately, I don't have enough sequences to replace my brain.

"Seeing this, you don't need to doubt anymore, do you? We are God's favorite, we listen to God's true teachings, and you are all eroded by worldly prosperity and pleasures, and far from the throne of God!"

Horamic glanced left and right, and saw that the members of the "Mechanical Heart" present were extremely vigilant, did not waver, and nodded in satisfaction.

He turned to look at the mechanical giant, and there was no obvious change in expression on his kind face, "It's a 'spirit gem', right?"

"Using humans to refine 'spiritual gems' is much more cruel and wasteful than using steam to drive them.

"Claude, I thought you were just lost for a while, and you will slowly wake up when you arrive at the Deep Valley Monastery, but I didn't expect that you have become a heretic!"

"Heresy?" The mechanical giant laughed, "You're heretics! How long has it been since you've received an oracle?"

"All the time." Horamik replied calmly, "Claude, tell me, where is the 'hostel'?" Are you cooperating with those evil gods in their plot against that Trill of the Fourth Age?"

Claude, who had become a mechanical giant, had red and green eyes shining with red and green light respectively, and solemnly said, "You have turned away from the teachings of God, and you no longer have the spirit of sacrifice."

"The future of this world, the chance for God to ascend to the supreme level, is in that Trier in the Fourth Age, the sooner it is opened, the greater the hope!"

Without waiting for Horamic to respond, the mechanical giant said in a cold voice, "I'll let you see who is a heretic and who is a follower of God!"

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As soon as he finished speaking, the light in the two prosthetic eyes exploded, and the entire hall was full of roars, and the movement of machinery echoed with a mysterious feeling.

In the blink of an eye, the members of the "Heart of the Machines", who were about to be covered by firepower, saw a projection-like picture scroll depicting the situation of human beings emerging from ignorance, growing step by step, and establishing different civilizations at different stages.

These scrolls are both illusory and heavy, both thin and magnificent, and Horamik and others seem to be incarnated as human beings in them, feeling the thickness and splendor of civilization.

It was at this time that a face appeared "outside the picture scroll".

"He" was wearing a high crown, his nostrils were rotten to the point that only two black holes remained, and his eyes were superimposed countless star maps, and he was staring greedily at Horamik and the others, staring at the civilization they were in.

Silently, more faces were pasted to the surface of the scroll, some of them had their heads cut in half by a ruler, some were pasted with yellow paper painted with strange runes, some were overgrown with ears of wheat and rice, and some were barely formed into human forms by purely different symbols.

These faces were even bigger than Horamik and the others combined, and they stared at the scene inside through the scroll.

The members of the "Mechanical Heart" seen by these faces felt terrified from the bottom of their hearts, as if the entire civilization would be destroyed.

When they were about to spiral out of control, the faces disappeared eerily as they did when they appeared.

Horamik's vision returned to normal, and the mechanical giant Claude and the frantic hall came into his eyes again.

The archbishop did not waver, but there was a little more anger in his voice: "Heresy!"

As the voice echoed, he folded his left wrist with his right palm, revealing a cold, heavy metal tube.

The sound of gears clashing erupted, and the light of day lit up like daylight, enveloping the entire hall.

The members of the "Heart of the Machines" also attacked.

Thundered!

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There was a noticeable shaking in the deep valley quarry, as if it had been hit by a short, violent earthquake.

...........

Underground Trier, outside the stone gate where the charcoal burner disappeared.

Balls of crimson fireball suspended in midair, illuminating the dark tunnel.

Dressed in a linen shirt, brown jacket and dark trousers, and a pair of black leather boots, Daniz "Blaze" looked at the stone gate not far away with one hand in his pocket.

With burnt yellow hair and eyebrows, he had a weed in his mouth, and his dark blue but bright eyes glanced left and right.

Nearly twenty men dressed as sailors silently scattered around the surrounding area, some turning daggers, some wiping the barrels of revolvers, some moving their necks ....

One of the smiling brown-haired sailors broke the silence and said to Daniz "Blaze", "Captain, why should we help the Intis government hunt down the Charcoalers, or is it free?"

Daniz glanced at him, spit out the weeds in his mouth, and cursed in a low voice, "Shit, do you want to watch Trier destroy?"

"Are you still Intis?"

He said as he swung his fist at the stone door.

Don't these bastards know that their captain has a lot of properties in Trier?

On the surface of Daniz's fist, the blazing white flames gathered more and more with the forward swing, and finally turned into a fireball that emitted a destructive aura.

Bang!

The earthquake shook and the stone door was torn apart.

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Jane fell lightly in the darkness that seemed to have no bottom, scratched by the rubble, but not materially harmed.

After falling like this for an unknown amount of time, her feet finally stepped on solid ground.

A building was reflected in her beautiful blue eyes:

It was a slightly skewed beige house, with the bottom three floors distinctly Russell-period, with extensive use of columns, arches, and large windows, while the top two floors were so rudimentary that they seemed to have been added temporarily.

This is...... Jaina was visibly stunned.

The building in front of her was familiar to her.

That's the Golden Rooster Hotel!

At this moment, there are still lights in many rooms of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and Jane Na saw a man and a woman hugging each other and looking out behind a glass window on the third floor.

The man wore black-rimmed glasses, and his brown hair was neatly combed, while the woman wore a long blue skirt with a plump face and a peculiar sense of ephemerality in her brown eyes.

Plop, plop, Jana's heart pounded.

She hadn't really met the woman, but she knew the man: it was Gabriel, the vanishing playwright!