The news of the victory spread throughout Panlan, but the people of this world still only worked in the factory forever, the roaring engines and the gear boys who were constantly working seemed to care about their own safety.

They use the Empire's transport plates to traverse the jumble of giant industrial furnaces or even more terrifying things, and their arms are constantly carrying the Empire's most precious things up and down.

The priests, aided by scriptures and texts, sang and praised all year round, as if no one cared about the Imperial Guard's farewell, and no one knew how far the world and the Empire were drifting away.

But in this world, there are people who have nothing but the numb, the wretched, and the people who have sparkle in their eyes, who work here, who directs those who will not stop, the gears turn, the furnaces roar, the production of pure gold and pottery steel, but the long hours of work are still tiring even for his mechanical body.

As a mechanical sage, he needs to constantly sing praises to the god of all machines for his great achievements and loyalty, so that his power can make the machine soul active and happy, this is not his job to do, but in order for the human children he raised to grow up in a social environment, he took the initiative to withdraw from the better arrangements given to him by the higher management of the mechanical religion.

But he still wondered how those factories were still at full fire at the moment, and the output during this period of time even far exceeded the level of secondary taxes, he muttered. "Isn't the war over?"

The sage had been rescued by the Skadis several times, and the Imperial Guard's farewells had made him a little depressed, and he wanted to ask the mortals why the Mechonist hierarchy was so restless, and while his mind was still churning, the bell roared and reverberated through the nest, and after the time that meant to be the end of the work, he forgot most of his responsibilities and walked to his break room as soon as possible.

It was the only room for the mechanical sages, and it was extremely difficult to have a place where he could rest in the capital where every inch of land was valuable, and even here, this less than 50 square meters was filled with all kinds of personal equipment of his colleagues.

After he had bypassed many obstacles, messy pipes or cables, he pulled out a bag of carefully stuffed things in the machinery and workbench.

His companions, colleagues to be exact, another sage of technology who had been machine-cast, had mastered the foundry at the same time, and were constantly importing supplies to other worlds.

The sage's monitor of 600 million simulated optic nerves skimmed the thing. "Chocolate?" He chewed on the word.

"Hasn't your taste system been removed yet?"

The mechanical sage gripped the chocolate and replied. "It's for my daughter."

"Daughter? Oh, that little flesh, the recruitment of data craftsmen has been launched during this time, don't let this matter affect your future, I don't know when there will be a large-scale vacancy in the cathar army next time. ”

The "well-intentioned" exhortation of his colleague, but for the sage who had regained his humanity, such words did not matter.

"So what, I hope there will never be a war, after work, I'll go back." Somewhat unhappy, he picked up his things and began to move forward.

His colleague replied. "Are you sure? The Governor of the Foundry has asked us to work overtime during this time in order to conduct new internal trials, and we will miss the opportunity with knowledge. ”

But the sage only answered. "I don't care."

As he stepped out of the heavy airtight gate, he also thought, and he also knew that his colleague's admonition was not wrong, he knew very well that it was not good to be addicted to emotions as a member of the Mechanic Sect, but he also understood that if he wanted to give Arya a good life, he had to pick up those things, and he could wait, just twenty years.

But at this moment, the streets of Chaodu seem unusually quiet, it is obviously the time to get off work, but most of the people are still working overtime, and the rough alloy walls of the streets are not only filthy and oily, but also with holy kraft paper plastered all over the streets and alleys.

What they were preparing, what they were waiting for, what war they were going to fight, he didn't know, he could only hold his chocolate in confusion.

In the midst of a storm, what about a mechanical sage? If it weren't for the honor and success of his mentor, wouldn't he have to be like those ordinary priests who use his own throat to mutter those complicated words all the time?

He could only walk on the road, swaying his body that he had changed countless times during this time, and there were many mechanical prosthetics of the Imperial Guard, and he was somewhat sorry for the fact that he had taken the bodies of the loyal members of the Imperial Guard, but before he could repay those people, things had come to this point, they came suddenly, and they went quickly, and for the Mechanics, just one year seemed to have flashed by.

He could only shift his apologies to the mortal he had saved in the war, but...

Suddenly, the noise of the streets caught his attention, under the red robes and the unique shape of the Alpha Servant of the Mechon, the Ranger was fighting someone, this was the first nest of the Mechon, the core of the forged world that the Red Pirates had not invaded, but the Sage had just retreated from the battlefield, and he instantly almost instinctively hid in the bunker.

He could see the smoke of war rising from his house in the distance, and he could sense that something was wrong, the last time the Red Pirates had invaded.

The Mechanical's Magnetic Flintlock Flintlock Pistol and Carbine Shoot Wantonly in the streets, and he calmly took out his usual collection of Seiko explosives, because the Mechanical's monitoring of the body's armament transformation is complicated, he also chose a more direct method, a firearm taken from the production line on the grounds that it was no longer "qualified" and about 20 lethal explosives.

However, he is not an expert in shooting, he has not even really touched a firearm, he is still only a weak man compared to a combatant, but now he does not have the command power of a servant, and he does not necessarily have any supreme power, after the tragedy of the war, he realizes that if he wants to survive in this galaxy, this chaotic place, even if it is not safe to hide in the capital of the Mechonist, he must find a way to gain a foothold.

The bomb engraved with Arya's name was also a birthday present he had prepared for the girl, hoping that she would be as strong as the weapon of Ommisiah's gift, and that she would be able to become a finely crafted weapon in a mechanically forged furnace, regardless of her past.

"Praise the mech, thou wilt draw thy sword for my victory, praise Ohm Messiah, who has roared in the name of cogs and algebras..."

He chanted wartime prayer incantations, and his complex mechanical body twisted out of his bunker, trying to see who the enemy was and what was causing the chaos.

But both sides of the war wore red robes, but one side enslaved the servants, and the other side was more local mortals, so he couldn't tell who was right and wrong, and could only be numb to those crazy battles.

The roar, the guns, the bursting beams, and the restlessness of the thermal weapons and the sizzle of the air evaporating, the treasures and machines they forged, were now being used to fight each other in the capital of the Mechonists.

As the chaos grows, his keen ear savored the rare human conversation on the battlefield.

"The Governor commands that heresy be purged of heresy."

The sound of a mechanization flickering inside the monitors and communicators, it was supposed to be the voice of the Alpha Cathar.

"That's not Om Messiah, it's just that you want to use the power of heresy, covet those taboos, for the cogs and the clock, for the sake of the world, and for ourselves to be free from chaos and filth, my heart is to be the god of all machines!"

It was the voice of the Mechin or a Director, and he could hear the voiceprints of the Mechmatists being forced into his head, but now the Director had somehow used clothes to cover his face and autonomously altered his vocal cords so that the Mechin couldn't hear the executive.

And he really didn't understand why the Alpha who protected the Mechanics and the top brass of the Mechanics were so scuffled together, as if he didn't know that a rather strange change had taken place in this world until the beginning of time...

And the battle that followed was even more scorching than the sage expected, and with the help of a director-level sage, those Alpha Cathars were unable to take down the mortal troops.

The rabble, which consisted of members of the deviant gangs and merchant guards from all over the country, was barely able to maintain a precarious advantage by relying on the weapons and tactical guidance provided by the director.

But the gods have always been fond of playing tricks on mortals with fate, and when those mortal forces have achieved strategic superiority with great sacrifices and victories, a roaring and restless giant machine, a force feedback engineering arm loaded with a crane arm, rushes out of the tedious roads of the hive capital with lightning speed, and waves that angry arm to crush the main mortal forces into the mud.

At this moment, as long as the mechanical monster is smashed down, this unit will no longer be able to raise its head, and it will not be able to maintain its current small advantage, so the director shouted. "God of Machines!"

But things didn't turn around, and fate brought the mechanical sage here with a red thread, and he could recognize that the equipment used in the factory was now under his management.

He could shut down this mech with the internal network, save those mortals from death, keep this force alive, but why?

If he does this, the mechanical sect higher-ups will find out about his operation, his authority is very high, and every move will be strictly monitored, his act of not working overtime today has already made the governor unhappy, and if he does such a thing again, the execution may be a very lenient decision.

But the sage looked at the mortals who were to be crushed, killed, ravaged and the cowhide rolls who were constantly wandering the streets, and demanded endless overtime and war preparations in a stern tone, the departure of the Skadi soldiers and...

He touched the chocolate in his breast pocket, he didn't know, even if he was extremely smart, he couldn't guess the changes in people's hearts in this world now, even if he was talented, he couldn't find that fate was playing tricks on something.

To do or to wait, to give in or to resist, those doubts took shape in his mind, and the chaotic thoughts made him hesitate, he was not a warrior, nor a hero, but he knew that at this moment it seemed that something was in his hands.

He stood up and used all his strength to amplify the signals he could transmit, and as a sage's authority, the huge mechanical arm instantly stopped, and the mortals also lifted the hot melt, dissolving the precious mechanical wealth cleanly.

Afar noticed the sage because of this, and the leader asked. "Mechanical Sage, why is this so, your actions constitute apostasy, and you have been... on..."

Before he finished speaking, the sage raised the Seiko blaster and smashed his head, even if it was a technician, there was no one who would hesitate to shoot in the empire with abundant martial virtues and simple folk customs, which is why the empire was so strict with the custody of all kinds of military supplies that it was terrifying.

He had parted ways with the Governor, and whatever the Governor was doing or doing, it was certainly not right...

His actions were also affirmed by the Mechanists, and the flintlock pistol fired at him, and the violent projectile pierced his chest, and he did not think of pain and death for the first time, but depressed himself as if he had put chocolate in his breast pocket.

Then he felt his body damaged, and although he could still move, he could no longer resist the successive shots.

The help that could be given to others would eventually be rewarded at some point, and as the flintlock pistols were ready to fire, the help of the mortal forces followed, and the guns that represented the rebellion were exerted in the face of the mechanical forces driven by the supreme authority of the Empire, and the heat and plasma tore apart the bodies of the cathars, and those who had been victims before were transformed into victors.

As they approached the sage vigilantly and approvingly, the high-ranking man he had identified as a director walked slowly, his voice unchanged at the moment, allowing the sage to instantly recognize his voice.

"The Mechonia are slaughtering civilians, less than 40 percent of the inhabitants are being burned, and the higher-ups have decided that they are leaving the Empire and that they have found the true Ommessia."

The sage listened in amazement at this grotesque news, but the voice made him have to approve, because it was his mentor, the director of foundry, and the former deputy director of the first Hongzhi...

"Old—" He wanted to say it, but immediately changed his words. You guys, you see the settlement... The little girl in my mansion? ”

His teacher naturally knew where he lived, he spoke. "Your dwelling melted, as you can imagine, and in the end we only found a fraction of the tissue fused with metal, anything that was badly carbonized."

"About 90 percent of the inhabitants of that area have been cleared, and now the world has become weird and extreme."

The Sage only felt his emotional controller buzz at the moment, and he didn't listen to the mess, just touched the carbonized metal on his chest and the chocolate that was almost non-existent.

Sometimes fate is so sad, but his mentor had to wake him up with the loudest voice and tell him even more terrible news.

"The Astral Army has unilaterally alerted us that if the Mechonia does not surrender and surrender the heresy and accept the purge, then the Imperial Navy will order the extinction of this world!"

"We don't have time, we have to contact the Imperial Guard in the shortest possible time and convince them to abandon the extermination order."

But the sage said. "That's whatever, now I have nothing, the big house I just moved to cost me all my savings, and my children..."

His teacher asked suddenly. "What big dwelling? Don't you live in the Main Nest, Y341648, in Warne Street? ”

The sage immediately came to a hint of spirit. "I moved to the interior of the residential area to give the kids better space..."

Then his teacher replied immediately. "The inner area... There are rebels in the inner part of D-Street, and we're going to help there, and there's a watchtower with the star ability in the inner sector, and we need a reliable commander. ”

"Join? Child? ”

The sage retorted. "I've lived 60 standard terra years."

His teacher replied with a mask. "In my eyes, you are still a child, wearing a mask, this is a sign to distinguish the alliance, although it is rudimentary, but it is enough to make others realize that you are different."

The sage looked at the linen sewn thing, like the beak of the plague doctor in the ancient terra books, but he had to admit that the world was sick.

He stretched out his arm and slowly put on the mask of responsibility and destiny, and after getting used to the cloudy range of vision hindering his exploration, he felt that he could see more clearly and think more freely.

The streets are chaotic, deserted, terrible, full of corpses and despair, and the once Pan Lan is not good, but it definitely won't be so.

He replied with a trembling voice of his own anger and the calmest tones. "I'm ready, teacher."

(End of chapter)