Chapter 556

Clea had no choice.

I dare not have a choice.

She could only bow down and worship: "great God... If you will give me a chance... Then... I am willing to give everything to serve you!"

She knew that the God in front of her eyes might not be good.

There may be a terrible plot.

But

For the lingzu, there is no choice.

So

All sides of the spirit clan have been looking for a way out for a long time.

They try at all costs for even a chance.

The dark souls, in the cyber city of Comoros, sink into their own fury.

By killing and feeling stimulation, to avoid the sight of sex evil.

In fact, this is to use the power of blood god to fight against lust evil.

It's like taking the poison when you know you're going to die.

Let lust sin retreat, but it successfully attracted the sight of terror.

The spirit clan in ark world chose to sharpen themselves.

Set up all kinds of commandments, and put all your life into one path.

Through hard and long-term training, we can eliminate our other emotions.

But this is only a temporary solution, not a permanent solution.

It's just delaying the fall.

It's hard to escape the pursuit of lust evil.

It's the clowns

By mocking everything, by mocking everything.

In the sub space, it weaves a stage that can deceive sex evils.

Also rely on the ancient saints left by the network road, haunted.

But this is not another kind of suicide?

The God of mirth who satirizes evil.

Clown troupes that laugh at everything.

Is it not a hotbed for breeding new evil spirits?

Just like the spirit clan in those days, in the extreme depravity enjoyment, gestates the outstanding evil.

However, this is the fate of the spirit clan.

And the cruel truth of the whole universe!

All things are sad, all nations are suffering.

Sentient beings, all at the moment of their birth, have been doomed to their miserable life.

The invasion of chaos evil spirits, green skin frenzy and big devourer

There is always a painful way to die.

He was born in a safe rear area.

The butcher's knife and whip of the same clan are no worse than chaos legion, green Beast and big swallow.

Even if we get away with it.

Born in a rich, peaceful, peaceful, remote realm without danger.

However, we are not sure that one day, a deserted and uninhabited planet in our own star system will suddenly wake up.

It was the tomb of a noble of the space dead tens of millions of years ago.

Now, it wakes up

In short, the fundamental tone of the universe is despair.

All ethnic groups, as long as they have bodies and desires, are desperate and painful

Quiet death is the greatest happiness in the galaxy.

This is especially true for the lingzu.

So, clea made her attitude clear.

As long as it can help the spirit clan solve the threat of lust evil.

Don't talk about taking refuge in evil spirits.

What does it matter to be a pawn of an evil god?

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Ling Ping'an looks at the little spot in front of him.

He was a little surprised and a little impressed.

Maybe it's because of the game.

He is more indulgent than reality, and more arbitrary.

It's full of bad taste.

Perhaps it is because he understands that no matter what he does in this universe, it will not affect the world that nurtures him.

So, he laughs and pops up a little aura.

The light fell on the small forehead in front of him.

Ling Ping'an said, "go!"

"When this task is finished, the chance will come."With that, his figure disappeared in the starry sky.

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Claire watched the light fall on her forehead.

Then she understood everything.

In my mind, I have a mechanical watch that has been wound up.

Click, click.

The clock has turned.

This means that it has started to time.

Before the winding is finished, if she can finish the task of the God.

Then, this mechanical watch will guide her to find the power to fight against lust.

Otherwise

Don't mention anything.

That's what chance means.

Chance, chance.

Opportunity, fate.

If you catch it, you catch it.

No catch, no catch!

Listen to the mechanical pointer, ticking.

Clea understood that she didn't have much time.

She has to hurry!

It's just

This is the mission!

Her eyes widened sharply.

In front of her eyes, there was a light screen that only she could see.

One by one she did not know the box text beating.

There are whispers, quietly explaining these words.

"Mission: communication!"

"I have a story to tell the whole universe, so I chose you! An excellent troupe leader! Go, make my story into a drama and spread it as far as possible to the stars

"Requirement: in a standard year of talon, the drama composed of stories should be spread to as many stars as possible!"

"At least 300 million people need to watch and know this story!"

"Tip: the more viewers you have, the more rewards you'll get in the end!"

So, a story fell into her mind.

Look at the story.

Clea's pupils suddenly dilated.

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Griffin five made the world.

The oceans have reappeared on the surface.

A few days ago, the atmosphere of a planet even rained.

This is the first rain since Mechatronics came to this planet.

This means that the planet's atmospheric cycle has reappeared.

And in orbit.

In the huge Xinggang, the sight of all the members of the mechanical religion has been focused here.

Archbishop Almunia, on the mechanical platform.

Staring at the giant, slowly leaving Xinggang.

It's a holy thing forged by wisdom given by the great spirit of all opportunities.

Multi steam riveted steel battleship.

One by one, the gun tubes shining with cold light were densely placed on the surface of the warship.

Curvature engine, roaring out of high temperature plasma.

A huge six barrel Gatling gun was mounted on the bow of the ship.

The black muzzle, high up.

The crew lay on the barrel, making the final inspection.

Finally

The huge warship, which is more than 20 kilometers long, slipped from the orbit of Xinggang.

The black ship is bathed in the light of stars.

The will of steel is cheering.

Cheers for machinery and steel.

The machine soul is extremely joyful, which makes all members of the machine religion shudder and roar with joy.

Almunia was so happy that he immediately led all the people to kneel to the ground, worshipped the steel and mechanical creation, and chanted prayers.

"Ring the Bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine“

"Ring the bell twice, light up the turbine, ignite the engine and inject life..."

"Ring the bell three times..."

"Praise in unison!"

"The great spirit of all opportunities!"While praying, they asked the great spirit of all opportunities, or the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva, to show the holy mark.

Everything comes to him who waits!

In the chorus of praise and recitation.

On that great warship, Buddhas and lotus blossomed quietly!

Almunia was so excited that he praised him more loudly.

Even those who have no wisdom sing praises.

Dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu!

They tap on the steel pipe.

Dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu!

Devout mechanical priests, knocking on the steel floor.

It is on the ground, in the casting world of the earth's core, that brain servants who had closed their eyes opened their electronic eyes.

The vocal cords, which had been removed by surgery, seemed to grow again.

They open their mouths, their shriveled lips, they make a sound.

It's like a madman yelling, and it's like a beast in a nightmare.

But in the end, these voices turned into holy chants.

Steel smallpox after steel smallpox, constantly falling down.

The high pitched chanting of Sanskrit became one after another.

They don't need to be taught, they are born to know how to praise their Savior and their moderator.

Great mercy, Bodhisattva Gatlin!

"Praise the Bodhisattva Gatlin. When you practice Prajna Minda, hold six pipes..."

In Sanskrit singing, even in the casting world, there is a sacred six pipe Gatling slowly turning.

And in orbit.

Countless priests and soldiers of the mechanical army have seen the deep space of the universe.

A holy kingdom is opening its doors to them.

It was empty.

Innumerable gears are closely meshed together.

The whole universe seems to have turned into a mechanical universe.

Steel, engine, turbine, parts

It's the whole universe!

The gears slowly opened, and a corner of mechanical paradise appeared in their eyes.

In the sky, there are countless huge guns floating.

One door after another, dense, there is no end at all.

The earth under our feet is made of steel.

Giant mechanical guards, walking in it.

In the future, the great body of gangfo will appear in the distance.

He is still sleeping.

Waiting for the time to come.

Then, come down to the world, save all living beings, lead people to leave this fragile body.

Embrace steel, embrace truth.

Flesh and blood are bitter and weak, steel is eternal!

So everyone was boiling.

Mechanical paradise really exists!

Now, even the most skeptical people in the past are shouting enthusiastically: "flesh and blood are bitter and weak, steel is eternal!"

"The great spirit of all opportunities!"

"Merciful Gatlin

"The immortal future is just like Buddha!"

"Come, please!"

"Come, please!"

"Pray for the Buddha's mercy, and let us get rid of this sea of flesh and blood, and go straight to the other side of the machine to prove the fruit of steel!"

In a frenzy of prayer and chanting.

In the deep space of the universe, a Bodhisattva in a steel cassock, cast in bronze, with benevolent eyes and merciful eyes, holding a mechanical sacred object, quietly appears.

He looks to all the believers who worship him.

In the eyes, there is nothing but compassion.

"Amitabha!" A Bodhisattva's opening is compassion.

In the eyes of Bodhisattva, all beings are equal.

In the eyes of Bodhisattva, all living beings are suffering.

So he looks at all people without distinction.

Whether it's a mechanical bishop or a servant who's had his frontal lobe cut off.

Even brain servants, in the eyes of Bodhisattvas, are generally equal.

Because

The Tao of steel is materialistic.All that is derived from flesh and blood is painful.

Thus, a tear of steel falls from the corner of Bodhisattva's eye.

For all beings suffering from flesh and blood, and for those who have not yet found the truth of the way of steel and machinery.

The Bodhisattva shed tears.

Everyone's heart is one of them.

Even the brain servants shed tears.

"Bodhisattva!"

"Bodhisattva!"

Everyone worshiped and wept.

Almunia is shouting: "ask the Bodhisattva to help me enter the mechanical heaven, iron mountain!"

Other people followed suit and begged: "ask the Bodhisattva to let us enter the mechanical heaven, iron mountain!"

But the Bodhisattva lowered his brow: "idiot!"

"Don't you understand?"

People look up at the merciful Bodhisattva.

The merciful Gatling Bodhisattva, who has never ceased to transform the world.

Listen to the Bodhisattva said: "mechanical heaven, is a person with merit to enter..."

"The Lingshan of iron and steel needs people who have fate to have a chance to be one of them..."

"So, even I can't enter the mechanical paradise, iron and steel mountain!"

"You must practice Buddhism frequently and understand the way of machinery. Only by proving the fruit of steel can you fly to the machinery heaven and have a place in the iron and steel mountain!"

Listen to the Enlightenment of Bodhisattva.

Almunia was deeply moved. He immediately asked, "how can we prove the fruit of steel, Bodhisattva?"

The Bodhisattva sighed and said, "the fruit of steel, if you want to practice alone, you must have great wisdom and perseverance to prove it."

"In the past, when I didn't testify, I buried myself in the mechanical road and studied the truth of steel for thousands of years..."

"Sink into a sea of flesh and blood, never see the sun..."

"All kinds of hardships, all kinds of difficulties..."

Almunia listened with a start.

But when you think about it, it feels like this is the right way.

Is it easy to prove the fruit of steel and the road of machinery?

It's just

He looked at the Bodhisattva, kowtowed and said: "Bodhisattva... I'm afraid I don't have your perseverance and wisdom..."

"Most people, I'm afraid, can't have such perseverance and wisdom..."

"If so..."

"Bodhisattva, do you mean abandoning me is a sea of bitterness?"

"I hope the Bodhisattva is merciful..."

These words came to him suddenly after he saw Gatling Bodhisattva.

The gun barrel in the Bodhisattva's hand turns slowly.

He sighed, "nature!"

"My Buddha is merciful. Of course, I will not abandon all living beings!"

"Therefore, with great compassion and great wisdom, we have to cut another avenue for all living beings suffering for their flesh and blood."

"So that all living beings can prove the fruit of steel!"

Almunia was pleasantly surprised.

All the members of the machinist church, even those mechanical creations that have just awakened from the arrival of Gatlin, have raised their ears.

Then he heard the Bodhisattva say: "this way is to prove the merits and virtues..."

"One person makes one contribution..."

"If you accumulate merit for virtue, a thousand people will be virtuous!"

"The collection of merits and virtues..."

"Then you can fly up the mountain of mechanical spirit, and prove the fruit of iron and steel, which is the iron and steel arhat and the mechanical dragon!"

With that, the big bronze hand of the Bodhisattva was a little softer.

A mechanical Sutra falls into all human brains.

Mechanical Diamond Sutra!

It is a scripture that specializes in the flesh and blood of all living beings and praises the iron and steel road.

It is a scripture that records the deeds and wisdom of great compassion Gatlin Bodhisattva and the future Buddha!

"Thank you, Bodhisattva!" Almunia is convinced.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva!" Everyone, including the brain servants, is very grateful!

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