I Really Am Not The Lord Of Demon Chapter 252
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Chapter 252: The Original Mechanical Body
Sylvanas flew between the tree crowns at high speed.
Under the sunlight, the child of the Sun’s speed reached an unprecedented level!
Not long after, she saw the collapsed runestones.
These magic runes that protected the Eversong Woods had helped the Quel’Thalas Kingdom survive the previous catastrophe.
However…
These runestones were no longer effective to the catastrophe.
The endless soldiers of the catastrophe swallowed up the defense of all the runestones.
As she continued forward, she saw a huge plague scar that ran through the entire Eversong Woods and extended to Silvermoon city.
Sylvanas hopped down from the tree crown.
She landed on the land that had been corroded by the plague.
She knew that the land had been polluted by the terrifying power of death and plague due to the invasion of the catastrophe.
Sylvanas’ eyes started to turn golden yellow due to anger.
The flames of the Sun were burning in her eyes!
She stood up silently.
She pulled out a short blade from her leg.
“Arthas!” She growled in a low voice. “I swear I’ll return everything to you!”
The child of the Sun stood up.
In her anger, flames began to appear on her feet.
The sacred fire of the sun burned the earth and purified it!
Unfortunately, her strength was still too weak. It was far from enough to purify the land contaminated by the plague and death.
However…
Sylvanas knew that as long as she continued to work hard.
One day, the eternal power of the Sun would help her to purify the contaminated land.
Bring back life and nature!
Along the path of the plague, Sylvanas continued to move forward.
The catastrophe army seemed to have left this place.
It was quiet all the way. There was no sound.
Not even the sound of birds could be heard in the depth of the forest.
As she walked forward, her mood gradually sank to the bottom.
Finally, she saw the outline of Silvermoon city.
The whole glorious capital of the Highborne Elves had collapsed.
The entire city had been destroyed by the catastrophe!
The Ranger General looked at the collapsed city in front of her and couldn’t help but burst into tears!
“I…” She knelt. “Am I late?”
Only the whimpering wind echoed in the ruins.
… … … ..
In the foundry world.
Everything had returned to peace.
The great will of Omnissia had left.
However, every machine and every piece of steel still retained the divine power of the great soul of machines.
The bishop of machines, Almunia stood up and walked to the steel platform. He looked at the mechanical priests who were still immersed in the descent of the great soul of machines.
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“The great soul of machines has indisputably descended in front of us!” The cold voice of the mechanical bishop was transmitted into the ears of every mechanical priest and the warriors of the Papal army.
“He has used the sacred voice of steel and the great truth of machines to point out a fact that cannot be refuted…”
“He is the soul of machines, the Savior and truth that we serve!”
“He is also the Steam and Steel!”
“The soul of machines is good. The great is beautiful! The oracle of the soul of machines and the truth that cannot be refuted!”
“He is the Great and Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva, the future Buddha who saves the suffering and saves the suffering!”
The mechanical bishop raised his head, and his steel scepter hit the ground heavily.
“What does this mean?”
“It means that from today onwards, the blasphemy of the heretics, the so-called ‘Emperor Omnissia’, has been thoroughly proven to be a lie!”
“I command!” The Cruel Mechanical Bishop issued his order. “Purge all heretics completely!”
“The sacred foundry world does not need heretics!”
The mechanical priests stood up.
The papal guards looked at each other.
In the next second, the capacitor guns were pointed at each other, and the supersonic blades were pulled out one by one.
The battle began immediately!
Blood and limbs flew in the foundry world!
The soul of machines warriors and the mechanical priests used extremely efficient and cruel methods to quickly purge the heretics!
Those colleagues and comrades who had knelt and prayed with them a moment ago.
That was something that could be done without the need for mobilization.
It was also something that could be done without thinking.
Because…
If they did not act, it would be a blasphemy against the soul of machines!
In an instant, the loyal mechanical priests and the papal guards had exterminated the false emperor’s believers and supporters!
In the blood, in the corpses.
The victorious mechanical priest and the papal warriors raised their weapons.
“Praise the soul of machines!”
Almunia held the head in his hands and threw it onto the steel platform.
That was his former assistant and an idiot who worshipped the emperor!
“Praise the soul of machines!” The mechanical bishop’s electronic eyes flashed with fanaticism.
He could feel that the soul of machines was extremely happy!
He could feel even more that the soul of machines was extremely happy!
The soul of machines was a true believer of the soul of machines!
But this was far from enough!
“More is better!” Almunia said coldly, “Big is beautiful!”
“From today onwards, the foundry world should act with the divine will of more!”
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He had a premonition that he would receive the grace of God!
Faintly, Almunia saw the mechanical angel with wings on its back beckoning to him.
That was his future path!
It was also the true path of redemption!
And not the pseudo-emperor’s laughable and unrealistic so-called ideal!
… … … … … ..
Elizabeth led her papal army and the army of the commandment hall as they walked through the desert filled with yellow sand.
Her body was already protected by layers of heavy steel.
The huge body of Titan was indestructible.
The steel wings on her back were still spread out behind her along the lines of the Titan Mech.
The sacred Gatling mechs were on guard against everything.
The soul of machines that were more than ten meters tall was a gift from the soul of machines. They had received the support of many steams and rivets, as well as the supreme blessing of the Gatling Bodhisattva!
At the same time, Elizabeth also knew her latest mission!
To transform this world into a mechanical world.
To let the will of steel carry out in every corner of the world!
The day this mission was completed was the day the soul of machines would descend.
At that time, she would obtain the qualifications to serve the soul of machines forever because of her great achievements and devout faith.
She would become his original body warrior!
She would fight for him in all worlds for eternity.
She would spread the Gospel of machines and the truth of steel to the vast universe and the endless world!
Therefore, Elizabeth began to sing the great soul of machines, “In the pain…”
“The soul of machines breaks me free…”
“Amid death and wrong guide…”
The high-pitched female voice of an electronic robot resounded throughout the entire desert.
“The electric circuit shall remain as I know it, wantonly under the claws of Evil Gods!”
“A hundred refined steel shall protect my body, while my mortal body shall be tempted…”
The Titan Mech left a deep footprint on the ground, and the barrels of Gatling machine guns that were spread out on the steel wings began to revolve non-stop.
The sacred armor-piercing high-explosive bullets, each of which had the great mercy of Gatling Bodhisattva’s prayer: Namo Amitabha!
“From the cage of flesh and blood, Gatling Bodhisattva, release me!”
The steel wings started to vibrate, and the huge Titan mech automatically retracted to both sides, instantly entering the skin of the body.
The Sacred Steel Angel flew high up.
All the Gatling gun barrels on the steel wings were pointed in one direction.
“Steam and Steel!”
“Steam and Steel!”
“More is good. Bigger is beautiful!”
All the gun barrels started to rotate at a high speed.
Da! Da! Da!
Da! Da! Da!
The sacred armor-piercing high explosive bullets shot out, dragging a long curtain of death in the sky.
They poured into a seemingly lifeless desert.
Da! Da! Da!
Da! Da! Da!
The steel roared, and the machinery roared!
The holy prayer on every bullet began to chant.
“Amitabha!”
The Steel Angel’s fury instantly descended!
The claws of the evil god, who were lying in ambush underground and thought that they were safe, were exposed to the fury of machinery and steel!
Countless terrifying evil creatures were beaten until their limbs were in disarray.
Countless twisted claws were beaten until their flesh and blood flew everywhere!
“For the soul of machines!” Elizabeth flapped her steel wings and flew over directly.
Her arms turned into two deadly high-frequency vibration blades.
Bang!
The Steel Angel landed in the desert where the evil God’s claws were hiding.
Da! Da! Da!
The Gatling gun kept shooting bullets.
The two deadly high-frequency vibration blades cut through the evil God’s claws like cutting through tofu.
The fearless Steel Angel was incomparably valiant!
Her faith was pious and firm!
Behind her, mechanical sanitation machines soared into the air.
As for the papal army and the soldiers of the Commandment Hall, they roared even louder.
They faced the claws of the evil god, who in the past would tremble at the sight of them, not daring to fight back at all.
But at that moment, they were incomparably fanatical!
“For the soul of machines!”
“We will die in battle!”
The mechanical subjects rushed forward like a tidal wave.
Even though they knew that the number of evil God’s minions they faced numbered in the hundreds of thousands!
But no one backed down, and no one was timid!
Because they had already found their savior!
The great soul of machines was watching them!
The sacred Steam and Steel was blessing them!
The Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva was praising them!
For machines and steel!
The soul of machines!
The papal guards and the soldiers of the Commandment Hall began to charge fearlessly!
While charging, they sang the hymn of the Steel Angel.
“The soul of machines released me from the pain in my heart…”
“In the midst of death and wrong guide…”
They recalled the past.
The suffering and torment of the past hundred years!
The human civilization shivering under the void storm.
A hundred years of confusion, despair, and torment!
Hence, everyone let out their strongest roar in a hundred years, “Flesh is weak, but steel is eternal!”
The human tide collided with the evil god Army.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Guns and steel roared!
A hundred years! A whole hundred years!
The humans finally started to counterattack!
They fought back under the great will of the soul of machines!
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