It is a combination of countless large and small gears of different sizes. The gears fit closely with the gears, one ring inside the other, and the little becomes more, eventually forming a huge gear set.
It never moves and hangs quietly in the air, making no sound.
Under the stage, believers wore top hats and sat neatly.
On the stage, light penetrated from the skylight and spread all over the earth.
The saint walked out of the dark depths of the room, stepped on the pale golden ground, and walked through the center of the pulpit. Her white classical robe could not hide her graceful figure, and she attracted the attention of all believers as soon as she appeared.
I saw some new faces coming to the chapel today. It seems that we have welcomed some new compatriots. She glanced at the believers in the audience and saw a few unfamiliar faces inside. With a smile on her face, she slowly walked down the stage and came to a man without a hat. Good day, this gentleman is here for the first time. Come to us?
The saint's voice is sweet, crisp, and full of incredible affinity.
The young man who was asked by her replied nervously: "Yes."
What are you worried about?
My man seemed a little hesitant, but with the encouragement from the saint's eyes, he still expressed his thoughts. Day after day, year after year, he had to get up to go to work before dawn, and could only get off work late at night to rest. Every day there are sins that cannot be expiated, and the atonement coupons earned through hard work are all spent in the end.
He was a little stumbling in his expression at first, but later he became more fluent: I almost don’t know why I am alive anymore. Seeing the accumulating sins in the Book of Atonement, it seems that I will never be able to wash away the sins on my body. , even if you get old, you will always work for atonement.
It's impossible that I'm not that important at all. Maybe just like poor Mark, if he suddenly dies one day, the Atonement House can immediately arrange people to fill the vacancies. I don't understand. Is it really meaningful to live like this? Or is our life itself a meaningless thing?
He rambled on a lot in one breath, and in the end he realized that he had talked too much as if he was complaining, and even said a lot of heretical remarks that were not allowed in the church priests. He was afraid and quickly apologized to the saint: I'm sorry, I may have said too much at once. My idea may seem ridiculous to the Holy Lady, but this idea has been lingering in my head recently.
You are right.
However, what surprised him was that the saint did not refute his words.
Why? Holy lady, what did you say? The man even thought there was something wrong with his ears.
The saint was not impatient at all and said calmly: As you said, living is a meaningless thing.
Pointless? The man froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, digesting the meaning of this sentence in a daze. After a long time, he murmured to himself: Then why do I live until today?
The reason why you are alive today is just because you are not dead yet.
The saint's words echoed in his ears. Her voice was very soft, but every word hit his heart like a heavy hammer.
He subconsciously wanted to agree with this, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.
If you agree, wouldn't it be a disguised admission that your life is worthless?
People always have unrealistic expectations for themselves, thinking that they are born extraordinary, and that their coming to this world must have meaning. She looked at the man with compassion in her eyes. The root of people's pain is often the unwillingness to admit that they are ordinary, unwilling to admit that life is meaningless, and unwilling to see clearly the fact that they are just a cog.
do not talk!
The saint completely broke through all the man's psychological defenses. His legs fell to the ground, holding his head in pain and murmuring: What should I do? How should I live in the future?
Why not admit this frankly?
Accept that you are born ordinary.
Accept that life is meaningless.
Admit that you are a cog.
The man raised his head blankly and saw the saint slowly stretching out her hand. The dim light of the morning filtered through the skylight and shone in the sky.
Under the Dahl effect, it turned into a beam of light and coated her with a layer of pale golden light, making her appear sacred and noble.
Even a gear will be needed by others.
The soft words floated into his ears, but to the man's ears they sounded like the sound of nature, like the warm sunshine, which cleared away the gloom lingering in his heart and redeemed his soul that was gradually falling into the abyss.
The believers here used to be just like you, suffering from being unable to clarify their own value and suffering from being unwilling to admit reality, but look at them now. The man suddenly turned around, looked in the direction of the saint's finger, and saw faces filled with happiness and satisfaction. They had now found the value of their existence.
Looking at those believers who are full of happiness and satisfaction, the man's eyes show desire: Can I be like them?
certainly.
Gear Orthodoxy exists to save people like you.
The saint lovingly rubbed the man's head: Admit yourself to be a gear and join us; perhaps the power of a single gear is weak, but if countless gears like you are combined and rotate conscientiously, they can produce huge results. the power of.
Will I be needed too?
Well, society is a huge and sophisticated machine made up of cogs like you.
Can I live happily like them?
Of course, after becoming a member of us, you don't have to think so much anymore. Don't be afraid. If you encounter difficulties, other 'gears' will come to help you.
The man knelt on the ground and cried like a child, while the saint hugged his head like a mother and gently comforted him.
laugh!
The saint suddenly pointed her fingers like a knife, and pierced the man's head with the knife like cutting butter. With a flip of her wrist and a pry, she opened the man's skull with her bare hands, and took out a fresh pink brain from the skull cavity with her slender hands. The man's happy and intoxicated expression froze.
Blood splattered on her beautiful smiling face, which was both seductive and terrifying.
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, this is a necessary step to becoming a cog.
The saint's voice was still kind, and she caressed the brain in her palm. Her slender fingers traced the grooves in the brain tissue. Immediately, several priests in robes came forward with jars in their hands and took it from the saint's hand. After crossing the brain, he began to carefully cut off the nerves and blood vessels above it.
Soon, in full view of everyone, the man's brain was taken out, and a jar filled with nutrient solution was put in. After a clergyman carried the jar down, the remaining clergymen began to scrambling to close the skull and begin. Sew up the skin on his head.
The saint asked: How do you feel now?
Even if he lost his brain, the man was still alive. He blinked and hesitated for a long time before replying: My head feels empty. Does this make me one of you?
Well, let's welcome the new future together.
This series of bloody and weird scenes startled those who had not joined the religion but were just interested to have a look. Suddenly, there were screams in the room. They wanted to escape, but they were immediately surrounded by faces from the neighbors. The happy and satisfied believers returned to their seats.
Next, it's your turn.
The saint's quiet and gentle smile at this moment seemed to them as terrifying as the devil's ferocious smile.
The screams of fear filled the long-abandoned building for an instant, and soon the screams turned into desperate sobs and pleas for mercy. Finally, even the painful screams gradually subsided, and the room returned to a deathly calm.
It’s a scene that makes you shudder no matter how many times you watch it.
Giovanni stood outside the abandoned building, but with the help of a tactical visor, his sight could penetrate the barriers of the walls and watch the entire process of the Gear Orthodoxy transforming its believers from beginning to end.
Captain, the siege net has been completed, and this is the last attack point of the Gear Heretic. An armored knight stepped forward and reported.
Giovanni nodded: It's time to put an end to this farce. Follow the original plan to kill the Saint and remove the last stronghold.
yes
! The knight took the order, retreated and began to arrange various tasks.
At the same time, the prayers in the chapel gradually came to an end.
Everyone, I am very happy that we have several new partners today.
The jars containing the heads were transported away one by one, and the remaining few people were converted into followers of the Gear Orthodoxy. The panic and despair had faded from their faces. At this moment, they were filled with happiness and satisfaction like other believers, almost obsessed. Look at the gears suspended above the chapel.
So let us begin the final step. Now please join me in praying to our Lord and asking Him to accept us.
The saint raised her arms high, with an extremely fanatical look on her pretty face.
Become a member of the Lord!
Kara!
The glass shattered suddenly, and two demon-hunting crossbow arrows shot through the air, striking directly at the saint's throat and heart.
The saint also noticed the attack coming towards her. Her pupils shrank extremely in surprise, but it was too late to avoid it.
Saint, beware!
In the flash of lightning, the believer beside the saint quickly knocked her aside. With two muffled sounds, the believer was hit by the demon-hunting crossbow instead of her and fell to the ground with a groan, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Inquisition! OPENTHEDOOR!
At the same time, the door shattered with a sound.
Heavily armed knights in armor rushed into the chapel.
Protect the saint!
After the shock on the stage, the gear believers also reacted one after another. Although they had lost their brains, the remaining spinal cord reactions still allowed them to start acting spontaneously. Some of them used their shields to surround the saint to protect her from being hit by crossbows. Injured, the other group of people fearlessly rushed towards the armored knight, trying to buy time for the saint to retreat.
How could an unarmed believer be able to defeat a heavily armed armored knight?
They couldn't even hold on to each other in front of the Judgment Knight, and it soon turned into a one-sided massacre.
Even delaying time could not be done. In just ten seconds, those Gear believers who tried to delay the Judgment Knights were easily dealt with like being chopped into pieces. The whole army was wiped out, but more believers would bravely rush forward soon. Come up and fill the void.
quick! dash forward! Buy time for the Holy Lady to leave!
The Gear Believers are not afraid of death and pounce on the Judgment Knight regardless of the cost. They have long lost their brains and abandoned the ability to weigh personal pros and cons. Now they have come to the same conclusion as a group, as a whole.
Use flesh and blood to form a wall to buy even a few seconds for the saint to evacuate.
Everyone
The saint watched with grief and anger as the believers died tragically one by one under the sword of the Judgment Knight but was unable to make changes. She could not even stop and could only be surrounded and coerced by other believers and evacuated towards the exit.
You can't escape.
A cold, rich voice sounded in front of them, and the stumbling gear believers stopped unconsciously - they were blocked. Giovanni led a team of judgment knights to block the exit road.
This elite judge stood at the front of the team, looking at the saint from a distance, and then pronounced a sentence on these pagan believers: Today, none of you can run away, the tribunal will judge the false gods you believe in.
Do you have to kill them all? The saint glared angrily.
Giovanni didn't answer, just looked at him coldly in response.
Really? The saint's silver teeth are almost broken. She is also staring at Giovanni. You superiors treat us like garbage and throw us in the streets to fend for ourselves. You make up lies to wash away your sins and deceive us. You work day and night to pay for your extravagant life; the gangs and criminal groups you cultivate behind your back make everyone's lives a mess.
You are aloof and indifferent to us, and you are even happy to see us crawling on the ground like dogs struggling to survive; but now that we have finally found a way to live easily, and finally have the opportunity to change and stand up, you want to treat us Kill them all
us
Did something wrong!
Why don't you want us to live? Why don't you want us to change! Don’t we have the right to be happy?
The saint's voice was hoarse, and her voice was like a cuckoo crying for blood.
But Giovanni was unmoved: The revelation given to me by God is: destroy the heretics and punish the false gods.
More believers fell, and the Judgment Knights behind them had already eliminated the enemies at hand and were encircling them, gradually forming an encirclement.
The saint let out a long sigh, took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes: Everyone, finally stand up for our Lord and our future.
She ignored the approaching Judgment Knight and began chanting a spell loudly. Extraordinary spiritual light emitted from her body, and began to radiate rapidly in all directions.
Click, click, click&ash;&ash;
Along with her singing, the gear believers who fell to the ground also underwent new changes. A dull mechanical collision sound came from the believers' bodies, like a rusty machine that was making an overwhelmed whine.
The gear believer, who had been fatally injured, staggered up from the ground and let out a hoarse roar from his throat. His flesh and blood swelled, cracked, and exploded, and streams of high-temperature and high-pressure steam burst out, directly hitting the unsuspecting person. The knights of judgment fell, causing many people to fall, causing a burst of heart-rending howls.
Protect the saint!
The same mutation happened to the gear believers who gathered around the saint. Their flesh and skin swelled, and their whole bodies expanded in a large circle like the transformed Hulk, transforming into muscular macho chaoji. The Judgment Knights led by Owani fought together.
After these gear believers were transformed into men, not only did their strength and speed significantly exceed the limits of normal people, but their resistance to swords was also much stronger. Coupled with their fierce and fearless fighting style, they were able to suppress the power of the Judgment Knight for a while. offensive.
This is?
Giovanni cut the masculine gear believer in half, and there was a dull feeling on the sword that was not like cutting flesh. Then he saw the gear structure inside that was combined with flesh and blood, and when he saw the blasphemous aura faintly emanating from it, He immediately understood the key point and reminded loudly.
Stop her now! She's trying to bring down a pagan evil god!
Whoosh whoosh!
Several demon-hunting crossbow arrows shot through the air from several tricky angles, but were blocked by the gear believers surrounding the saint.
Finally, the saint finished reciting the last spell.
Subsequently.
The huge gear set suspended in the chapel started to move.
Even if we are massacred, we are still an inseparable collective. The saint's chant finally ends, showing a twisted and crazy smile. You butchers are killing us, and you are persecuting the believers of our religion again and again. Finally, our god has come. !
The gear set rotates slowly, as if a sleeping giant is waking up.
Click, click, click.
A product of the gathering of all living beings’ beliefs, which are ultimately shaped by cognition and deeply imprinted in the sea of collective unconsciousness.
Gods based on faith.
Come to this world!
In this way, more gears can be saved!
The saint raised her arms high, as if embracing the gear set suspended in the sky, or welcoming the arrival of the gods.
Giovanni's expression changed drastically: Everyone concentrated their maximum firepower! Shoot down the evil god!
For a time, countless light blades, holy light grenades, miracles, and demon-hunting crossbows all fell on the God of Gears, causing a deafening explosion and scattered smoke and dust.
But the next second, a jet of high-pressure steam cut through the smoke screen, swept across several Judgment Knights, and cut the wall behind them into two sections.
Die! Church lackeys!
The saint's voice came faintly, and several rays of high-pressure steam were swept out from the smoke screen like lasers, tearing apart the spreading smoke and cutting the main body of the entire building into pieces.
Houses collapsed and were in shambles.
The God of Gears is entrenched in the sky, and countless fitting gears rotate endlessly, as if they have been there since the beginning of creation.
This is true forever.
More than half of the Judgment Knights were killed or wounded.
Now, I am going to rescue other gears. The saint stands in the shadow of the God of Gears, surrounded by gear believers whose bodies are still intact. Our Lord has come to this world, and we will turn this place into His kingdom of God on earth. Let the gears find their own value
Let everyone find their own place!
The God of Gears is slowly rising into the sky, and the figures of the Saint and her followers are also gradually rising.
Giovanni could only watch them leave. With the evil god descending, mortals no longer had much room to take action.
But at this moment.
The sky is cracked.
The huge eye that reaches the sky emerges from the crack, like an eye that is slowly opening, and like a god in the clouds, casting its gaze upwards, looking down at the existence of the God of Gears on the earth, as small as eye droppings.
Strong heart palpitations swept through the Saint. She raised her head as if aware of it, and her eyes met the eyes of the Eyes of Heaven.
He sees me
Such thoughts rose uncontrollably from the bottom of her heart, and then she saw tentacles that were as dark and shiny as asphalt extending out of the Eyes of Heaven, twisting towards the God of Gears.
The newly born God of Gears seemed to have sensed the crisis. The gears kept turning and changing forms and sprayed out high-pressure steam, but to no avail. He cut off a batch of tentacles, and more tentacles would soon wrap around them. Soon, the entire sky would be covered. They were all shrouded in a dark curtain composed of intertwined tentacles.
The Saint watched in horror as the God of Gears was grabbed and entangled by countless slender black tentacles. He struggled and the high-pressure steam continuously shot out, cutting off batch after batch of tentacles, but more black tentacles would attack soon. Soon the black tentacles disappeared from the God of Gears. Like broken porcelain, the God of Gears was dismantled into several broken components and then dragged into the space crack.
Finally there was no more sound.
The saint and believers who were rising slowly also fell to the ground.
No matter how they prayed, they never got an answer from the gods.
what have you done! What on earth did you do! The saint screamed hysterically and got up from the ground, preparing to pounce on Giovanni, who also drew his knight's sword again.
With a flash of sword light, Giovanni had already passed by the Saint.
Uh-huh!
Giovanni stood proudly and shook off the remaining blood on his sword.
I just want to give them a place to stay. Why do you want to kill them all?
The saint's eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment. A blood line appeared on her neck as white as jade. The head fell to the ground and the body fell.
One sword pointed at the head, clean and neat.
Giovanni turned around, looked at the decapitated corpse on the ground, and finally took off his cloak and covered it with the corpse.
May the Lord guide the lost souls to find peace
Crown District.
The sludge surged and covered the bronze gear set, expanding and contracting like a fetal movement. From time to time, it swept out streams of high-pressure steam to cut through the sludge, but the black mud surging around it would soon cover it again.
This kind of image makes people think of preying or devouring.
Soon, the gear set stopped rotating and sank quietly into the mud; after a long time, the mud on the ground returned to calm, still covering the ground with a thin layer, as if it had never swallowed up such a huge thing as the gear set. .
However, the mud clinging to the white-haired girl's feet rolled upwards.
