Underground relics?
No, that’s simply an underground lair for cultists; digging further down might lead to underground relics.
The woman muttered to herself: "I have a group under too."
"What about it?"
"Let’s cooperate."
Just then, chaotic footsteps rang out from outside. From a god’s perspective, a chanical Priest led a team of ard soldiers rushing in the direction he was returning from. The woman took the opportunity to silently open the iron door and retreated little by little, softly saying, "Think about it."
After speaking, her figure retreated out.
Duncan did not stop her, as shooting now would certainly attract others, and if they fought, the disparity in power was too great to be sure of winning.
Currently, he was completely in the dark about this world, and the most important thing now was to digest mories and gather intelligence.
The room’s furnishings were very simple: a desk, an iron-frad bed, and no windows or toilets, more oppressive and suffocating than a prison.
Duncan listened to the noises outside the door, sat down to recover his energy, while simultaneously digesting residual mories.
The physical condition of Human Form No. 3 was too poor.
After intense exercise, the whole body was sore, weaker than even a woman, and the energy bar was recovering very slowly, which was quite uncomfortable for Duncan, who was used to Human Form No. 1.
He didn’t know how much ti had passed.
Duncan slowly opened his eyes, and so fragnted mory pieces were also organized.
At this mont, footsteps were coming from outside, and when he pushed the door open to go out, from the sixth floor he could see many fully ard soldiers, and a dense crowd was heading towards the western part of this steel city. The originally dim light was also very bright, casting radiance like an artificial sun.
"This technological level isn’t low, huh?"
"Why is the living standard this horrible?"
When Duncan went outside, he saw that woman from yesterday again. She approached unintentionally and quietly asked, "What did you do?"
"The chanical Priest has locked all entrances to the underground passages."
It seems that what happened yesterday had been detected by the chanical Church, and it was unknown whether his subsequent actions could be concealed. If not, this Human Form wouldn’t be safe.
Because the chanical Church has always executed cultists without rcy.
The original owner of Human Form No. 3 was just an unlucky person tricked by cultists, but he was chosen as the vessel for the Evil God’s Divine Descent likely because there was sothing special about him that Duncan had not discovered yet.
A vast crowd was approaching a majestic steel structure.
Of course, Duncan was among the crowd, and to his right was a fierce man with a tattoo on his neck, marked as a Wolf Gang thug. Under the watchful eyes of the fully ard soldiers, he was as well-behaved as a chick but glared angrily at others nearby.
Rumble!
A massive iron gate, over thirty ters tall, opened. In front of Duncan’s vision, a majestic structure made entirely of steel appeared, looking like a standing gear. The diater of nearby bearings was around a hundred ters, and gears of various sizes surrounded it with steps. A church was built on top of the gear-like structures.
"The architectural style is way too heavy-industry."
In front of this majestic steel architectural complex, even a gathering of over a hundred thousand seed insignificant. A special religious atmosphere gradually spread, and unconsciously, everyone beca solemn and speechless.
Today is Sunday, Redemption Day, also Atonent Day.
The first batch of immigrants had already gathered near the square. The crowd resembled long dragons, climbing the gear stairs upward, passing by a church nearly a hundred ters high. Unlike the church Duncan knew, its external tal structure consisted of levers, gears, pistons, etc., with a large clock at the top, emitting a dull chanical roar.
"Praise be to the God of Machinery!"
Waves spread in every direction.
From Duncan’s position, he could see a nearly thirty-ter-high magnificent Angel statue, wearing a tal helt with fiery eyes. The entire body was clad in bronze heavy armor, and a pair of wings extending several tens of ters were behind it, with wing feathers resembling sharp blades.
This Angel statue knelt on one knee, holding a giant sword plunged into the ground, gazing solemnly forward.
This is one of the seven Angels under the God of Machinery.
——Steel Angels.
At this mont, Duncan was greatly shocked, not because of the nearby five-star unit marked as the chanical Bishop, but at this Steel Angel statue directly in front of him.
——Steel Angel (chanical Armor) (Incarnation) (Not Activated) (Neutral) (Golden Skull Mark)!
This thing is alive.
Buzz.
At this mont, above the majestic church, a wall suddenly moved; nurous precise gears and levers operated, and the steel relief on the wall changed. The outline of an Angel gradually erged, but it wasn’t human-shaped. Instead, it was made of a gear structure embedded inside a circular fra, with countless engraved runes externally, ultimately forming an eye-patterned chanical Angel.
——Eye of Insight (chanical Armor)!
The gear eye, over ten ters in diater, had a silver-white eyeball embedded inside. It rotated once, scanning all the tens of thousands of attendees before slowly rging into the wall, becoming a steel relief.
At this mont, Duncan even felt a slight sense of crisis.
But fortunately, it quickly vanished.
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