"You go make the arrangents."
Very quickly, the church steward standing next to the chanical Priest bowed his head and said, "Yes, sir."
Unbeknownst to anyone.
By the ti the Number Three Human Form finished reciting all the chanical Prayers, the Steel Armor before him had transford.
——"Steel Armor (Curiosities): The chanical Divine Sect has imbued steel with supernatural power through the engraving of chanical prayers, but it still needs to be coated with holy oil and activated with devout faith and primordial magic power. Once fully completed, this Steel Armor is considered a chanical Marvel."
The chanical prayers inscribed on it were like an integrated circuit, and Duncan had already fully charged it.
At that mont, the church steward approached and said: "Please follow ."
Under the guidance of the church steward, Duncan passed through a dim corridor, descending directly into the underground of the prayer room. This underground space was more extensive than anticipated. The doors of the crisscrossing passageways led to unknown destinations.
Duncan felt that he had been walking for quite so ti.
It wasn’t until steam began to spurt, and the church steward opened a piston valve, that a chanical cell resembling a sauna room appeared before him.
——chanical Monk (Four-Star Silver Gray)!
As the steam gradually dissipated, Duncan’s sight was filled with the sight of a figure seated with crossed legs. His upper body was bare, with two chanical interfaces at his scapulae, from which extended silver-gray cables surrounded by arcs of jumping electricity. His hands were self-bound with chains engraved with countless Steel Runes, the ends resembling a nine-section whip, also leaping with eerie blue electric sparks, connecting directly to the electromagnetic axis at the front of the room.
Sizzle! Crackle!
In the midst of the jumping electric arcs, the most striking feature was the head of the chanical Monk, which was bald. On top of his head was a lted-like keratin layer imprinted with nurous weld marks.
Almost everyone knew about the monk’s scars, and this chanical Monk’s head had those weld-like marks.
Beside him, the church steward respectfully bowed his head and said, "Master Qiao."
"This is the apprentice who just passed the assessnt."
A series of electric arcs surged into the chanical Monk’s body as he withdrew his hand. The steel-gray skin instantly recoiled the chains around his waist. He slowly raised his head, his voice coarse as he asked, "Why was he sent to ?"
"Where is Bishop Mandes?"
The church steward respectfully replied, "The Bishop has temporarily gone to Zone F43. It is said that a lost ancient relic was discovered there."
Master Qiao slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were completely lted, a vitreous body in the eye socket resembling a molten glass structure. The chanical Monk turned to look at Duncan with a slightly surprised expression and said, "Not bad talent!"
"Follow ."
In his past life, Duncan was just an ordinary person. By relying on the accumulation of the Number One Human Form, he beca a one-in-a-million genius.
But in a world with hundreds of billions of people, a one-in-a-million genius was just considered decent talent in the eyes of the chanical Monk. Only soone outstanding among a billion might truly shock him.
Duncan followed him into the secret chamber in the back.
A church attendant from the chanical Church entered, dressed as a monk but appearing like an ordinary person, with regular skin color. He handed over a tool, speaking softly: "This is used to remove body hair."
"None can be left."
Hmm?
Completely shaved?
The church attendant kindly offered, "Need any help?"
Duncan imdiately refused, "No need. Thank you."
The whole process only took a dozen minutes, and Duncan even shaved his eyebrows, feeling very uncomfortable. He then undressed, entering naked into the space where the rising steam greeted him with a scent of machine oil mixed with spices.
On either side were church attendants from the chanical Church applying holy oil on Duncan, one male and one female. The woman was easy to deal with, but the man applying holy oil felt awkward.
The chanical Monk pressed his hands together toward the Shen Kan beside him. Inside the Shen Kan was a statue resembling a Vajra Ruler, quite similar to the Buddhist statues in Duncan’s mory, but entirely covered with Steel Armor. The Vajra Pestle in hand had morphed into a formidable firearm, the prayer beads engraved with Steel Runes, sculptured into tal skull motifs.
This was one of the Vajra Rulers beneath the Steel Angels’ seat, originating from the Eastern Esoteric Sect.
The integration result of those Esoteric Monks.
After the unification under the chanical Divine Sect’s faith, various god-like existences assud different chanical aspects. Even so ancient Esoteric Practitioners who worshiped demigods were incorporated into the chanical Divine Sect’s belief system.
The chanical Monk slowly took a fingernail-sized transistor from beneath the Shen Kan.
——"Nano chanical Transformation Liquid (Curiosities): A marvel of nanotechnology developed by the chanical Divine Sect. When injected into the body, nano-constructed bodies will affect the individual’s tabolism, strengthening bones, muscles, and blood, while providing immunity to conventional diseases, and gradually enhancing environntal adaptability.
During subsequent advancents, these nano-constructed bodies will dissolve within the bones, leading to a tallization transformation in the chanical Priest’s skeleton."
(Warning!)
(After injecting this curiosity, you will slowly transform into a half-human, half-constructed race template.)
(If you cannot control its power, you may suffer backlash and turn into a mindless chanical body.)
Threads of electric arcs jumped around.
The chanical Monk gazed intently at Duncan before him, slowly asking, "Are you prepared, young man?"
Duncan slowly nodded.
With the assistance of the church attendants on either side, Duncan was completely subrged in the Holy Pool. He felt like he was about to choke on machine oil!
The next mont.
The chanical Monk struck like lightning, too fast to see clearly, directly injecting the Nano chanical Transformation Liquid into his body.
The heart started pumping!
At that mont, Duncan felt as if his heart was a turbine. As the Nano chanical Transformation Liquid blended into his blood, his heartbeat beca more rapid. These minuscule nano-sized constructed bodies perated his entire being, affecting the gene structure at the cellular level.
anwhile, on the Dinsion Space’s projection page.
Duncan caught a fleeting sight of an enormous silhouette, a construct resembling a light-cast crystal entity, built with crystal-like rhombic patterns, internally structured like a complex matrix, and slightly reminiscent of the Naru worshipped by the Draenei, hovering above the black pyramid.
This is the prototype of the Nano chanical Transformation Liquid, a special substance capable of gradually transforming flesh into machinery.
It is a pure chanical body, composed of countless molecular-level tiny chanisms.
What is it?
The earthly vessel of the chanical God? Or an earthly vessel of so Angel?
For a long ti, Duncan harbored a suspicion, naly that the God of Ten Thousand Machines, whom the chanical Divine Sect worships, is either a mighty entity who acquired the divine position of ’machinery’ or is fundantally a conceptual deity akin to artificial intelligence advanced to a higher level!
The simultaneous betrayal of the chanical God by seven Guardian Angels certainly had its reasons.
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