Capítulo 2393: Chapter 798: chanical Soul Rejoices?
But the connections are still there.
The Calculating Pearls and Generation Three and a Half Core Beads you’re using now were all obtained through their connections. Don’t underestimate the Church of the Machine Spirit. Even though they aren’t officially recognized by the Steam Lord, they have significant influence in Charldo Harbor and the Ligurian Peninsula.
Besides, my junior Minkus is also suspected to be an important mber of the Church of the Machine Spirit.
Of course, like , he uses an alias.
After all, we are students of Professor Old Bach. We are devoted materialists, and our engagent with the Church of the Machine Spirit is rely to understand their technological route. To truly join them… uh, we can’t afford to lose face like that…
This practice of turning technology into mysticism and knowledge into faith is seen as quite absurd by us orthodox chanics.”
“Then could you help make the introductions and invite a group of mbers from the Church of the Machine Spirit to Transylvania to join the grand feast?”
Murphy made his request.
He said:
“My Foreign Warriors would absolutely love their ideologies and might even voluntarily help them expand their faith, maybe even tweak their doctrines a bit. As it stands, their beliefs are still too conservative; they should be a bit more fanatical.
At the very least, they need to shout out that classic line – ‘The flesh is weak; the chanism ascends.’
“Hey, don’t ss around, Murphy!”
Old Flywheel flared up upon hearing this, screaming:
“I don’t know what’s going on with the foreigners, but we have subspace here! The Steam Lords have been suppressing the activities of the Church of the Machine Spirit because they’re afraid that spreading faith everywhere will create terrifying waves in subspace…
If so ill-fated God of chanism really does co into existence, the tech developnt of our world, already warped by Burning Gold, would be dood.
Faith and chanics…
Those are two entirely different domains! Don’t…
Hmm?
What’s that noise?”
Old Flywheel and Murphy both turned to look at the workshop behind them, where very peculiar noises were emanating, as if so kind of heavy machinery was slowly being activated. The explosive rumbling of the steam boiler and the vibrations from the collisions of chanical structures changed Old Flywheel’s expression dramatically.
Cursing, he tossed down his pipe and rushed into the workshop, with Murphy close behind.
But in the next second, as the big and small n rushed into the workshop, both were stunned in place.
In front of them, “Dragon Cavalry One”, which Old Flywheel had already deed “a useless piece of junk that couldn’t be started”, was slowly detaching itself from the suspension fra in an indescribable sluggish manner.
Blinding electric currents covered its internal frawork. Every motion caused capacitors on its chanical body to explode in glaring sparks, and the wet piece “brain” that couldn’t connect with the chanical control Core Bead no matter how hard it was tried was now emitting subtle lights.
In the continual winding of the four coil electrodes, the massive Dragon Cavalry One seed genuinely endowed with so indescribable “vitality”.
It consistently moved its chanical structure, striving to resist the chanical locks restraining it, looking like a warrior shaking off a hangover and striving to adapt to a new body to break free from chains.
With a loud clang amidst the flying sparks, the thing tore through six chanical locks to free itself. It landed on the ground, its six chanical legs moving like a spider’s. Each action discarded so parts from its structure, wobbling around like a chanical fra about to fall apart, or a drunken big Northern fellow, adjusting its gait and stance shakily.
But “it” adapted quickly.
Under the stunned gaze of Old Flywheel and Murphy, it took re seconds for this big fellow to learn how to stabilize its body with six chanical legs and move forward.
“You! What did you two do to my failed design?”
Old Flywheel roared at the equally terrified Little Sheron and Little Ruyi. The two Little Potatoes let out embarrassed and bewildered laughs, clearly not knowing what strange operation they did that directly brought Dragon Cavalry One to life.
But Murphy, squinting at the activated “Dragon Cavalry”, thought deeply.
Old Flywheel had already clearly affird that this design was a failure. Old Flywheel’s level in engineering isn’t the best on this continent, but it’s undoubtedly in the top five.
If he says it won’t work, it truly doesn’t!
At least within the existing technological theory on the continent, this concept is unachievable, yet this Dragon Cavalry right before them had broken that theory and co to life.
This certainly isn’t a showcase of steam engineering; this matter has surpassed normal logic and entered the realm of “mysticism,” prompting Murphy to, in the next instant, grab Little Sheron’s arm, who was running out with Ruyi. He pulled her outside and asked:
“Was it ‘Eden’ that did this?”
“I don’t know, Sir Murphy.”
Ellen shouted:
“Maybe it was, it followed to Transylvania… Oh my God, I had no idea what I did just now, this big robot just ca to life on its own, it feels like a soul is trapped inside. This is so cool… uh, no!
What I an is this is truly evil!”
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