Chapter 426: Magic Machine, Mortal Cry (Third Update)

"My God, really my God, is above. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Quedra looked at the object in front of him and wanted to touch it. But under the gaze of several other alchemy masters, there was no chance at all.

"Say. Master Gobir. You are not wronged at all by being burned at the stake. If I were the Grand Pope of the Holy Light Sect, I would also throw you at the stake! This invention of yours is too dangerous! ā€

I can't help but be so incoherent, it's really shocking to see the scene in front of me.

In front of his eyes, he was in front of the alchemists who shared honor and disgrace.

A large machine made entirely of metal is located here. The machine is oddly curved, with countless tiny parts and even large metal plates. Like a giant beast, like a monster, it makes people feel terrified!

"Little friend of Kuidra, look at this workmanship, this carving, this exquisiteness, what a perfect work of art. Can you know what it does? ā€

Gobel was a noble man, a pure man, a man detached from low tastes.

He was rescued from Richard's Big City by Kuedra after being picked up by the Dawn Society. However, after receiving a simple treatment for a short time, he didn't even think about revenge for destroying the city. It's a headlong dive into an underground laboratory.

He's a real kid now, constantly showing off his toys to the people around him. The excitement and pride on his face were indescribable.

"Oh God. I read a little less, but I'm not stupid. It's like a engine. ā€

"It's not an engine." Vientiane interrupted Quedra's reverie without hesitation.

"The process of the engine is too complicated, there is no finished product, no drawings, no process steps, and even the most basic communication. It is absolutely impossible to succeed just by relying on the inheritance of several generations and building behind closed doors. ā€

"But it doesn't look like a steam engine to me. Was there such grandeur in the steam engine? ā€

"Stupid, the environmental basis of the Atlas is completely different from Earth. Even the humane trajectory of development is different, and if something like a steam engine really appears, that's a strange thing. Don't you want others to change? ā€

"This is amazing, they are going to directly pull the first industrial revolution?"

Kuedra's eyes bulged out, and at this moment he suddenly felt that these sub-alchemists were against the sky.

"The style of painting in this world has simply changed too fast, and the other day it was a Western magic world. Even the figures of the so-called gods appear frequently. Why did you just come out of this thing now? ā€

Kuedra could not even imagine the large numbers of poor people and civilians wearing standard equipment, carrying planes, artillery, and tanks. Take out the little fat man, the big boy. The scene of singing "The Internationale" in his mouth, completely overwhelming the extraordinary power of this world.

"New times, old dregs, unimaginable maelstroms. It turns out that the introduction of the infinite system did not go wrong. ā€

Looking at this strange machine, the turbulence in Kuedra's heart was not at all something that anyone standing here could imagine!

"Not necessarily, maybe that's not what you think. Maybe it's a shaved ice machine. ā€

Vientiane's words, as before, did not slip away. It made Quedra complain.

"Dry. Vientiane, you fool me, the production process of the shaved ice machine is more complicated, okay. If they can make a shaved ice machine, I'm going to be really crazy. ā€

And it was at the moment when the two of them were complaining. The people here didn't pay attention to him at all.

"Gobir, your faction has lasted for six generations and hundreds of years. Finally it worked. ā€

The dawn of the bright sky - Pierre Hugo, president of the Shunshan Retreat. He also put on a gold-rimmed glasses, stroking the machine tremblingly.

Dawn Radiance, this is what countless people on the mainland call their group of people.

They were after the fall of the Middle Ages gods and the complete dissipation of the glory of wizards. It is made up of mortals who hold some of the secrets of wizards.

Their greatest wish in life is to eliminate all barriers on the mainland and completely liberate mankind from tiresome work and layers of oppressive classes!

Have your own will and get your own freedom. Don't be seduced by the gods and become a puppet without its own will. Don't be enslaved by wizards and do some terrifying experiments that you can't grasp at all!

Originally, they had a chance, and in such a chaotic world situation, they had even established their own regime.

It's just a pity that with the sudden rise of the God of Light, the Blood Knight was born, at the time of the collision of the two levels.

These ordinary people who don't have any power, just have ideals, and don't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder! Scattered mud, the sorrow of an era is nothing more than this!

Time is quiet. With the establishment of a whole kingdom order belonging to the gods of light and the blood knights, their wishes are truly far away.

Without their own power, they have been persecuted by the church, and everything is a joke!

"The so-called revolution, especially the revolution of the transcendent world, is not at all something that ordinary people can play with.

Even if it is wrapped in the humane consciousness of the association, it is claimed to suppress all disobedience. But between extraordinary individuals, extraordinary organizations, is there no will of their own?

Could it be that if you inhale fairy energy, others will inhale haze? Compared with the number of people, compared with the power, compared with the strength, ordinary people are not comparable at all. It is simply impossible to want a revolution! ā€

"But now it's different. The appearance of such things, the wave of the industrial revolution, can break out at any time. Unless you put it out now. Tsk tsk"

Although Kuedra can be said to have no strength here, he has come from another plane, which in itself is an unimaginable asset.

Stand ahead of the times and look into the distance. He saw farther than anyone else in the world!

"Yes, Master Hugo. After hundreds of years of hard work, we have finally succeeded!

Its power is immense. In my experimental data, it is comparable to a real five to six earth bulls with ancient bloodlines!

As long as there is such power. No matter what kind of work we do, we are freed from the hardest labor.

The so-called material, the so-called spirit. It can no longer be used as an obstacle to the spread of civilization on the Orjas continent, and it can even help!

With its help, the long-cherished wish of our Dawn Society for a thousand years can be fully realized. ā€

"Good stuff, really good stuff! With it, many of our weapons are of use! ā€

The alchemy masters who can stand here, although they don't have any strength of their own, they all have their own alchemy system inheritance. Naturally, we also know the significance of its birth to the world!

With such force, too many fantastical weapons can become reality.

In the face of the church, in addition to blood knights, wizard mages, ordinary people finally have the strength to fight back.