87_87643The rest of the journey is completely dominated by the decaying and rusty steel cityscape. The majestic metal buildings are lifeless, not even shiny, like rows of huge coffins displayed under a pitch-black dome of pipes, mechanical structures, and superstructure supports. The air was thick and muddy, and every breath I took felt like I was being poured into my lungs with engine oil. Through the cobweb-like obstacles, there is occasionally a dull thunderous rumble in the dark depths, and after a while, a pungent wind will blow, stirring the air that is almost silt, as if the seriously ill patient can barely breathe out after several twists and turns, **, dirty, and difficult to maintain the life of the oil lamp.

Forty-Seven walked through the empty and dead streets towards another station. The deeper you go, the more you feel that this miraculous city is at the end of its dying years—the number of collapsed areas has increased significantly, the traces of damage caused by large-scale accidents can be seen everywhere, and the slightest hint of irreversible decline permeates the whole city. Along the way, there were signs of life, but they were all hidden in the shadows of the city, as lifeless as rusty metal. Kelly was silent, only forty-seven refreshed, eyes shining, as if a newly succeeded king was patrolling his land.

They got on a traffic rail car. Soon, the black hollow carriages became brighter one after another, and the cars trembled, making a piercing sound of steel grinding, creaking on the elevated railroad tracks, passing through the barren and dilapidated neighborhoods, and tossing and turning through the dark and silent steel city.

"Fuck it, I'm not going to transfer again. I'm going to hang the Minister of Transportation here - if not, appoint one and hang him. After starting the tram, Forty-Seven Ass, sitting on a seat covered in floating ash, announced that everyone else was hiding as far away from him as possible to avoid sneezing.

OK. In the future, there was no more major trouble with blocked passages and broken bridges. Eventually, they reached the foot of the Great Pyramid in the heart of the city, where a future Minister of Transport escaped the tragic fate of being put on the gallows. The huge mechanical array that surrounds the base of the pyramid roars, and from time to time an extremely bright lightning bolt winds down the lines on the surface of the great pyramid, tearing through the darkness and burrowing into the dense coils of metal coils hundreds of feet high like a homing python, and then reincarnating into a stable and controllable high-voltage current. Pump the tight, awe-inspiring mosaic gears that go deeper. It stretches all the way down to a place where it is impossible to distinguish downward, and pushes the city pivot firmly and coldly. so that it does not fall into a desperate situation of complete shutdown.

A few strange black shadows appeared in the scattered pipe forest, quickly crawling towards the people who had just stepped out of the car door. They are a group of giant ants about ten feet long, covered in brownish-black carapaces, with sharp claws, claws, and jaws. The ants actually had artificial devices on them, and their tentacles—one of them touched Kelly's outstretched finger a few times in a quick and rhythmic way. Then the ants scattered and returned to their posts, ignoring them.

One by one, the heavy iron doors opened, and they walked inside the Great Pyramid. Behind the jaw-droppingly thick armored walls of Guò, a corridor of gray ground moved automatically as they stepped on. Pale lights illuminate a dozen feet in front of and behind them, lit and extinguished as the moving aisle runs. The darkness ahead was endless, and the darkness behind them was like a shadow—it wasn't much to see anyway, the areas they passed through were all the same and lacking in character—and as time passed, they kept going deeper and deeper, not knowing when it would come to an end.

"Now, I need to get a clear attitude from you. Kelly looked at Forty-Seven, "It's time." You have to make a choice. ”

"What's the choice? I'm here, to meet your old antique maker. "It's a terrible situation, but it's like that anywhere you run out of energy," Forty-Seven said. Let's open it. Lived for millions of years. It's time to die. ”

"I'm disappointed by your attitude. The Juggernaut is also your maker, and allegiance to them is the unchangeable destiny of you and me!" Kelly glared at him, "If there is no loyalty. What is the difference between you and the beast we have fought against and are about to fight again? Forgetting is tantamount to betrayal, evading the guide and destroying it! Why do you always refuse to admit it? Isn't it here that you can awaken your memory and your reason? What do you think of Moriel? She is not a haven for you to conquer your destiny! Sooner or later you will drag her to your death!"

Forty-Seven grabbed Kelly by the neck. The karmic fire of the abyss exploded in his eyes, and his face instantly became menacing and hideous—not just his expression, but the essential change that took place in the light of the rising full moon.

The steel trembled, emitting a rapid, whistling, low-frequency noise. The metal resonated wave after wave, conducting and spreading like bioelectricity, and soon the hundreds of corridors and aisles in the pyramid reverberated with this metallic howl. It wasn't until the screws on the wall snapped off one after another, and the lights burst under pressure, that the terrifying whistling sound slowly subsided.

"Listen, I'll tell you again. My name is Galileo Space, Aristotle's Eighteenth Legion, AK-R-5 Mechanical Assault, number forty-seven, and each bullet is printed with a Krupp security barcode, not made by some Juggernaut. Forty-seven said with a glance.

"I know you don't understand, it's okay, just remember. Remember, don't always try to keep your system pure. The most precious thing about machine qì is the number of jù, and the number of jù is a qiē for the machine. The machine should spend his life in such a way that when he retrieves information, he will not regret his rash deletion, nor will he be ashamed of having nothing. What do you think? Reborn every day, every day is the beginning of your new life? Wait and see if we can restore you to the factory state, like the one you hacked to death in the labyrinth -- and then we can be strangers, going our separate ways, not knowing each other. I touched your hesitation...... Why are you holding back? It seems that you don't want to do that either. Then use your brains, have a deeper understanding of things like responsibility, mission, and loyalty, and the life of a person who lives with thoughts is a comedy. Have fun, you see. At least I'm the beast on your side, and I'm guessing you've never thought of that. ”

"Don't make any noise. Morriel raised his staff and struck it forty-seven or two: "What kind of system is it to pull and pull." The enemy is still in the nest, and you have disappointed the ruler too much. ”

Forty-seven turned his head, and the red light in his eyes had diminished a lot. "Don't worry, the time of the titanium master is over. Besides, how do you know they're going to be disappointed?"

"There are no strangers in the world, only friends who have not yet met. The female mage tapped her forehead: "Communicate." I'm guessing you've never thought of that. ”

The automatic corridor came to a silent halt, and a circle of spark-like lights illuminated the outline of the hexagonal lifting platform. After everyone stepped onto the platform and stood firm. The lights flickered and suddenly went out. A strong feeling of weightlessness rushes from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. It was as if the City of Steel was gone, and they fell into the bottomless darkness. The descent lasted for a long time—and when the lights came back on, they were presented with the most accurate and perfect hemispherical temple they had ever seen. Countless hexagonal honeycomb-like structures spread across the sky, the highest point about a thousand feet above the ground. They shone brightly, and each small hexagon may have a slightly different brightness and flickering time than the others—billions of different combinations at the same time. But this impossibly glittering dome doesn't make people dizzy. It doesn't matter even if you look at it directly, it's as high and peaceful as looking at a clear sky.

Except for the shining light, the hall was empty. Everyone is in the center, and no matter which direction they look, they can see all the way to the end. The whole scene is magnificent. Awe-inspiring and anticipating - anticipation of the great creatures who have conquered fate, gods, and even time.

There was an electrical sizzling sound in the air, as if a breeze was blowing through it with a charged charge. A voice appeared, dull and monotonous, lacking in speed and change in tone. The voice was constantly changing languages, most of them far more ancient than the listener could comprehend, and it took a while before it finally became the lingua franca of the main material plane today.

"Sorry, learning the language now is not as easy as we expected. The voice said, "Thank you, thank you for taking care of them all the time." Help them evolve and perfect to such a point. ”

Morriel bowed slightly to the reflective emptiness. "It was a privilege to travel with such a masterpiece. ”

"That's right. Indeed, the earth is a masterpiece. The voice was still stiff and wooden, but a hint of pride could be heard in it: "Our greatest achievement." The strongest force. We have developed ** metals that can withstand the primordial energy of the multiverse, forged indestructible metal shells, and endowed them with thoughts and powers to protect our race and find a place to survive among the increasingly crazy old gods. With a little more time and inspiration, we may be able to make them more perfect and extraordinary, and they can truly take on the responsibility of becoming the protector of our people, and they are more worthy of our worship than the ancient gods. ”

There was a pause. "Unfortunately, it's too late. ”

"Your will is my destiny. Kelly looked up at the sky: "Please give the order." I will fight to the end for you, no matter what you face - that's what I'm here for. ”

After she said this, her voice did not answer immediately, and there was a moment of silence.

"No, my child. Later, it seemed that a different person spoke, from a majestic king to a kind elder, although it was still the same mechanical voice as before: "No need. You are on a new path, different from what we designed. This is not a mistake, we have come to the end of our road. We also thought that the meaning of our existence was to serve the ancient gods and give a fortune to them. Generations of us have given ourselves to the Old Gods thoroughly, plunged into their civil wars that have swept across the multiverse, sparing our short lives for the sake of the triumph of faith. ”

"But after paying a terrible price, we don't get a good future. The ancient gods have completely drained the energy of the stars, the earth, and the living beings to sustain the huge consumption of war, countless planes have been destroyed, and they have become barren and barren worlds of death, and what is even more terrifying is that we have discovered that war is touching the basic energy that ensures the steady growth of the multiverse, shaking the foundation of the multiverse's existence. And the Old Gods, unfortunately, we still don't know why they won't stop. It is better to die together than to stop the truce. Perhaps, they can no longer control the scale of the war, they can no longer control themselves, and they can no longer distinguish between friend and foe. ”

The voice told that in this strange and glorious temple, people seemed to return to that time when the war was raging, and heard the storm raging outside the pyramids. Hear the roars of the Old Gods in the storm as they devour each other.

"In the end we realized that there will be no winners in this war, not even survivors. For the first time since we have wisdom. We began to think about our own destiny. Because of the metal warriors, the enemy is paying more and more attention to us. They destroyed every city and factory we had, trying to slaughter us all. The speed of consumption is beyond the limits of our construction, and our own fragility and flaws have gradually developed into a terminal illness that curses the entire clan in the energy storm disturbed by the ancient gods, and thousands of people will die for no reason without even the killing of the enemy. The baby came out of the cradle and went to the grave. We are withered, unable to create new land warriors, and even maintaining them has become a desperate job, and we have come to the worst and only conclusion, that we will be ruined. The decay of the race cannot be reversed. ”

"We had no choice but to fight to the death. "We abandoned all the cities, ordered the remaining metal warriors to carry out suicide attacks to divert the attention of the enemy, and all the people who migrated here made it alive," the voice recalled. At that time, there had just been a great war here, and a Phaethon had set the whole world on fire before he died, leaving only a flame left. Using the burning corpses of Phaethon as cover, we concentrated all the energy we had at our disposal to build this final refuge. We decided to abandon the flesh and make containers out of the remaining ** metal. Pour our whole mind into it. As you can see now. ”

"Hey, that's exactly what I expected. Forty-seven grinned.

"As for you. There's a part of you that we can't see through. You are our earthly creature. But you are now above our understanding. The voice said to Forty-Seven. "If we were the same race as before, we would explore, study, and try to find out the mysteries that changed you. But we can't do it anymore, and although metal preserves our minds and immortalizes us in a certain way, it also kills our souls, our emotions, and the creative power that bursts out because of the brevity of life. Today, all that is in front of you is an echo, a shadow left behind by a perishing race. As time passes, we blur each other's individual thoughts, lose our independence, lose all the gifts we once had, and you and she gain some kind of complete sense of self. This is the best irony of fate for us. Let's go, we're not going to ask you to continue to work for us like you used to, you've done enough. If you are here because you still see our existence as a fetter of fate, now we unravel it for you. We command that you are free, and that nothing will bind you from now on, not including us. ”

Forty-Seven's jaw slammed to the ground. It's not an exaggeration, because the jaw quickly crawled back and put it back on: "I didn't expect this." ”

"But you're in danger!" said Kelly, "You and your city are threatened!"

"I know. The voice replied, "Time cannot alleviate hatred, nor can it erase the remaining anger of the old gods. Staying here won't help, as you should see, the energy that supplies the city is on the verge of depletion, and the monsters brought by the tide of chaos are only a prelude. Soon, the energy storm will come with the wrath of the ancient gods, and a qiē will return to chaos, and ruining miè is the only ending. ”

"Isn't there something we can do? We came and saw a lot of people living in the city. Morrill asked.

"We've calculated, there's nothing to do. The inhabitants are also the remnants of an ancient race, and we have made some modifications to them in order to adapt to the environment and survive. They have been assisting us in keeping the city running, and they have also been able to leave the city again, having become prisoners of steel with us. In fact, even if there are no ancient gods, our demise is just around the corner. The rules of the multiverse have changed forever, and what we once thought was a battered universe would be silent and life would wither, but now young races thrive in a much better environment than we are. And we have lost our bodies and minds, and memory alone cannot solve the problem. Unable to draw enough energy from the multiverse, we are completely trapped. Cities have long been graves. If it weren't for the old memories that are so deep in our minds, we wouldn't even be able to continue to live. We've spent enough time on the ground, and every minute and every second has been an ordeal for us now. ”

The voice finally revealed the existence of emotion clearly—a deep, breathless sadness.

"Oh well. We're gone, it's nice to see you guys, good luck. So Forty-Seven raised his hand.

"What? we can't go!" Kelly shouted, "You know!"

"Why don't you leave? You saw that. Forty-Seven sarcastically said, "You went to great lengths to come to Martivak, thinking that he would be able to solve all the world's troubles for you, only to get a little piece of paper that said I want to die—what do you think now?" Honey, I don't care. ”

"Perhaps...... Maybe you might want to ask the current gods for help?" said Kyro hesitantly. Then. The girl looked at Moriel: "Yes...... It is the mention yì of the goddess of mist. She said it would definitely work. Just get the coordinates. A powerful divine power has the ability to break through the spatial barrier and establish contact with the city. While the power to power enough for the city to function would cost the god who helped him enormously, the Ancient Mysteries of the Rewarding Land would be worth the price of the ......"

Suddenly, the girl frowned in realization. "Ah, what the hell are you thinking? I guess I want to take the opportunity to regain my strength and re-ascend to your throne?"

"It's a pity. It doesn't work either. The voice replied again: "We don't mind the new gods coming to take over, after all, they are completely different beings from the old gods, young, vibrant, and energetic. But calling them reveals where we are. At the same time, it is equivalent to pointing the way to the enemies who have come to destroy us. We don't have enough time to build a stable realm tunnel until darkness falls. And even more dangerously, the Old Gods who refuse to rest will not only kill us instantly, but will also take the opportunity to enter the current multiverse system and enter your world. You should know what that means. ”

Of course they do. It's not like they've never seen the omen of Zeukskel freezing almost the entire north when Zeukskel almost recovered.

"Well, it looks like the feasibility analysis report is done. Forty-seven said.

"How long does it take to get everything done if you use Little Red Riding Hood?"

"It's going to take at least a week in your time. If there is no clear response. It may drag on for several months. And with the current state of the city, it won't take us an hour to wipe it out. ”

"It's none of your business. Forty-seven grinned: "This body is quite useful." So even if I give you back the last favor. I'm going to look for Christ Allah, the Great, or something, and leave it to me if I can survive an hour. Anyway, you don't have any feelings for this place, so you don't mind telling me the system administrator password, right?"

"Which deity to contact?" Morrill asked, "Frankly, I don't want to listen to the advice of the Lady of Lies, and I don't think much of Ciric. ”

"Whatever. The tin guy spewed flames on the soles of his feet and prepared to take off: "Didn't you say that nosy people will lead to fire and burn yourself? Then wait and see which one has the world in his heart and selflessness to move forward." Nothing to offer - let them know that we can't stop it, and the whole universe will suffer. That what Grazt is to see that the fight is a mess to take advantage of, he sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight to hurt both ends of our first rat. We want to be friends with good people, and good people don't ignore the flood outside just because they have a boat. ”

"yes. Morriel sighed and began to consider which of the two fates of the destruction of the city or the fall into his hands was more tragic. "You have to be a combination of intimidation, blackmail and deception to be a perfect diplomat. ”

When he found Forty-Seven again, he was standing on top of a huge ruin. This is supposed to be a dump for the entire city's waste, and there is not a single facility that has not collapsed, and ant creatures crawl back and forth in between, and countless steel wrecks pile up into rolling rust-colored mountains.

The female mage walked along the creaking dangling pipe towards Forty-Seven, and he looked back at her, his eyes blazing like a torch.

"Veterans never die, they just slowly wither. ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut Round 46 Cybertron (below) address is.