Chapter 235 Extra: Mortals in the Four Great Eras (2)
Bol's morning's work was quickly over.
The blessing prayer he engraved is a variant of the mantra. It is said that it was brought by a kind of outsider called Huimin. It was later improved by the Holy Spirit Messiah and became the today's blessing mantra.
This peculiar rune mantra is usually difficult for outsiders to activate, and must be used by those with unique abilities and belief in the sacred Terra.
"Father Kerrigan."
When Bol walked out of the processing workshop, he saw the tall priest. The man's right arm had just been replaced with a mechanical prosthesis and was being maintained. He was applying engine oil very lovingly.
Father Kerrigan was nearly two meters tall, more like a warrior than a warrior. He looked down at Bol in front of him, glanced at his prosthetic limbs and said, "Child, have you grown taller?"
Boll was confused when he heard this, looked at himself, nodded and said: "It seems so."
Father Kerrigan knelt down, stretched out his hand to touch his prosthetic limb, and measured it: "Indeed. Your prosthetic limb needs to be modified."
"Add another gear."
"This way, if you grow taller in the future, it won't affect your movements."
Bohr thanked: "Thank you, Father."
There are many people with mutilated limbs working in this factory. Many people suffered in the initial turmoil, but some survived. It was not until the Church of Terra entered the city of Dorne that they were rescued by the Mechanic Priest.
When leaving the factory, Boll saw a familiar figure, that was a beautiful young girl.
The other party was wearing the robe of a Terra priest, and was followed by two mechanical priests.
"It's her."
A hint of envy appeared in Bol's eyes. He followed the others and stood respectfully on the left and right, watching the girl leave with the two mechanical priests.
Once, she was a flower girl at the Grand Clock, and he was selling cigarettes near the Grand Theater.
But now the other party is already a noble person favored by the God of Terra, and he has also become a believer in the God of Machinery, the Messiah.
The big time is coming.
Everyone's destiny has undergone earth-shaking changes. Bol did not dare to ask for the divine grace of Holy Terra. He only hoped that one day he could be promoted to a priest through hard work, and at the very least he would be a transcendent.
The gifts of Holy Terra are elusive.
According to legend, there are humble slaves who receive divine favor, and there are noble knights who receive favor. The will of Holy Terra cares for all living beings equally. No matter what your identity is, you are likely to be favored by Terra's will.
Factory area.
Father Kerrigan watched Boer leave. Behind him, a trainee priest whispered: "Mentor."
"Since you think so highly of him, why don't you help him complete the promotion ceremony?"
Father Kerrigan shook his head and said: "There is no rush."
"This kid is a little special."
"The first time I made a mechanical prosthesis for him, I found that the structure seemed to be activated by him. The machine that was not supposed to have spirituality actually shone with a faint spiritual light."
"He may be being watched by Holy Terra!"
Dock area.
Bol's lunch was something similar to pasta, and he added an extra half of stew, because the work was very hard, and engraving blessing prayers on magic steel plates was not an easy task, and his The salary is very good and there is no need to save on food.
"Yeah."
"The day after tomorrow, I will take my younger brothers and sisters to eat halfling grilled fish."
Bol glanced at the corner alley. The owner of the grilled fish shop was busy. He was very agile. He could grill more than ten pieces of fish at the same time without appearing to be in a hurry. There were often night watchmen gathering there for dinner, but they would dress up like Just like ordinary office workers.
In the afternoon.
Boll still works as usual. He usually takes the initiative to work overtime until eight o'clock in the evening, because there are fewer people at that time and he can pray alone in the small shrine of the factory.
"Praise to the Messiah!"
When Bol walked out of the pier, it was already dark, and there were very few pedestrians under the street lights. Everyone had not yet recovered from the disaster of the blood moon.
I don’t know if it’s my own imagination.
Bol felt that his prosthetic limb seemed a little different today. He found that he walked very briskly and could even run like a normal person. So, he decided to give it a try.
Bol started running without any discomfort. The mechanical prosthesis on his right leg seemed to be integrated with him and became a part of his body. You must know that his prosthetic limb is just a very ordinary mechanical structure, not a special strange thing like a mechanical priest. It has a simple mechanical structure and is attached to the thigh. It is connected to the severed limb when in use and can be removed when resting.
"Did Father Kerrigan use any special oil maintenance on me?"
Bol looked at his prosthetic leg curiously.
He had a very subtle feeling at this moment, as if his consciousness was integrated with the mechanical prosthetic leg, and he actually felt like a phantom limb.
In legend.
If a mechanical priest is highly integrated with his prosthetic limb, even if he does not have any sensory system, he will be able to detect changes in his prosthetic limb, and even feel a trace of pain from the prosthetic limb when he is injured.
Bol feels that way now.
He felt as if his right leg had grown back again, but it was no longer made of flesh and bone, but a combination of machinery and gears. His spirit was spreading along the machinery, and where the gears were inlaid, it seemed like Like a knee, there was a slight itching sensation.
"Is it an illusion?"
Boll didn't know. He could only suppress the doubts in his heart and return home, preparing to ask Father Kerrigan tomorrow.
The night is getting darker.
Bol took off his prosthetic limb and looked at it carefully. He used engine oil to maintain the mechanical parts and wiped every corner with a soft towel. After completing all this, he simply prayed and placed his prosthetic limb on the took a seat next to the bed.
That night, he seemed to have entered a magnificent dream.
That is a magical country!
Countless huge gears are suspended in the void, and those huge gears fit together in a wonderful rhythm. They seem to be the ultimate incarnation of order. On each huge gear, they are spread across countries large and small. There are strange-looking but regular residents there. They are like parts of a huge machine, maintaining the operation of this country of gears.
Bol's consciousness was wandering.
He flew over countless gears and finally arrived at a majestic gate, the Gate of All Machines. Pistons roared, turbines started, levers lifted and lowered, bells rang loudly, and the gate made of countless gears slowly opened, in front of Boll's sight. , as the sacred white light dispersed, a magnificent country like a clock appeared in front of us.
Twelve realms of nirvana.
There seems to be a reflection of the real world, but it is more orderly. The twelve scales turn into majestic gears, holding up countless buildings to build a mechanical magic country like a scene from the future.
The Holy Spirit-Messiah was conceived by the will of the world. She represents not only the grotesque kingdom, but also the sacred Terra, and is the incarnation of the real kingdom. Her truest spirituality originates from the twelve realms of clock nirvana.
She was born as the mechanical Holy Spirit that surpasses all constructs!
No one knows what the pregnancy of the Messiah actually means. The gods believe that she just completes the priesthood of [Artisan] and serves as a replacement for the traditional God of Artisans. However, only the Lord of Knowledge who personally delivered her child knows this. The birth of the Holy Spirit will usher in a new era of Terra Tianyu.
Messianic Kingdom of God!
The mechanical realm of clock nirvana, the gate of all machines, the kingdom opened up by the divine Messiah, the reflection of the magnificent miracles of the real kingdom.
Although she currently only has weak divine power, the potential she possesses is definitely not comparable to that of the traditional god of craftsmen.
The brilliance of the morning sun shines down.
After Bol woke up, he still felt that everything was unreal, because he actually entered the kingdom of Messiah and saw the magnificent kingdom of clocks.
He entered the dock and the workshop in a daze. It was not until he started carving runes that he noticed something was wrong, because the runes under his carving knife were shining with a strange light.
"What happened?"
Boer was a little disbelieving, and he found Father Kerrigan.
The other party looked at him with equally shocked eyes. The tall priest stared at him and murmured: "Magic Weapon Master?!"
Infused with magic.
Without taking any extraordinary relics, Bol completed the transformation into an extraordinary person.
The laws of the world are further revised.
The power that originally belonged to mortals is returning bit by bit. Bol is the first professional in Dorne to be promoted without digesting extraordinary relics from the outside world. In other places in the real country, in every corner of Holy Terra, There are a few equally lucky ones who have been promoted.
After the gods fell asleep one after another.
They finally took back the most critical law of the world. Mortals no longer need to rely on extraordinary relics from the outside world to complete their promotion. They can rely on themselves to obtain extraordinary power.
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(End of chapter)