Zhao Guang made a tut-tsk sound.

Hong Ye burst out with all his strength from the beginning.

This woman's strength may not have many rivals among the false gods.

The Twisted Ghost's head was penetrated by Hong Ye's steam glove.

The mechanical device also had the effect of suppressing immortality. The artist was rolling on the ground sickly, with the flesh and blood on his face flying.

Hong Ye stepped forward step by step and unscrewed the twisted ghost's head.

Crunch.

Zhao Guangli finally understood that beheading should be Hong Ye's habit.

"Nameless, nameless, calling nameless."

Zhao Guangli said lazily.

"receive."

On top of the tower, Wuming said.

"The mechanical dynasty is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and a few false gods can't make waves."

"[For celebrations]...is it in place?"

Wuming responded with an emotionless voice: "That's almost it."

"There's no need to wait five days."

“When everything is in place, let’s start the celebration directly.”

"The area where the [Perpetual Motion Machine] is located requires the [Vatti Password] signed by ten Vantage directors. I will get that thing."

Zhao Guangli looked far away.

"nameless."

"My...nameless."

Zhao Guangli muttered softly, but the only thing in his eyes was Hong Ye, who was suppressing everyone in the City of Machinery.

…

"Who can tell me..."

"What happened..."

flames of war.

ray.

The color of shame.

Galilei was a little stunned.

Why are you here?

The shells were deafening.

The terrifying red ray seems to be able to cut through everything.

That moment just now.

He passed by wiping Galilei's ear.

Under the smoke and dust.

A giant shadow slowly appeared.

With a strong sense of oppression, that feeling of being unable to look directly, something was about to spread out of Galilei's body.

"【robot】……"

Galilei stared blankly at the giant robot in front of him.

An indescribable emotion was born.

Not fear.

But...excited.

This is the first time... that I have seen such a huge mechanical device.

Completely different from watches and gears.

Where is the energy…

Where is the execution device...

Is this...what they call [supernormal]?

"Damn that idiot [Hong Ye]."

Inside the robot, [Dang Yao]'s expression is not very good.

In the communicator, Bai Nu sent a message a minute ago.

Except for himself, the lead demon and twisted ghost who acted together have been killed.

The next target is yourself.

The demon's eyes moved slightly.

With his status, he naturally knows Hong Ye's strength.

I just didn't expect the other party to react so quickly.

"I'm different from those two idiots. I don't want to die that much. I'm just looking forward to the doomsday show."

The slut grinned and was still thinking about it.

In front of his robot, there was a thin boy.

"Another ordinary civilian..."

The demon's face was expressionless: "Go to hell."

The rays scanned.

Galilei was about to die,

The young man's eyes were burned by white light.

Bang!

The silver-white stick swept across, completely interrupting the red ray.

"Hongye."

The demon's voice came from the cockpit. It was a synthetic and weird sound.

Hong Ye walked out of the smoke.

"Knowing me...let me guess, which old friend are you?"

Galilei, who was between the two, had no intention of escaping from death.

He saw the armor on Hong Ye's body.

Saw her boxing gloves.

It seems like a new world.

The so-called machinery.

It is the life created by human beings.

When Galilei faced those watches, he treated them like living creatures.

That is your own strength.

It is the power he possesses that makes the clocks come back to life and revive in this era.

That was once the most fulfilling thing, and it was also the only thing I could do in my fragile life.

I have been abandoned since birth.

Disabled, sickly, stuttering...

Not smart either.

Only between the gears and the machinery can we find ourselves, or to be precise, the role we play.

Creator.
Chapter completed!