"I don't know." He said calmly, "But the Lord will not be wrong, so I must be sinful. I will repent first, and may we all be calm before destruction."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the confessional room. Behind him, more and more members with no choice gradually began to pray for confession. Irena stood there, listening to her companions repent for the so-called "sin", she lowered her head and slowly, she also pointed a cross on her chest.

——Her hands trembled violently, and her teeth were clenched, and she spit out a word with great difficulty:

"No……"

"It shouldn't be like this! You shouldn't be waiting to die here!"

Irena, who was once dignified and elegant, suddenly broke out. She seemed to jump from the sun to the storm in an instant, bursting out a huge energy that scared all the priests and even her teachers:

"We shouldn't have been waiting for death here!"

"Even if we reach this point, we, we - at least can do something!"

Her Intis noble language system also collapsed at this moment. The earl daughter rolled over a bunch of swear words from the Southern Continent and Trier. Irena was even a little angry. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the shoulders of her teacher and boss, and said loudly:

"Escape! At least try to escape!!"

"Master Priest! You can at least try to escape! Even if we are all guilty, are the entire Intis people guilty? Are those newborn children also guilty? Do we all die so obediently because of our sins?!"

"You should at least try to run away! At least try to run away with the children in the nursery!!"

"Maybe... in this way... you can clear your sins and go to the kingdom of heaven!!"

Irena was shocked by the tyrant's intimidation, and she said a few words as if she had spent all her strength. The priest stared at her pale face in a dumbfounded manner for a long time. After a brief silence, she suddenly said:

"...I'll contact the two high men now."

"You are right, and His Highness Bonova of the Steam Church, who has returned to Trier."

The priest spoke faster and faster. Then he took a step back and let Irena's hand slide naturally from his shoulders. The priest turned around and ran to the orphanage and nanny attached to the Cathedral of Light. A group of people stared at his back.

Irena suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She was sweating all over and almost couldn't stand steadily. She only barely got rid of the dizziness when she held the wall.

After running a few meters, the priest suddenly turned his head and looked at the pile of wooden people behind him, and became furious:

"What are you doing when you are standing there! Come on!"

"Even if we are trampled on our sins, we must let innocent children pass on them together with our faith as much as possible!"

Seeing that there were still a few people who didn't react, the priest also cursed Trier, who had just learned from Irena, and cursed loudly:

"Hurry up! Move quickly!"

"Don't you want to go to the Kingdom of Heaven anymore?!"

Then the others woke up as if they were in a dream and rushed out of the Cathedral of Light like a race.

Irena took a few breaths of relief and ran out.

Without these extraordinary peoples who were in the sun's path, the cathedral, which originally radiated a glimmer of light, was quickly swallowed up by the darkness, but these light sources did not disappear, but quickly connected into a line and rushed to the church's orphanage, archives and nursery.

In the astral realm.

With the sharp and harsh sound, the sky in the star world was torn apart. There was no extremely cool lightning storm, nor was there a fancy storm of winds and tsunamis, and it was even surprisingly quiet. The God of Steam and Machinery only saw a silver-white light flashing through his eyes, and the tranquility wrapped around the breath of destruction, as if it had extinguished all the light sources from the outside world, and suddenly fell on Him.

Unable to parse!

Can't hide!

Unable to decompose!

The constant pop-up errors made things even more desperate. Then, it seemed that the sky had just darkened, and then my body suddenly couldn't move, so that the God of Steam and Machinery actually thought very humanly, "Did I blink my eyes?" at that moment.

Thunder penetrated His body, shattered His heart, and the electric current rippled apart everything in His body.

And He was not dead yet. The mechanical structure allowed him to treat every scattered semi-finished product as a carrier of his consciousness. So He clearly "sees" the whole process of his fall apart - lightning destroyed the heart of the furnace, His heart stopped beating, plasma flowed on his body, cutting off His control over himself, and the current destroyed the magnetic field and affected the electromagnetic waves. The God of steam and machinery saw explosions one after another in his vision, snowflakes appeared, and the signal was blocked, and He fell into a world where nothing else was but black and white.

God is collapsing, every department of the huge machinery is gradually stopping, and even the prayers of believers are gradually not heard clearly.

The God of Steam and Machinery seemed to have been "dumped" out of this world.

He suddenly felt fear and sorrow, just as if the procedure was inconsistent, and after the body and divinity were destroyed, His spirit began to be confused.

I am hating. He said, I am hating this world that made me a god, hating the eternal sun. God does not need excellence, does not need ability, but only weak and submissive enough. Therefore, many craftsmen who are better than Him were not selected, died before Him, and even became subordinates of something incompetent like Him.

He is indeed incompetent enough to reassure the eternal sun, because He can't even digest the potion.

I regret it. He said. I should know that this is the limit of my ability. I should reject the hints and investments of the Eternal Sun Church. Which one is more embarrassing to be an ordinary saint and die, or an incompetent God and die?

Look, how embarrassing, even if you do your best, even if you steal some authority temporarily, you will be killed in the end.

Maybe He should have died long ago, but only now is someone taking action.

No one answered Him, nor listened to His dying thoughts. The God of Steam and Machinery himself felt that he was just hypocritical before his death. After all, he could die at any time if he wanted to die. Why did he have to pretend to be a lie now and hate his incompetence?

But...even if I am so useless, even if I am still so imperfect, this is the world I have created with all my strength.

He felt that he was going to die like this, and died as an incompetent, useless, God who could not even protect his own believers.

——At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew.

It seemed as if passing by this far away wilderness, and the circling wind of information brought the call of the wilderness.

"Do you want to protect Intis?"

The thought of the God of Steam and Machinery paused for a moment, and the wind of the wilderness further entwined, and a strange and old voice seemed to whisper to his auditory system.

"Then give me all yours, the gods of a foreign country, I have the power to replace you and do everything you can't do."

TBC

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Steam makes me feel the most emotional and regretful role.

It is true that choosing a follower does not require intensity. Lieyang will definitely not consider social development when choosing a person. He just needs to choose a good control. It is precisely this idea that has created such a speechless "civilization" god.
Chapter completed!