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"The hidden sage... no, it's wilderness."

The body of the gods collapsed piece by piece, and extraordinary characteristics and huge metal blocks fell one after another, turning into meteors falling from the sky, with the tail of flames and smoke. The gods symbolizing the laws of physics are dying, and the roar of lights and gears in the world are weakening at this moment.

Bonova stared blankly at the sky, watching the extremely grand rain of fire fall.

"Lord!" He whispered, "please resurrect in my body..."

No one answered.

Behind Him, all the extraordinary people in the entire workshop had similar expressions, they were dull, frightened, restless, filled with fear of the death of the object of faith, and despair of their own gods. The craftsmen on the earth shook silently, stared at their eyes uncontrollably shed tears, feeling that their understanding of the world had changed with the death of God.

"What's going on now?"

A heavy impact sounded from the side, and Hillan, who was still charred on his body, limped over with a cane.

He looked at Bonova's somewhat panicked expression and raised his eyebrows slightly unexpectedly. Then He slowly widened his eyes, turned his head in disbelief, and stared side by side with Bonova at the meteor shower falling with thick smoke and flames in the distance.

After a deadly silence, Hillan glanced at the craftsmen around him and asked in a low voice: "What should I do now? Bonova?"

"I have no idea."

Bonova murmured to himself, His eyes staring at the distant sky as if he was about to see a hole there, He paused for two seconds, his voice was too high, with obvious surprise and panic:

"I have no idea!"

Hillan frowned, and his companions looked extremely out of control, and they were even likely to lose control due to the collapse of faith. At this time, if one angel was missing, it would be a more terrifying disaster. Therefore, He did not continue to talk to Bonova to prevent the other party from collapsing further. At the same time, the huge black clouds that included the entire Intis above his head surged again, and the huge sound of water rang out in everyone's ears. The craftsmen who were immersed in sorrow and despair slowly raised their heads and felt the sea in the sky through the dark clouds.

Hillland immediately turned around and instantly connected his spiritual will with the entire mountain workshop:

"The workshop is closed! All valves are sealed!"

"The function is reduced to 30%, and the escape pod is ready to start at any time!"

He looked at Bonova, who seemed to have stopped running, gritted his teeth, and commanded with the authority of the angel:

"The maximum power of the urban drainage system! Use as much as you can and use whatever you have, gather all the residents nearby in the church workshop!"

A saint immediately replied: "Yes! Your Highness! All church workshops are now full!"

"very good."

Suddenly, a prayer sound flashed through His mind, and his expression suddenly became a little shocked, and he shouted to the craftsmen: "The third door is opened on the side, and a few people will come over to take the children sent to the Creator Church to take refuge!"

Under Hillland's control, the electric lights in the workshop went out one by one, and only the wire lights at the skirting line were still emitting a glimmer of light. The alloy ceiling above the workshop slowly closed, and some craftsmen who had no time to do raised their heads and watched the ceiling gradually closed in fear, praying to be faster and faster. The small door on the side opened, and the main priest of the Cathedral of Light was in a mess and hugged in with a few sleeping children, followed by many extraordinary people who also walked in with babies or young children.

"Your decisions are very wise, and the workshop can accommodate five thousand people."

The deacon who responded to them pressed their hats as a salute: "Now all staff are only about 3,000, and time is too tight."

The blond and gray-haired priest nodded and said with a very fast voice: "We have brought all the children in the nursery hall, and some of them are entrusted to us by the believers we met on the road. There are about 200 people in total. Please make sure to let them survive."

After saying that, the priest turned around and called on the younger generations behind him, preparing to go out and save some people back. The workshop of the Steam Church is located in a mountain outside Trier. It takes more than three hours to travel back and forth from the city by carriage, and only the extraordinary can get in and out quickly.

But as soon as they stood up, the earth suddenly started to shake violently, and the roaring sea water leaked into the gap in the zenith that had not been completely closed. The steam church deacon almost subconsciously used extraordinary objects to create a square metal shelter to protect the children around him. Then, his arm used to support the small shelter was broken under the violent impact of the sea water.

His pain was swallowed by the sound of water and a loud bang, and the ceiling was finally covered with tight slits, rumbling by the impact of the water.

Fortunately, the water accumulated in the workshop only reached the ankles of adults. After the dim room gradually became quiet, several extraordinary people in charge of logistics immediately ran to the warehouse to check the moisture of the food reserves.

...

“…What are you going to do?”

The gods could no longer hear the prayers of believers, and his consciousness had disintegrated so little that it might die completely within the next ten seconds. At this moment, there was silence in His ears, and only the wind in the wilderness was blowing.

The metal peeled off, the pipelines ruptured, and the broken flesh and blood body exposed under the hard silver and gold shells.

The God of Steam and Machinery accepted his own death, but seemed to have no awareness of becoming food, but instead asked the question curiously.

To Him, nothing in the world is important at this moment.

His connection with the real world has been cut off, and His believers may have died first, or they have no automatic response from His spirituality. Death is always so quiet when it comes, as grand and cold as the wind in his ears. After pouring out all the resentment, He calmed down and even looked forward to what can all of my life be exchanged for?

Information Feng happily answered this question:

"Using your collection of 'Knowledge Emperor's' characteristics, I will be promoted again at the moment of becoming a god and become a true god of the two paths."

The sound in the wind is very wonderful, like old and young, like a man and a woman. The main tone is an old and kind old man. Under this voice, the voice of a young man is suppressed, the quick words of a young child are suppressed, and the soft voice of a woman is suppressed.

"Then I will shelter your believers, your hard-won civilization achievements and the world today. I will resist the God of Storm and bring breathing opportunities to your believers."

“Sounds really good.”

The God of Steam and Machinery does think this is not bad. If He voluntarily sacrifices himself, he can exchange for the protection of the sage's sage's people from Intis. If He struggles to death, he cannot change the sage's fusion of Him, and will also attract His hostility and he will not be willing to shelter humans.

"Will you take over my church? Will you keep guarding there?"

The Hidden Sage paused for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "No, I will not always protect them."

"Because I will eventually leave here and go to the sea of ​​stars, our believers will be the most outstanding craftsmen and scholars in the universe. They should not always pray for us to give knowledge, but should use their control of knowledge and technology to catch up with us."

"As long as every race is willing to seek knowledge, even our students will be accompanied by the same cruel screening."

"If you are not smart enough, you will be eliminated!"

"If you don't have creativity, you will be given up!"

"The update and iteration of civilization and wisdom is the most cruel battlefield, city-states, wars, everything in the world revolves around the development of knowledge. If you fall behind, you will be destroyed. Only the best can be with us."

The words of the hidden sage turned into a vast picture in the residual consciousness of the God of Steam. The universe spread around them, and stars like eyes flashed. On countless planets, the fire of civilization was lit up little by little. The God of Steam and Machinery saw the earth, and He saw that there were three continents on the earth at the same time. In addition to the Southern and Northern continents, a piece of land that was as big as two continents combined appeared.

Before He could take a closer look, he saw Intis's electric lights lit up one by one. The power system was countless times more perfect than the gods of steam and machinery could imagine. In an instant, the unimaginable huge electricity entered the homes of every inhabitant. Just as looking down at the ground at night, on the entire dark road, only the bright lights in Intis were flashing, as if the stars in the sky fell to the ground.

"Don't you long to see it? What is the current appearance of technology development."

The hidden sage released the greatest temptation, which was the world imagined by the God of Steam and Machinery after obtaining the right to develop electricity. The Western Continent has already begun to use electricity on a large scale. It only needs to be copied and improved to attract the attention of this god.

The God of Steam and Machinery looked at this world far beyond His power and remained silent for a long time.

However, the communication at this moment only occurs in consciousness, just like the interaction of two pieces of data codes, which are only completed in a very short moment.

"No."

"The so-called updates and iterations are all lies. You are the best generation, and you are always the best."

"We will never surpass you. We can continue to strengthen ourselves and improve ourselves through technological development, but as long as you come, all efforts will be a wedding dress for you."

He raised his head and looked at the blurry figure in front of him, smiling without saying a word. He wore a strange layered robe, wide robe, big sleeves, long robe, and long robe, and mopping the floor. The God of Steam quickly identified that such a style was somewhat similar to the ancient elves, but completely different in details.

"Your idea is very intuitive and comes to the point."

“Because that’s how our world exists, isn’t it?”

The hidden sage, or the old wilderness of will knowledge, answered this and admitted it frankly.

——Yes, this is exactly what this world is. Gods exist. Gods are the laws of the world and the pillars of the universe. Life is as small as gravel under your feet. Everything is born from God, and naturally it is meaningful because of God.

He is different from God. God just doesn't take other people's questions as a burden, but He truly loves to communicate with others, loves to answer and reply. The hidden sage is influenced by Him, so he also loves to interact with the Morse Ascetic Society. Unfortunately, his uniqueness, whose wisdom is not high enough, only learned crazy knowledge instilling instilling in all his requests, and did not learn more tactful teachings, forcing the Morse Ascetic Society to no longer read.

"I have only one last question. Leodro claims to be the truth. Is it true that He controls?"

He was captured by the world created by the hidden sage and could not help but ask about something else.

"No, no, what you get after exhausting knowledge is only knowledge, not truth, nor the law of operation of the world."

The vague figure of the hidden sage seemed to smile, and He stretched out his hand to the God of Steam and Machinery, with his palm facing up:

"There are many truths in this world. Some people think it is status, some people think it is power, and some people think it is money. I don't think they are wrong. God thinks the truth is just Himself, a proverb of the Almighty. God of a foreign country, what is the truth you pursue?"

The God of Steam and Machinery thought for a while and walked towards the hidden sage. The metal block on his body peeled off further, revealing a bloody face.

There was no intact skin on His face, and the gears in the flesh and blood fell down, but his eyes were still bright.

"It is the principle of mechanical operation, the ultimate precision, and the technology and knowledge that creates everything. I think that every thing and every creature are the most precise and perfect equipment. At the same time, we are gears and levers, which act as part of a larger world."

"Cells make up animals and plants, animals and plants make up ecosystems, and companies, departments, and churches and other artificial systems."

He approached the hidden sage, showed his eyes as if he was seeking the truth to this mortal enemy who had been dragging him for thousands of years, and slowly spoke his thoughts, as if at the last moment of his life, he had regained his enthusiasm and curiosity for the world when he was a craftsman.

"And the planet is part of the nebula, part of the galaxy, and part of the universe."

"I think, if I can, I can rewrite the existing laws of this world and change their relationships, why can't humans accommodate stars? Or explore the existence of the universe itself and think about whether the 'universe' is also part of a larger world."

"This is what I pursue, and it is the ultimate that I can't explore at all."

He stretched out his hand, and the two gods who symbolize knowledge and technology clasped their hands, and smiled on the faces of the hidden sage.

"Well said it well, God of Machinery, the truth I pursue is different from yours, but we are still one and share our expectations."

"——Then, before the end of this universe, after leaving this star, let's explore the truth of the universe together."

"This is not a dream, not a luxury, but a necessity that we can do!"

...

The tsunami was centered on Trier and spread rapidly outward, turning the entire Intis into a vast ocean in a blink of an eye.

Huge metal blocks fell from the sky and fell into the sea, causing waves of all sizes. The extraordinary scattered properties caused the creatures in the sea to mutate to a certain extent.

"It's so scary..."

The inconspicuous old man came out from somewhere, and hid in a small platform above the sea level with lingering fear. He watched the world below be destroyed by the sea, and the sea water had not yet come up, but he could see countless people stretching out their hands under the water. Before He could catch it, the waves were already running toward these people who might not have died.
To be continued...