I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon
Chapter 302 Awakening
You can search for "I'm Really Not a Demon Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Lingping turned on the computer and made a cup of tea for herself.
He sat at the counter and drank tea while waiting for the computer to turn on.
His computer is very old, it is the old model seven or eight years ago.
So every time it turns on, it is very slow.
There was a constant buzzing in the case.
However, it is of high quality and it has been used for so long without any problems.
That is, the processor is too old to drive most of the end games currently on the market, and can only be used for office or codewords.
However, it is now the era of mobile Internet.
Computer rubbish is okay, the phone is easy to use.
Therefore, Lingping has not changed.
After about two minutes, the view finally appeared on the screen, and software icons began to appear.
Many self-starting software also started to start.
Lingping shut down those anti-virus software and application software.
Then, he opened the web page and logged into the author's backstage to take a look.
37……
In other words, there is another five increase in one day today?
He nodded, this result is not bad!
So, open the document and start the codeword.
Crackling, the keyboard sounded in the bookstore.
Best kitten, lying gently beside the computer on the counter.
Its paws gently grabbed the bronze glutton on the counter.
Cats always like to play.
Obviously, this little gluttonous cat is now its cat toy.
Lingping is already immersed in his own world.
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Akado opened his eyes weakly.
This was the first time he woke up without knowing it.
"Accado..." The mistress's figure reflected in front of her eyes again: "How are you?"
"My little master..." Arcado replied feebly: "I'm fine..."
"What's the matter with you?" Ingurat asked with concern.
The Lord of the Blood River has fallen into this unprecedented state of weakness for several days.
He has been in a coma for several days.
Even for the first time, the original form was revealed in front of Ingulat-the lord of the blood river lying sideways, his face pale, and his whole body was skinny.
This terrifying strong man who made the whole Qin Lu tremble, the weak at this moment only needs an ordinary person to hold a sharp blade to kill!
Moreover, He will never be able to resurrect from the river of blood.
Because his power has been weakened to the point where he can't even contact the blood river!
"I went to a place and participated in a terrible trial..."
Akado's eyes flickered, and the memory began to look back.
The sky that looked like a tumor, the rain of flames in the sky, kept showering down.
Countless terrifying monsters rushed across the vast land.
They are fighting an eternal war with no end in sight.
Distorted flesh and blood and huge bones cover the earth.
Countless souls died on the battlefield.
An existence at the level of Arcado, on that battlefield, was only worthy of being an advanced infantryman.
Even a terrifying monster that is as strong as a god, once stepped into that battlefield, it will not escape the fate of falling.
Every day, there are thousands of strong men who fall there.
Thousands of monsters join the battlefield from the outside world every day.
This battlefield of abyss and hell.
The eternal bloody battlefield.
And He was cast in the center of that terrible battlefield.
Even the gods will be distorted by their almost deformed killing intent there, turning them into a monster that only knows how to kill.
And Akado has the privilege, and he enjoys a certain waking time.
This greatly increases the probability of his survival.
even so……
In his memory, Akado also recalled several near-death experiences.
In one of them, he was even only affected by the aftermath of two terrifying monsters fighting, and the soul and body were almost torn apart.
Thinking of this, Akado couldn't help trembling with his hands and feet.
That was indeed the most terrifying experience He had experienced in this life.
"Trial?" Ingurat didn't quite understand: "What trial can hurt you like this?"
"I can't tell..." Arcado lowered his head.
That is indeed something that cannot be said.
"Little Master..." Arcado said suddenly: "Please report to the Queen..."
"We should reconsider our relationship with this country..."
"We want to establish a closer partnership..."
After this trial, Akado has only one feeling: there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.
He finally knew what monster he was dealing with.
Therefore, He also immediately understood.
Own role and positioning.
So is Butania!
As long as the bookstore owner is still here, he doesn't need to express his position, he is here, he can already make this country invincible.
Only an idiot would see the iron plate, and still smashed into it, hitting his head and bleeding.
And smart people always judge the situation.
Just like the Hundred Years' War that year, as soon as the Battle of the New Qinling Mountains failed, Butania immediately abandoned those past allies, first announced the acceptance of the four suggestions of the Emperor of the Great Xia Empire regarding the world, and opened peace talks.
Franji, Fran, Union Province, and Shenluo were all in tears.
It was not until the French people let the king go to the guillotine that the countries finally became sober and understood.
"A closer partnership?" Ingulat did not understand.
Akado smiled and said: "You just need to send the report... The queen will understand..."
After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.
Ingulat is still young, and of course he does not understand the obscure lines under such diplomatic rhetoric.
But the queen will know.
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It's crackling.
The sound of keyboards echoed in the silent bookstore.
Those notes, thinking back under the wallpaper.
Occasionally, some notes will penetrate the wallpaper and flow into the empty starry sky of the universe, and on the far side of the galaxy, there will be an echo like thunder.
Griffin No. 5 casts the world.
The mechanical bishop Almunia crawled in front of the steel gear, and he prayed devoutly.
"The way of steel is materialistic, because machinery is truth!"
"It's you!"
"Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"
"You are the Father, the Mother, and the Holy Spirit!"
"Billions of turrets are your glory, and the roaring engine is your sermon!"
"I should walk on your way, like a machine on the ground, the engine roars, and the steel is forged!"
"The flesh and blood are weak...Steel is eternal...Amen..."
He finished praying and stood up.
Feel the joy from the machine soul.
Mechanic still cheers for his piety today.
In that steel gear, there is a vague will from the spirit of all things.
That will is grand, sacred, and even more compassionate.
In front of this will, Almunia felt his humbleness and insignificance, and also understood his ignorance and stupidity.
This made him ashamed.
"Great spirit..." he said: "Your devout believer is working for your immortal divine will..."
"Look..."
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He opened his arms and the huge mechanical platform slowly rose.
The casting world below the surface was unobstructed before his eyes.
Countless pipes are criss-crossed densely.
Countless machine servants stood there one after another, with tubes extending from the back of their heads.
Under the influence of their brain power, all the data of the casting world are being calculated.
More machine servants, in one workshop after another, manipulated a too heavy machine, and began to cast parts one after another.
The flushing molten iron flowed out, and the huge forging hammer beat it loudly.
The new battleship is in production.
This is a brand-new battleship built to implement the sacred instructions of the Spirit of Almighty.
It removes all unclean and profane carrier-based aircraft.
It also dismantled all the space torpedo tubes that displease the spirit of the universe.
And all the remaining space will be installed with large and thick turrets.
When it is manufactured and ascended to Star Harbor, this brand new battleship will breathe more steaming rage.
It will have an array of twelve main gun turrets and sixteen secondary guns!
All enemies of the Spirit of Almighty can be shredded in an instant!
Let them break into pieces in the anger of steel and machinery!
just……
Almunia closed her eyes.
He felt the sacred sound from those steel and machinery.
Crackling...
Crackling...
The oracle of the great spirit of omnipotence echoes in steel and in machinery.
Almunia felt and tasted.
This is a sacred instruction!
It is also a guide for the devout!
He opened his eyes and found that no one felt the will from the spirit of all things like him.
The mechanical bishop was ecstatic.
"Great spirit of all possibilities..." He burst into tears: "Your compassion and tolerance for me really makes me feel ashamed!"
"I will believe in you more piously and firmly!" He swore.
The soul becomes colder because of this!
This means that he is one step closer to the road of steel!
So Almunia knelt down religiously and kissed the steel at her feet.
Because that is the holy land of the spirit of all things!
In steel, the echo of machinery is clearer.
Crackling...
Crackling...
It is the Spirit of Almighty that is delivering the holy gospel to his devout followers.
Only the most pious people can feel the sacred decree!
Almunia felt it, and his e-cigarette began to bewildered: "What does the spirit of the universe want to say to me?"
Undoubtedly, this extremely rhythmic oracle inevitably contains the will of the great spirit.
So he closed his eyes, put down all precautions, released all protections, and allowed his soul and will to get closer and closer to the great spirit of all mechanisms.
Thus, a sacred steel battleship appeared in his soul.
It is so sacred!
As a result, the first moment he saw it, Almunia knew that this is a battleship of steel, a holy artifact of machinery, and a real battleship of multi-steamed Rivegang!
Those sacred turrets, those pious armors, and loyal engines.
This is a real, great battleship that only machinery and steel can create!
"Praise the Spirit of All Opportunities!" Almunia crawled again convincingly.
In his brain, all the blueprints about this great battleship have been stored.
This is the will of the Spirit of All Machines!
It is also the holy thing he will cast!
So the mechanical bishop stood up and pressed a button.
Bells sounded throughout the casting world, all workshops and projects.
Then, the voice of the mechanical bishop began to appear in the electronic cochlea of every mechanical priest and servant.
"Great Spirit of All Opportunities, and give me an oracle!"
"We will make real mechanical artifacts!"
He gave the blueprint of the sacred battleship that he gave to him with the spirit of omnipotence, directly through the mechanical circuit, and hit the screens of all workshops.
All the mechanical priests were impressed by it the moment they saw the appearance of this warship.
This is the real battleship!
This is the sacred object of steel and mechanical casting!
Look……
There are so many sacred turrets...
Look……
The pious barrel is so big!
Look……
That loyal engine is so charming!
Everyone felt that their blood vessels were swelling and their souls were trembling.
This is the battleship they should cast!
In the past, the design and manufacture of the pseudo-emperor can be thrown into the trash can!
And above these workshops and factories, the world on the surface.
The ecological template, which has just been launched, is in operation.
The poisonous gas in the atmosphere is being pumped away by huge airbags.
A huge starship, dragging comets, lined up outside the planet.
The huge mechanical arm smashed these comets to pieces.
Countless pieces of solid ice fell down.
A huge block of ice cut through the atmosphere and fell on the barren ground.
At high temperatures, they are quickly melted.
The water slowly re-flowed on the surface.
Countless servants, driving trucks, are eradicating the toxic substances that have been entangled with the surface for countless years in this vast and barren world.
Suddenly...
The servant seemed to feel something.
They raised their heads, countless currents in the electronic eye sockets flashed back, and they, who had already had their frontal lobes removed, seemed to know and understand something.
"I... who..." Even the organic servant can say simple words.
"I... am... machine... servant..."
"Servant of the Spirit of Alchemy..."
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Lingping stopped the finger of the codeword.
He stretched and leaned back in the chair.
Then he looked at the number of words on the document.
Ok……
Two thousand words!
So he blew a whistle.
Looking up at the time, it is already half past six!
"Order a takeaway!" Lingping said.
So he took out his phone and ordered a beef bowl.
At the same time, he opened the hand letter.
Because when he just looked at the phone, he found that he seemed to have a lot of unread information.
He clicked in and found that it was from his aunt.
It's all photos, the signs she took while on vacation in Ryukyu.
Sun, beach, ocean...
There are one after another, young and beautiful women.
Lingping looked at it and shook his head again, then he left a message to his aunt: "Auntie, your photography skills have improved a lot!"
Want him to go on vacation?
No doors!
Then, he threw the phone on the counter and began to leisurely wait for the delivery to arrive.