chsdbacks Chapter 295 The God of Steam and Machinery Descends!
Chapter 295 The God of Steam and Machinery Descends!
Chapter 294 The God of Steam and Machinery Descends!
The old emperor's failure to achieve his goal, his severe injuries, and his miraculous survival brought a secret sigh of relief to the tense court officials.
As long as His Majesty is alive, even if he is just hanging on by a thread, he will still be the pillar of strength, the Great Sheng will still have a backbone, and the situation will not have reached its worst point.
Wen Zhiyin exchanged a subtle glance with the three martial arts masters, and they all saw a hint of relief in each other's eyes.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere among the Westerners was somewhat delicate.
The portly English gentleman, Chuck, unconsciously reached for his pipe, his brow furrowed.
Bishop Anne unconsciously twirled the hem of her robe with her fingertips, the old knight of the Church of War had a somber expression, and the cold and beautiful woman from the Church of Night had an unpredictable look in her eyes.
They were all rapidly weighing their options and hesitating in their minds.
The current situation is right at the bottom of their expectations, in a gray area of "acceptable" and "unwilling".
The old emperor's ritual failed, he suffered a severe blow, and his spirits were low, which was undoubtedly something they were happy to see.
More importantly, the other party did not seem to realize that "uniqueness" was the key to becoming a god, and instead attributed the failure to destruction and "divine will".
Based on their understanding of this Eastern emperor's stubborn and strong-willed character, once he recovers and repairs the imperial mausoleum, he is very likely to hold this doomed ceremony again, which will then mark his true death.
This is undoubtedly a very tempting hope right before our eyes.
All they need to do is wait a little longer, maybe eight months, maybe nine months.
It's just a matter of prolonging this old guy's death by a few days.
This price seems acceptable.
After all, the other party was a terrifying being who had once gathered the beliefs of all living beings in the entire Eastern Continent and forcefully confronted the gods.
Even now, when he is at his last gasp and exhausted, who can guarantee that in the final moment when all pretense of civility is broken and life and death are fought, he won't unleash a terrifying power to take others down with him?
Although our side has three angel kings and four angels, giving us a great chance of winning, who can guarantee that they won't be the unlucky one who gets taken away by the old emperor's dying counterattack?
Thinking of this, even the angels, including Bishop Churt and Bishop Anne, began to consider leaving.
While the result was not perfect, it was sufficient to report back and was in line with the consideration of "prudent" interests.
However, just as this delicate balance was about to tip toward a temporary halt, an indescribable, vast, cold, and inhuman will suddenly descended!
Its origin lies with the angel king of the Church of the Machine God—the "Star Forger" Obrion.
Obrien's body, which had been as cold and indifferent as a metal statue, suddenly trembled, and the light in his mechanical prosthetic eyes was instantly replaced by a deeper and more ancient divinity.
The powerful aura of the angel king that had once surrounded him receded like a tide, replaced by a supreme majesty that transcended all living beings and looked down upon the era.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the space emitted a faint, strained groan.
Everyone looked up in surprise, their gazes fixed on him in horror.
A divine intervention!
The will of the God of Machines descended directly through the body of this Angel King at this very moment!
This unexpected turn of events completely exceeded everyone's expectations!
Both the court officials and the Western representatives were deeply shocked.
Although there had been previous divine pronouncements confirming the awakening of the gods, this was the first time that a divine miracle had been displayed so directly, intervening in the mortal world.
Wen Zhiyin's expression changed drastically. As the Manifestation Saint True Lord, his spiritual perception far surpassed that of ordinary people.
The instant the divine descent occurred, he felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. Countless chaotic illusions uncontrollably surfaced in his mind, his heart surged violently, and a sense of impending doom and life-or-death crisis gripped his heart.
"A warning from the soul—today's events may not end well!" Moon Chi-in felt a chill in his heart, and his nerves, which had just relaxed, tightened to the extreme again.
Sure enough, "Obrien," possessed by divine consciousness, slowly turned its eyes, which shone with inhuman brilliance, and finally its gaze fell on the old emperor on the altar, whose aura was weak and who seemed to have difficulty even standing.
He didn't display thunderous rage; instead, he let out a soft, enigmatic laugh. The laugh was calm, yet carried an all-knowing indifference, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
"It was a truly perfect performance, Your Majesty. After all these years, your wisdom and strategy remain as astonishing."
These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue.
Whether it was something or something, everyone was as if struck by lightning, instantly frozen in place.
Performance?
Was everything just a performance by that old emperor?
Among the court officials, the pupils of the three martial arts masters, Ao Jinshan, Dugu Bo, and Yue Mengzhu, suddenly contracted, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.
They originally thought that today was His Majesty's tragic struggle for survival, a desperate act of desperation. However, Fang Fang never expected that this terrible defeat and the unwilling sighs were all part of a carefully orchestrated drama designed to deceive everyone.
Moon Chi-in's expression became extremely grave, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear towards the god of machinery and steam.
His Majesty's painstaking plans were as transparent as a true deity.
He had a vague feeling that the situation was sliding into an abyss far deeper and more unfathomable than anyone had anticipated.
Meanwhile, the reaction from the Westerners was even more intense.
Churt's fat face, which usually wore a fake smile, instantly lost all color, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," without him even noticing.
Bishop Anne's smile froze completely, as if an exquisite mask had suddenly shattered, revealing the shock and disbelief beneath.
The old knight of the Church of War clenched his fist tightly on the hilt of his sword, veins bulging, his body beneath his armor trembling slightly with extreme rage.
The representatives from various countries looked at each other, and saw the same surprise in each other's eyes.
The most embarrassed were the angels of the Church of the Seven Gods. Their faces turned ashen, and the holy aura they had been suppressing uncontrollably spilled out, stirring up the surrounding world.
An undisguised rage, a feeling of being blatantly mocked and intellectually humiliated, and a chilling killing intent that almost materialized, rose from their bodies.
Their previous arrogant attitude, as if they were in control and watching a caged beast, now seemed utterly ridiculous, like clowns on a stage!
They were completely manipulated by the old emperor, yet they thought they had succeeded.