"It's the power of monsters!"
Miss Capet behind reminded that she felt a familiar power in Jenkins, but she didn't think too much about it yet.
"This is not a monster, mortals can't imagine what we found underground!"
The man from the Gearsmiths swung his sword again, and Jenkins met him with his staff. With his current strength, he still didn't gain an advantage in the confrontation.
Guessing what was going on in his heart, he used the cane like a sword. In a brief hit, the flames spread along the cane to the opponent's sword and even his clothes. The unquenchable purifying fire quickly burned away his clothes and skin, revealing the original form of the arm-a steam-powered device tightly entwined with flesh and blood.
"Oh~"
Miss Capet made a gagging sound, sharing Jenkins' distaste for the unnatural anatomy. Jenkins endured the nausea in his heart, knocked the opponent back again, and asked loudly at the same time:
"This is what you are after? For the sake of power, you are willing to become this ghost?"
"You won't understand, believer of lies, this is the direction of human evolution."
Probably because the secret of the body has been exposed, so there is no need to hide it. When he slashed the sword in his hand at Jenkins this time, the huge gear pattern behind him merged into the back, so that the whole arm was spewing steam outward. When the weapons of the two collided, the steam spurted to the extreme, and the cane almost fell out of his hand under the huge force. Jenkins felt like he was kicked by an elephant, and there was a huge roar in his ears. At the same time, there was a tightness in his chest and he almost vomited blood.
Unable to take a step back, Miss Capet quickly supported him. She put her hand on Jenkins' back to heal his wounds, and the blood-like life spirit merged into the body, allowing some injured internal organs to heal immediately.
Jenkins frowned and pulled out the cat on his chest and put it on the counter beside him. Those glass counters were all shattered by the explosion just now. The receptionist leaned against the wall expressionlessly and watched the three people fighting. stop meaning.
"See, believers of lies, this is the direction that human beings should move forward. The end of the era is coming, if you don't choose to evolve, you can only be eliminated by the world."
The man laughed loudly, and the giant gear behind him was more solid than before. In the void behind him, only Jenkins' eyes can see the spiritual light source continuously entering his body, which means that the person in front of him can draw with Jenkins purely by relying on the support from a distance, isn't it? His own strength, so this way he is not difficult to deal with.
The air in the carriage is filled with the stench of burnt and oil. On the one hand, it comes from the burnt skin, and on the other hand, it is the smell brought by the body of the cultist when the steam surges outward.
"How mechanized is your body?"
Jenkins asked suddenly.
"Ninety percent, your weapon can't deal with me."
The cultist said, leaping up with swords in both hands, and without giving Jenkins a chance to speak, he slashed directly at his shoulder.
Jenkins pushed Miss Capet to a safer area behind, and with a slight shake of the cane in his hand, it turned into a stabbing gun.
The stabbing spear was far longer than the gear sword, so when the man was in the air, Jenkins stabbed him in the left chest. But this attack was completely useless, the spear in his hand couldn't penetrate the steel plate cast by the mysterious alloy on his chest, it just splashed a layer of sparks.
And taking advantage of Jenkins' right hand being numb from the shock, the gear sword slashed down fiercely.
"ha!"
The left hand was raised to hold the sword, even though the sword had no edge at all, but the huge impact still broke Jenkins' wrist, and he almost fell to the ground.
But this was his purpose, endured the severe pain and dropped the cane in his right hand, and while the two were so close, two swirling silver bands of light appeared in front of Jenkins like a flowing galaxy.
With a flick of his right hand, a small piece of light was ejected, and it went straight into the man's forehead. The strength of his slashing disappeared immediately, and the whole person seemed to be static, falling to the ground in a falling posture.
He kept twitching, and the majestic and huge gear image behind him distorted a few times before disappearing. At the same time, steam spewed out from the man's pores continuously, and the abnormal rattling sound inside his body became louder and louder.
The reason for using [Given Knowledge] is because it belongs to the Church of the Sages. Miss Capet is next to him, and Jenkins must not take the risk of using [Profane Production].
The knowledge from another world directly destroyed the soul in the mechanized body, and without the support of the soul, this completely unnatural body began to self-destruct.
"I warn you, if this thing blows up and blows up this carriage, I won't be able to pay for everything you have on you."
The receptionist, who had been silent all this time, looked at the continuously spreading white steam and said.
"Then we'll sell it to you, will you accept it?"
Miss Capet said immediately, and the receptionist's eyes lit up:
"Of course, this is a very novel creation. I think in the next hundred years, someone will definitely like it."
"Leave us an arm. In addition, we only accept sin currency transactions. Everyone understands the value of this body."
Jenkins finally stood up and said, holding the rune sword in his hand. The sword was trying to infect his wound with its gears, but the gears melted as soon as it touched his blood.
"But I helped you with his self-disclosure..."
The receptionist with a monocle muttered, took out an empty box from the counter, and threw it into the steam. After a while, the spreading steam dissipated, and the receptionist stepped out of the counter and picked up the box from the floor.
The front of the box is made of glass, allowing customers to see the items inside. So both Jenkins and Miss Capet could see the shrunken male body lying inside.
"Arm~"
The receptionist said, using the tweezers he was holding just now, carefully removed the arm from the shrunken corpse. He disassembled it very carefully, keeping the gears and bearings at the connection as intact as possible.
When the little arm left the box, it immediately returned to its original size and lay on the counter with all the glass burst.
Without the cover of skin, this arm made of bright red muscle mixed with alloy steel cables, construction gears and pressure plug pumps lay shining brightly under the gas lamp. Red flesh, brass-colored alloys, and black gears together constitute this very cruel "artwork". The complete artificial beauty and absurd construction materials also make this malicious creation exquisite.