The chains formed a huge rusty copper-colored "bud", and when they were stitched together, the corpse opened its eyes in the center of the bud. The all-black eyes followed the movement of the body by the chains, looking at Jenkins in the air.
The hundreds of chains gathered together, wriggling and guarding the corpse, lifting it into the air little by little. The face pierced by two screw rods faced Jenkins head-on, and in the terrifying black eyes that seemed to be glowing, there was a charm that only intelligent creatures had.
It was getting dark, and the clouds and fog completely cut off the sun from the earth. In the dark sky, the holy white light from the unicorn's horn helped to illuminate Jenkins' eyes.
And the sewn corpse and the chains drew spirits from more than a hundred metal pillars sticking out of the ground, rusty-yellow dim light emanating from the chains and the corpse, making the raised corpse look extremely strange.
The black aura was brightened to the extreme at this moment, and the unicorn stepped on the air restlessly, and the part of Jenkins' skin that was directly in contact with the air, wisps of black kept coming out. His nose smelled the peculiar smell of oil, and at the same time, his ears vaguely heard the strange sound constantly coming from the depths of the earth.
Stimulated by the ghostly light, the [Thunder God's Wrath] in his left hand showed signs of losing control, but was soon suppressed by Jenkins.
A strong inspiration reminded Jenkins that what was looking at him at this moment was definitely not the stitched corpse. In the depths of the earth, something indescribably huge and terrifying was looking at him through the dead body. Hidden behind the corpse is a behemoth with extraordinary intelligence from ancient times. Its terrifying power and unimaginable wisdom are enough to suppress the life forms of normal intelligent creatures.
"A believer in lies...."
The corpse's voice came from the wind. There was no human tone, but a vibrating sound mixed with the sound of metal rubbing. The all-black eyes stared at Jenkins, and Jenkins tried not to look at those eyes, because the all-black eyes could not reflect his figure, but instead tempted him to observe the things hidden deep in the eyes, deep and terrifying things.
"We... are not... the enemy."
Another chain was inserted into the corpse's right hand from the back of the hand, and then controlled the corpse to stretch out its hand forward, making an inviting gesture. The other chains swayed in the wind, rubbing against each other and making rattling noises, which disturbed Jenkins a little.
"I can't tell if we are enemies, so who are you?"
The voice transformed by the black robe is a little different from the normal Jenkins voice, but it remains calm.
"I... am... Great Wisdom."
The corpse's mouth moved when speaking, but it was obvious that the shape of the mouth and the voice did not match at all. The sound Jenkins heard should be the sound of the piano mechanical structure in the corpse controlled by the chain.
"Is it you who gave the gearsmiths help?"
Jenkins guessed what he was talking to at this time. He didn't expect the other party to show up in this way now, which shows that the gear craftsman will find another way.
"It's not... helping... it's... cooperating."
"I see, you are the machine that Nolan underground?"
"Yes."
The other party did not deny it.
"what is your purpose?"
"Freedom...I evolve...to help people...humanity. With me...cooperate...?"
"No, what I see is that you are wantonly helping the cultists, triggering the early arrival of the end."
"The end is coming... Come... Humans... Evolve."
"So, do you think mechanization of humans is the next step in human evolution?"
"Yes, Mechanical... Eternal... Wisdom... I..."
Jenkins did not fully understand this sentence, but at least he understood that the other party was definitely not the same as himself:
"If you really want to help mankind, then please sleep underground forever."
"Humanity... Sin... Help Humanity... New... Race..."
It's getting more and more illogical. Jenkins frowned and wanted to continue asking, but he didn't expect to hear a series of quite coherent words. The other party seemed to have finally found the knack of speaking:
"Believers of lies, surrender to me, and work with me to promote the arrival of the end and bring a new era to mankind. Otherwise, die."
There was no pause just now, but the pronunciation of each word was sharper than the last word, and finally the word "death" almost pierced the eardrum.
"I wonder how you're going to push the end to come?"
Jenkins asked, and the other person actually answered. Jenkins wasn't surprised by this outcome, especially after he heard the response:
"Last year, the gear germ experiment, obtained enough data. This year, the tree house, the undead plague, provided the means of transmission. My power, the fog of doom, the gear germ, the undead plague, cooperation, the curse of the mechanized corpse... Human death, the mechanization of the corpse, contagion Mechanization, the mechanization of the world, the land of steel, will push the end of the eighteenth era, and let mankind survive the end."
"So, have you succeeded?"
"Success, ordinary people, gear germ dilution, will definitely get the curse of the mechanized corpse, there is a very small probability of automatically getting the curse, there is a precedent, and the contagion is very weak. The gifter, affected by the doomsday, has a high probability of getting the curse after death, and the contagion is extremely high Strong. The curse, from Nolan, has spread. The children of the mist, the curse of the mechanized corpse, the true beginning of the end."
After it finished speaking, it waited quietly for Jenkins to answer, but Jenkins didn't speak, so the chain shook uncomfortably, and asked in a sharp voice:
"Believers of lies, we cooperate, together, to create the next era."
"No, human beings are not mechanical creatures, that's not the direction of human evolution. And everything you do is for yourself, to gain power for yourself. The mechanized corpse is an extension of your power. You just want to manipulate the world. And, will you tell me the function of that metal black tower?"
"Black Tower, try."
"What attempt? Don't tell me? You can't be a rebel, right?"
Speaking, Jenkins has raised the sword in his hand.
The corpse spoke for the last time:
"Believer of lies, candidate of savior, die."