Everything is in motion, but also seems to be at rest. Time and space no longer have meaning, only those turning gears have meaning.
He saw that the whole world was changing, and he saw those gears infecting every corner of the material world like a plague of reproduction.
Hills were leveled, ravines were filled, and roaring machines dug minerals from the deepest part of the ground and collected resources from the highest part of the sky.
In a true sense, the world is being manipulated by a single force to develop in a rigid but absolute order.
A sense of identity from the heart emerges in my heart. Jenkins agrees with such a world. This is indeed a possibility, but...
"Is that all?"
He asked in his heart, turning his eyes away from the pages in front of him, forcing his thoughts to leave the illusion he saw.
He looked at the three men sitting quietly behind the book:
"Is that all?"
he asked again.
"It's over so soon?"
The leading man was very surprised, which can be seen from both his expression and his tone.
"Is this the future promised by that machine?"
Jenkins asked:
"The land of steel, the mechanical empire, is that all? Although I only saw part of it, and my field of vision was only limited to a corner, but the future you showed..."
He reached out and touched the book in front of him, and the flames enveloped it. With a howl, the book burned into ashes in the flames, and a layer of black ash fell on the ground:
"It's not as interesting as I thought it would be."
He shook his head and looked at the three people in front of him seriously:
"The future you show is not what that machine really wants, otherwise I am really disappointed. Use the power of machines to control the world, let machines spread all over the world, move mountains and seas, explore the abyss Holding the moon, even leaving nature with no place to hide... Sorry, I have seen this kind of future... "
After a pause, I thought of my hometown with confused eyes:
"Yes, I saw it in my dream, but compared to the future you showed, my dream is much more interesting. Do you think that you can recruit the demigods of the Orthodox Church with this alone?"
He threw out the Explosion Charm in his pocket, and the spell precisely shattered the vase standing in the corner. As the mercury-like liquid in the vase flowed to the ground, everything around it became unreal.
This is the ritual node of the mytho. Although it is hidden, it is no different from putting it under the eyes for Jenkins.
The voices and appearances of the three men became blurred under Jenkins' perception, and similarly, the appearance of the strange orthodox Church's bestower also blurred in front of the three men.
They heard the man's last words as the Myzlock node was destroyed:
"Please wait a few minutes, I will appear in front of you soon."
In the attic on the third floor of the real apartment building, the three men sitting on the chairs suddenly opened their eyes. The only difference from the attic that Jenkins saw was that in addition to the traces of the ceremonial formation, the ground here was also filled with porcelain vases of different heights.
"Retreat immediately, and put away the collected brains and those brain specimens."
The leading man put his hands on the armrests of the chair and stood up. Following its movement, a flash of light erupted from the ritual matrix on the ground, which was a sign of the instability of the mysia:
"Someone else is breaking into the attic too."
The man on the left reminded, sitting in the armchair and trying to keep the mytho stable.
"Don't worry about it, retreat now, and then reverse the effect of the mystic to create chaos."
So the three men all left their seats, and the leading man dragged out the cardboard box in the corner and began to splice the stacked metal parts inside. His hands were very dexterous, and in less than half a minute, those metal parts that fit together were roughly assembled into a standard cube, but there were still a few parts that were not filled to the surface.
The thick-lipped man who was originally sitting on the left got up and immediately walked to the display cabinet hidden in the corner of the room. The cabinets are metal, but the windows are all glass.
He bent over and squinted his eyes, carefully inspected and counted the number of large and small boxes and exquisite metal bottles placed inside, and then opened his mouth wide, opened his mouth wide, opened his mouth wide.
When a small red dot appeared in his mouth, he threw his head down suddenly and "swallowed" the display cabinet into his stomach.
This is an extremely rare space ability. Of course, Jenkins would never learn this ability even if he had spare bubble space. The old elf's [Virtual Tree Space] is more convenient and beautiful.
The third bald man sitting on the right was not as busy as his companions. He walked directly to the trapdoor in the attic, with the index fingers of his left and right hands hooked together in a strange way. As the sound of chanting mantras buzzed in the not-so-spacious room, the metallic color spread from under his feet, and soon the entire ground was covered with a layer of brass-colored metallic film.
Almost at the same time when the spell came into effect, a violent vibration sounded from under the feet of the three of them, as if a huge object was hitting the ceiling on the third floor.
"It doesn't matter, I can at least guarantee that no one will be able to come here within three minutes."
The man who used the spell ability said.
"The cerebrospinal fluid and human brain samples we collected in the past half month have also been put away."
The man who swallowed the cupboard also said.
"Okay, then we will leave immediately, and what we have collected is enough."
The man holding the cube said, and the three gathered quickly, and as the cube fell from his hands and hit the ground, a door frame with the same color and material as the metal cube rose in front of them.
The man took out a matchbox and lit a match and threw it into the door frame. Amidst the roar of steam machinery, a hot gas gushed out from the door frame. The gas did not dissipate, but gathered inside the door frame, making the three of them unable to move. Then look through the door frame to the attic behind.
"Every time I see the strange creations made by Mr. 'Great Wisdom', I can't help but want to admire the exquisite machinery. It is because of this that my Lord agrees to cooperate with Mr. 'Great Wisdom'."
"My lord is just acquiescing, not agreeing, don't speculate on the intention of the great one at will."
The man who made the door yelled, but at the same time as his voice sounded, a clear "click" sounded from the trapdoor not far away.
The three of them turned around immediately, and saw that the door that had been covered by the metal film opened on its own initiative, and then the man who had just talked to them jumped up from the third floor like a swift cat.