"I noticed that you called the Difference Engine 'Great Wisdom' instead of My Lord? That's strange."
The dialogue in the air is still going on. Compared with the difference machine, these spiritual imprints from the past are much more reasonable, and it is discovered that Jenkins will not continue to entangle.
"We agree with Great Wisdom's ideas and actions, so we help it during the short period of time when it is out of the seal. We are on the same level as Great Wisdom, and Great Wisdom also agrees with this, so we will take the initiative before dying. Cut off a part of your own spirit and give it to it."
replied the old elf.
"I didn't see that it still has this kind of appeal."
Jenkins thought in his heart, and then said to the illusory old elf in front of him:
"But you can't convince me. Change it. Although you are only the manifestation of spiritual power, you are still an elf after all. How can you be so disrespectful to the World Tree?"
"world Tree?"
The old elf in front of him is not even a living thing, but a superficial manifestation of mental power, and can only respond to specific scenes and information, so of course he cannot see what is wrong with Jenkins at a glance like all other elves.
But he did still retain his instinctive reaction to the World Tree. Subconsciously, he wanted to bend down and bow, but he stopped his movements:
"Although I agree with great wisdom and am willing to help it, I have never forgotten that I was once an elf, and I also held a coming-of-age ceremony with my friends under the world tree. I can't convince you, but I want to remind you that our Appearing, definitely not to simply disturb your thoughts. Look at your arms."
After speaking, he also disappeared into the air.
Jenkins thought about it suspiciously, continued to hold the cane with one hand, and rolled up the sleeve with the other hand, and then saw a few black spots on his shiny arm.
He didn't notice it at all until he was reminded by the elf. This is not some kind of poison or curse, but the influence of the decaying mental power that has accumulated for many years. In other words, that group of mental power mixed with a lot of mixed thoughts, and after many times of fusion, many times of tempering, and the erosion of time, it has become almost garbage.
The rotting garbage may be reabsorbed by the earth, but the rotting spiritual force, if it can persist, is a poison that is harmful to all souls. This kind of thing comparable to "human pus" can only be produced by an ancient existence like the difference engine, but any other creature that can exist for so many years like it will not be bored to contain it. The crystallization of a large group of slowly decaying spiritual power.
In short, due to Jenkins' rash contact, the rotten spirit has spread to his body along the spiritual link. He should be able to detect it himself, but because of the special nature of this mass of mental energy, he didn't notice it until he was reminded.
"It doesn't matter."
Thinking in his heart, Ling Bian began to wash his torso. Those black traces naturally faded little by little, but they continued to appear because of the continuous contact between Jenkins and the broken soul. This was a tug-of-war, and unless Jenkins gave up the spiritual battle, it would last for a long time.
The space in Paradise became more and more unstable, and streaks of black lightning appeared in the night sky. This is not thunder, but a sign that the space is about to collapse. The paradox itself is not suitable for a decisive battle, after all, it is just space fragments.
Suppressed by Jenkins on the double level, and with the help of twenty-four demigods who are determined to die in this battle, the most important fighting body of the Difference Machine, which was deliberately pulled into the delusion, could not even reach the earth's crust. A breakthrough will almost lead to defeat.
The sudden black aura was so powerful that it converged in the space in front of Jenkins. Due to the effect of the spirit, the space collapsed to form a huge black hole, and with the sound of glass breaking, a huge metal tentacle protruded from it. Since the monster couldn't get to the ground by squeezing through the ground, it actually thought of smashing the space directly.
The tentacle struck Jenkins' forehead, but before it touched him, it was frozen in the air. Jenkins raised his head, and the huge rotating gear phantom flashed in his right eye. With the bronze light almost shooting out of his eyes, he said calmly:
"go back."
So the tentacles obediently retracted into the shattered space, and the shattered space recovered immediately.
"What's the point of doing that?"
Jenkins was a little tired of this kind of struggle, let go of all his strength, and let the bronze-colored light pour into the double helix structure of vines and metal under his feet.
The bell rang again, but this time it rang behind Jenkins, and the looming shadow of the huge steel tree reappeared.
"Isn't it better to let your body core come to see me directly?"
He suddenly raised his right hand, waved it lightly in the air, and the bronze-colored metallic luster was scattered into the air. The huge net of brass chains shot out by the tentacles was immediately corroded into a rusty bronze color after being stained with those light spots. Jenkins is gradually robbing the giant monster of its power.
"Pointless."
Pulled out the cane with both hands, and then stabbed sharply. Green life, gray death, and bronze unborn and undead, three completely balanced powers follow the double helix structure, from the smallest point in the sky, to the ground.
The rotating brilliance lit up the entire square. But the old man by the square can feel how terrifying this is:
"Jenkins has really grown."
Looking at Nolan, Jenkins is determined to end this now. The chaotic color of the three-color fusion entered the ground, and immediately spread to the entire ground of the paradox. People heard the sound below the ground, and saw the fire and scorching steam gushing from the cracks in the ground.
At this moment, Jenkins' arms suddenly itched, which was the effect of those polluting and rotting spiritual forces. But he didn't waver at all. He closed his eyes to make the already strong spiritual connection even more stable.
He boldly let go of his soul to touch the soul of the giant underground metal monster. When he opened his eyes again, under the black night sky of Nolan that was about to collapse, translucent phantoms appeared one after another, surrounding the sky around Jenkins looked down at him.
These are the gifts left to the machine by the people who agree with the concept of the difference machine and are willing to help it for tens of thousands of years, and there are even people belonging to the eighteenth century.
People held out their hands to Jenkins as gestures of invitation, but Jenkins just shook his head:
"You are just imprints left by your spiritual power, not even complete consciousness. Leave, this is coming to an end."
He said, but those phantoms did not dissipate:
"The savior of the eighteenth century, we have witnessed countless years, and the consciousness of hundreds of us has already demonstrated the correctness of mechanization."
Everything around seemed to be shaking, black smoke and gray fog twisted together, and then blown by the strong wind, as if the whole world was about to collapse. But neither Jenkins nor the twenty-four demigods who entered the strange realm were afraid. Those auras that represented their power worked steadily, like isolated islands in a stormy sea.
Jenkins has confidence in himself and has already seen the end, so he is not worried, but the people who took the risk to help Jenkins purely rely on courage and determination to save the world. There will always be some people who stand up at the most dangerous moment in the world and sacrifice themselves in exchange for even the slightest possibility.
This is probably the courage of mankind, and this is probably the hymn of mankind.
The voices of the phantoms can only be heard by Jenkins who is in contact with them. The voices seem to come from all directions, a collection of voices from thousands of people.
"Have you ever argued? No, the truth is often only in the hands of a few."
Jenkins replied to the strong wind in front of him, which made the hem of his coat flutter, and his eyes had to be squinted to keep from crying.
"No, the truth has to be demonstrated, and those of us have demonstrated it for thousands of years. The conclusion is, the savior of the eighteenth century, you are hindering the evolution of mankind, the ultimate evolution."
One after another phantoms leaped across the space and rushed towards Jenkins. They were not trying to attack, but to pass all the information contained in their own mental power to Jenkins. Even if these thoughts are not polluting at all, they are enough to brainwash a sound-minded person into part of their thoughts, not to mention that the spiritual power at this time has rotted into something close to poison and garbage after the scouring of time.
A huge amount of information washed Jenkins' mind in a short period of time, and the firm common thoughts of thousands of people echoed in Jenkins' mind over and over again. Those ideas about the mechanical evolution of human beings and the construction of a world where all things are equal, all squeezed into Jenkins' mind.
But these are completely useless, the soul of a god will not be afraid of the messy thoughts of mortals. What's more, Jenkins has seen a technological civilization that is more advanced than steam civilization, and understands that as long as human courage and curiosity are still there, human wisdom is the most powerful weapon of human beings, and human beings do not need to get rid of their weak bodies.
If all human beings are transformed from flesh and blood into metal configurations, it will lock the possibility of further human evolution. Every race has its own unique talents and abilities. No race is completely useless, and it is really stupid to abandon the characteristics of one's own race to cater to other people's ideas.
So instead of dreading the frantic flood of ideas, Jenkins tried to debate them in his own head. But those thoughts are just imprints of thoughts, and they don't have the ability to talk to him and exchange views.
This made Jenkins realize once again that these things are just "repeaters" for the difference machine to promote its own ideas. So he completely ignored it, and instead forcibly pulled the broken soul into his own soul.