Shadow of the Beautiful World

Soon, the angel, discovered by members of the Deadlock gang, was taken back to the Romans' tent.

It really is an angel.

Although he was wearing a baggy shirt and jeans, the blood-stained white wings on his back could not be fooled.

He was hurt.

gunshot wound.

What bullet can hurt you?

The Roman looked at the angel clutching his stomach in amazement, that guy's handsome face was full of pain and weakness.

He looked at the Roman, and he said:

Are you the person in charge here?

Me? I'm not.

The Roman, who was in the middle two, said frankly:

I'm just a mercenary, the real mastermind will come soon, but I think you will be frightened by them, here is a group

robot.

The angel smiled weakly. He leaned back on the chair, covering the bleeding wound, and said:

The Mechanicus, right? We've been watching them, long before you.

To be watched by eyes from heaven

The curtain of the tent was pulled up, and Ms. Cumming, who was wearing a long robe and leaning on a mechanical cane, walked into the tent. This mysterious woman looked at the angel sitting there.

she says:

Then we are really honored. You are the one who watched us nearby recently, right? Angel!

Cough cough.

That angel coughed twice in pain, the injury in his body made him seem speechless, so he could only nod his head with difficulty.

I wanted to ask, what made you abandon your duties and show up in front of our eyes?

Ms. Mechanical Priest Jemima Cumming looked at the wound on the angel's abdomen, and said:

Now it seems that you have been plotted against? Why don't you go back to heaven to heal your wounds, and come to us instead?

At least you are killing demons.

The angel said with difficulty:

This proves that you are not with hell

He doesn't speak anymore.

Under the gaze of the Romans and Cumming, the angel gritted his teeth, and inserted his fingers into the wound on his abdomen in a gesture of a strong man breaking his wrist.

The pure and holy blood dripped onto the ground drop by drop.

With a painful wail, something was pulled out of the body by the angel.

He raised his bloody finger and handed the thing to Ms. Cumming. He said with difficulty:

I don't know who can trust someone is hunting us Balakir with lightning is dead, it was an ambush, all his companions are dead I'm the last

Take it, give it to

The angel's face was distorted, and he was in great pain, as if a force was preventing him from finishing his last words.

Golden light shone in his eyes and mouth, like a shining bomb detonated inside him.

The reverberating out-of-control force startled the Roman, who turned his head and rushed out of the tent.

But behind him, a golden, water-like light has spread.

boom

A terrifying explosion swept everything in an instant.

All the things placed in the tent were involved in the energy explosion, and a group of miniature golden mushroom clouds rose in situ, blasting the ground into a big crater.

The nearby omnics and heroes of the Deadlock gang watched this scene blankly.

They rushed to the direction of the explosion.

But after the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the people in the tent were safe and sound in the impact-shaped pit.

There was a silver-white metal arm stretched out behind the Mechanical Priest. In front of her eyes, the blue energy defense matrix was already broken, but it protected her and the Romans behind her in the explosion.

It's a pity that the two omnics that guarded her, as well as several brothers of the Romans, were seriously injured in the explosion.

Don't touch them!

Miss Cumming glanced at the strange thing that was still stained with blood.

She glanced back to see the Romans trying to drag their badly wounded brother out of the crater.

But was stopped by the mechanical priest.

She squatted down, and shot out a blue light curtain from the mechanical arm extending from her back, scanning the bodies of those seriously injured.

On the lenses of Ms. Cumming's unorthodox glasses, the conditions of the injured were listed.

After a moment she raised her head and said to the Roman:

Ordinary treatment methods are useless to them. Their internal organs have been destroyed, and some of their limbs have been destroyed by the explosion. But you are lucky, there is a treatment for this kind of injury in the Mechanic God's resident.

Ms. Cumming stood up, and the silver-white mechanical arm behind her flexibly deflected, overlapped, and was retracted under her robe.

Like a real priest, she said slowly:

The combination of machinery and flesh and blood will allow them to overcome the difficulties of life, so that death can no longer take them away.

But it requires your approval.

She looked at the stern-faced Roman, and then at the few heroes lying on the ground who were dying.

She said softly:

They can't last long, you have to make a decision early.

The fusion of machinery and flesh and blood

The Roman stopped the chatter of his brothers behind him, raised his head, looked at Cumming, and said:

Will they become like you after they are cured?

almost.

Ms. Cumming replied ambiguously:

If they're willing to join the Mechanicus, they'll get even more advanced omnics. And as long as they keep their mouths shut, no one will find out they've been modified.

good!

The Roman gritted his teeth and said:

Heal first, join your church, that needs to be decided by themselves, wait until they wake up!

Snapped

Ms Cumming snapped her fingers.

A few seconds later, several medical omnics flew out of the factory driven by the thrusters.

They used very professional methods to accommodate the seriously injured in a temporary biological cabin, and then returned to the station with the biological cabin.

Wait, Ms. Cumming.

The Roman watched with relief as his brother was taken to medical treatment.

He turned his head and looked at the mechanical priest who turned and left. He felt an urge to ask the answer. This employment, as well as the battle last night, proved that the employment of the Deadlock Gang this time was not what it seemed on the surface. So simple.

So he called to Cumming.

The two exchanged glances, and then left one after the other. A few minutes later, the Roman came to Ms. Cumming's office.

After the office door was closed, he was not polite, and said straight to the point:

We all saw the battle last night. I don't think you need our help. We have all seen that powerful cyborg and those advanced omnics dedicated to fighting and slaughtering!

The Roman slapped the table, glaring at the mechanical priest.

He said:

You spent a lot of money to hire us here, what is it for?

The mechanical priest didn't answer immediately, she reached out and took off her hood, revealing her face.

Beautiful oval face, and short black hair.

After she took off those weird glasses, there was still a pair of brown eyes.

The Romans originally thought that this mysterious woman must have undergone many transformations like the cyborg last night, but now it seems that she still has a human body.

It's just that there is an extra pair of mechanical arms behind it that can move freely and have many functions.

She is still human.

As long as you stay here, you can get money, and you don't have to work hard, just treat it as a vacation? Why do you want to ask the bottom line?

Ms Cumming poured herself a cup of coffee and another for the Roman.

She made a sit down gesture, and the Roman hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the chair.

The mechanical priest said softly:

The things you want to know, the doubts and anxiety in your heart, the battlefield you saw last night, are these important to you?

Of course it's important!

The Roman said in a deep voice:

I have spoken to Miss Ash on the phone, and Miss Ash told me that I can freely decide whether to continue to fulfill the agreement with you

Seriously, Ms. Cumming, it makes us uncomfortable to be here after watching last night's fight.

well

The petite mechanical priest let out a sigh.

She stood up, walked to the French windows, looked at the huge crack in the center of the factory, and after a few seconds, she said:

It's just a missionary.

Preach?

The Roman's eyes widened.

He grew up in New York and had seen missionary scenes in other churches, so he couldn't relate the battle last night to a mission.

He looked at Miss Cumming's back, and said:

You used the tragic war to preach the teachings of Mechanicus to us?

Humans are different from machines after all. We have another, more convenient missionary system for omnics, but we can do very little when it comes to humans.

Ms Cumming smiled and said:

Flesh and blood bodies like us cannot directly download the 'soul circuit', and naturally cannot understand the core teachings of the Mechanicus.

The so-called sacred connection between the God of Myriad Machines and the Machine Soul, the theory of knowledge and containers, and the system of mechanical reincarnation. The Eye of Heaven will not allow us to appear in cities where humans gather, so we can only use this 'conservative' The way.

She looked back at the Roman, and said frankly:

Another mercenary group will come here this afternoon, and there will be more tomorrow.

You will be the audience, and you will fully see the war of the Mechanicus against the demons, and you will understand the significance of our existence to this world.

We don't need you to do other things, you just need to record this and then take it back and spread it to those around you

The circle of superheroes and mercenaries will leave behind this legend. More people will know the existence of Mechanicus, and more people will know the power of machinery. This is my purpose.

The Roman frowned, thought for a moment, and then responded:

But what's the point? I don't think hearing some stories will bring you believers, neither do I

strength!

The mechanical priest stretched out a finger, interrupting the Roman's rhetorical question.

Looking back at the Roman, she said:

You have traces of t-serum and multiple biological transformations on your body. They give you strength and make you stand out from ordinary people and become a respected superhero.

You have power, and power has won you wealth and fame, but I think you also know that after the disbandment of the Heroes Association, the official attitude towards superheroes has changed from laissez-faire to suppression.

She blinked and said:

Maybe Miss Ash is a wealthy and intelligent leader, but I believe that even she can't make your strength continue to increase.

But Mr. Roman, have you ever paid attention to the changes in the world in the last seven months?

There are more and more people like you, and new forces are being born, for better or for worse.

Just like the waves pushing forward, if you don't find a way to improve your strength, low-level superhumans like you and your brothers will soon be submerged in the environment of continuous improvement.

Everything you gain through power will also be lost through power.

The mechanical priest chuckled, and she said:

After experiencing a truly wonderful life, are you willing to go with the flow?

I invite you to come here to show you the great power of the Mechanicus. The fusion of flesh and blood has almost unlimited possibilities in the future.

You also saw Gustav, he is the mechanical defender stationed here by Mechanicus, but can you think of it?

Before 14 days, he was just a 300-pound stupid vegetative who had never been trained and could only rely on medical technology to survive, with weak will and made big mistakes

Ms. Cumming's tone became low, as if releasing some kind of temptation.

She looked at the Romans, and she said:

If a former waste can reach this level, then how powerful will a superhero like you be after undergoing mechanical transformation?

You follow Ms. Ash willingly. I think it's not just because of the salary or the contract that you also admire her, right? But will she treat you differently?

What qualifications do you have to deserve her to look at you differently?

The mechanical priest sat back on her chair, crossed her fingers, looked at the silent Roman, and said:

Everything about you comes from her. Without the T-serum she gave you, you would still be just a decadent middle-aged man dreaming of a hero.

Roman's fingers clasped.

But he didn't say much.

The power brought by biological modification is illusory, it is a very picky power, and it does not apply to everyone.

And the so-called ability is a psychedelic toxin. It uses luck to choose its own host, but it makes everyone yearn for it.

Cumming said softly:

Mechanical, it's different.

The machine is generous, it is benevolent, it treats all people equally.

As long as you embrace it, it will give you strength and will serve you.

I am also a human being, and I am well aware of the concerns of most people, but I think it is completely unnecessary.

The mechanical priest held out a finger, and she said to the Roman:

Let me ask you a question, what do you think is the most important thing about a person? What makes up the concept of 'person'?

Is it your flesh and blood that will rot and smell forever, or the soul hidden under the flesh and blood?

Snapped

Something was put in front of the Romans, it was a badge with a geared skull engraved on it.

Ms. Cumming pushed the badge to the Roman.

She drank her coffee and said:

As I said just now, this is a mission. Maybe the method is a bit hardcore and shocking, but it's not a bad thing.

Only when one realizes the weakness of flesh and blood can one have the possibility of soul soaring.

If you want to be a bigger hero than you are, if you want to take more responsibility for the world, if you want to fulfill your ambitions, you have to make sacrifices.

Only a child thinks that I want everything. The adult world requires you to make choices.

Ms. Cumming's eyes narrowed, and she whispered devilishly:

Want to be immortal

Your life must first be remembered.

Should I go back to New York and continue playing house games with Miss Ash? Or join us and face this era of great change?

I leave the choice to you, Mr. Roman.

Oh, yes, one last thing.

The transformation of the Mechanicus can retain your senses and reproductive system. After embracing power, you can still enjoy your life with those superficial chicks. So, there is no need to have too much unnecessary psychological burden.

Think about it, the door of the Mechanicus is always open to you, my brother.