The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

Legacy of the Age of Gods? Immemorial - Descendants of the Ancient Clan (Mechanical Descension)*四

Chapter of Destiny: Humility & Perfection

"Brother... how are you doing? Brother, I have lived a very good life these years!"

The white steam gradually dissipated, revealing the covered figure.Hrog, who was older and more decayed than he should have been, was sitting on the driver's seat of the black locomotive. His body trembled with the roar of the engine, and his small eyes looked at the long and narrow corridor through the gaps in the creased eyelids. On the current head of the Titan clan, the hypocritical smile in the dark eyes quickly disappeared, leaving only bitter hatred.

The whole place was silent.

About the fact that the current Titan patriarch exiled his twin brother, most of the people present knew, but they never imagined that one day they would see these two protagonists appearing in the same venue at the same time, let alone the twin brother Sauron There is such a huge difference in appearance between Il and Herrog - one is in the most beautiful, energetic and passionate youth period in life, and the other is already an old man who is dying... No, saying that is all flattery He was dead, or more accurately said... a living corpse.

A living corpse... dry, pale, wrinkled face, dark age spots on the protruding skin, thin and tangled white hair, sunken eye sockets, and a skeleton-like body—if a necromancer stood up There is probably no doubt that the Herrog in front of him is actually a dead person who was resurrected by some means.

What kind of pain does a person have to go through to become this person who is neither human nor ghost?

——Perhaps, only hellish despair.

"Father." Another unfamiliar voice attracted people's attention, but the scientists from the Titans felt that the characteristics of this voice were so familiar...

——Isn't this the mechanical sound that they have heard many times, the kind of artificial intelligence?Although the jerky stagnation that belongs to the mechanical vocal cords is much less, there are some small characteristics of mechanical friction in pronunciation that cannot be erased no matter what!Those present were precisely the top scientists of the Titan family, and they noticed these details.

But when they saw the person who made the voice, almost all the researchers froze in place, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they were in danger of collapsing their worldview.

The blue-black demon god held a jagged bronze epee to tear through the thick white steam, and he strode up to the thin, corpse-like old man.He seemed to be wearing armor or something, but it was like the fusion of armor and human body.

His face is covered with blue translucent goggles, behind where the human spine should be, there is a raised silver-white metal pillar with concave and convex shapes very similar to the spine, on which densely packed slender metal needles are inserted. With a frightening light; with the metal pillar as the center, the heavy-duty armor-like plates spread out and covered the person, and slender pipes and chains were faintly visible between the metal gaps, like blood vessels and blood vessels of the human body. The tendon is average; the waist has a very precise metal ring buckle, the right side is fixed with a bronze serrated sword, and the other side is empty, it is obvious that the sword is being held by him; the design of the slender fingers is the most amazing , it doesn't have the thick feeling of normal people's hands when wearing armor, but is extremely slender and flexible, just like... the hands of real people!

There is a pair of winding metal horns on his head, which makes him look more like those devils in myths and legends, with huge horns and sharp claws, like the sum of all the good and ugly in the world.

Facing this monster that looked both mechanical and human, everyone present was speechless as if their throats had been choked, and their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

"Adam, my dear son." Herrog called the tall and terrifying blue-black demon god affectionately, but there was a terrifying message in his words, which made people shudder, "Come to my father's side... Come to my father's side ... Come and see your uncle!"

There was a malicious gleam in his little eyes as he said this.

The blue-black demon god silently walked over with a long sword with sharp serrations, but no one saw it. Under the blue goggles, deep disgust and dissatisfaction flashed in those blue-black eyes. resistance.

— unbearable...old, ugly, disrespectful...not perfect at all.

——It should be destroyed...can't allow him to pollute more people.

"My dear brother..." Herrog turned to Popov, who was standing on the long and narrow corridor, and there were vicious curses in every sentence. "It's been 300 years since I was deprived of my identity and expelled from the clan by you... 300 years..."

Popov did not speak, but his anger was evident through the crumbling marble parapet.

"Don't destroy public property at every turn! You and your brother will get out if you want to reminisce about the past or if you want to fight. The Azure Star Tower is not a special place to provide a training ground!" sounded.

What he said is really not just worrying - the Titans are good at manufacturing and manipulating weapons of mass destruction to fight. Once they start fighting, it will be a heroic scene like forbidden curses, no matter how many protective spells and magic circles are blessed inside the Azure Star Tower , it can't withstand the power of the forbidden curse, okay!It doesn't matter if the exchange meeting turns into a fighting match in the end, Spewett doesn't want his home to be smashed into a hole!

"It's been 300 years... I am the only one wandering in this huge world, and no one is willing to walk with me..." Herrog muttered to himself, and a huge power emerged from this thin and rickety old man in an instant. Sorrow comes, with a fire of hatred that burns ever fiercer, and 300 years have not been able to quench it, "I swear to revenge--I will take all the powers that have been taken away from me. return!"

He let out a hoarse roar, and the great determination and cruelty hidden in it made everyone tremble.

"Sorren El... My dear twin brother who has given up his original name... Even if someone takes away the glory he deserves, even in a deserted snow field, even if every day I lived with hardships and hardships...but I succeeded in the end! I am the best deserved! Look at what kind of existence you gave up with your own hands! Even under those conditions, I have already completed my life's mission The pinnacle--" Hrog laughed wildly, his broken bellows-like lungs were working hard, and his body was twitching as he gasped violently, looking like he was about to die.

He turned his body sideways with difficulty, showing Adam behind him in front of everyone, and his tone was extremely proud and confident: "Even under such conditions, I finally completed the most perfect work, the legendary - mechanical descendant !"

The entire meeting hall was in silence, only Herrog's wild laughter mixed with violent coughing was heard, crazy and hysterical, his body was twitching violently, as if the laughter would stop abruptly at any time, and people would fall to the ground and die .

He really just died like that.

The blue-black demon god held a long bronze sword in his hand, and half of the blade had sunk into Herrog's thin and crooked body.Thick blood splattered all over Adam, and he slowly turned the hilt of his sword. His black eyes were covered under the goggles, and it was impossible to see his expression.

"Not perfect," Adam said in that low voice, the mechanical friction of the vocal cords barely audible.Herrog's eyes widened, his expression changed from dazed to furious.

"Huh...? What's the situation? Do the robots made by your Titans have the function of killing their creators?" Spewett was stunned. Shouldn't machines absolutely obey orders?Why did that Adam stab Herrog with a sword?Compared with other robots, the most prominent feature of the Mechanic God is that it can kill its master?Then who dares to make it!

Popov was in great shock, and it was the King of Knights who answered him:

"Strictly speaking, the mechanical descendant should not be a robot, but an alternative mechanical life form—or a construct. It has its own thinking mode and independent decision-making power. This is indeed the behavior mode of normal life forms. " The King of Knights looked at the scene below, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't know what to think of, "From this perspective, Herrog has indeed succeeded...he created a living life."

Every living thing... wants to control its own freedom.

"Cough... Ya, Adam...?" Blood stains covered the face that was too old due to heavy work and hard life, Herrog looked at the blue-black demon god, and screamed hysterically, "How do you Dare—how dare you—! You are something I made, I made it! You piece of trash made of scrap copper and rubbish—! If it weren't for me...you are still fighting with those scraps of iron Stacked together, waiting to be melted into new armor... who gave you the right—who allowed you—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Adam raised his head, and a boy in a black top hat and a red tuxedo stood in front of him with a pure smile on his face.Just as the boy let go of his hand, a slender and sharp quill was inserted into Herog's throat, which happened to destroy his vocal cords, and at the same time released a large amount of blood, hastening the arrival of death.

"Here, take it and wipe it off. Your body is covered in blood and looks so dirty." The young man raised his head and handed him a pack of tissues without fear of Adam, who was covered in steel in front of him.

Adam hesitated for a moment, reached out to take the tissue and began to wipe the blood he had just seen.

—he couldn't stand the old thing's dirty blood on him.

——But why...the other party can guess him so thoroughly, and even come over to participate?Aren't those imperfect cowards huddled together and shivering?

Perhaps guessing his question, the young man narrowed his dark eyes: "His barking is too ugly, I can't bear it." He continued very confidently, "I guess you can't bear this kind of wretched and disgusting." Dad did it, didn't he? Good job!" The boy leaned over and slapped him on the shoulder very familiarly, and there was a unified gasping sound from behind, but Adam didn't make any move.

Among the crowd huddled behind him, a hooded figure moved slightly.

I don't know why... He felt that the other party had an aura that he was very familiar with.

"Your name is Adam, right? I guess we are from the same place. My name is Xie, and Titan is the last name given to me by the big fool upstairs." The boy said to him in a low voice, "To be honest, this communication will be really boring, but there are I think this episode of yours is worth the price of admission! Oh, sorry, I forgot, there is no need to buy a ticket for this exchange meeting."

The current scene is really weird. Those who came to kick the hall were slaughtered by their subordinates, and then those who were kicked came up to chat with their subordinates quickly... The eyes of the visiting nobles are full of fear, just afraid of that ferocious demon god Kill all the people present; on the other hand, the researchers have already pulled out their instruments to carry out remote measurements with their eyes shining. They only hate that they can't get close to the said mechanical descendant like Mr. Xie for the sake of academic rigor... …It’s such a huge contrast.

While the chat was in full swing, Adam suddenly moved. The tall Mechanic descended instantly hugged the white-haired boy with one hand, and tightly grasped the hilt of the bronze sawtooth sword with the other hand, and rushed towards the crowd. Go, those nobles panicked immediately.

But the truly terrifying thing happened at the back—the warriors wearing the silver cross suddenly appeared around the crowd, and the swords in their hands chopped off the heads of the nobles without hesitation, soaking the ground in thick blood.

"Seriously, you can put me down, student Adam, I'm not a pure intellectual, my development direction has always been a violent one!" Xie said bitterly, the silver-purple firearm was assembled in his hand in an instant, and the silver bullet Spinning and leaving trails, it pierced through the eyebrows of a soldier with a silver cross badge extremely accurately, and the opponent's body fell backwards and fell heavily on the ground.

"Look at your small body and say such things!" The mechanical voice expressed contempt without hesitation, and Adam said that you are still far behind with your small body!The sawtooth sword in his right hand slashed violently, cutting off an enemy who rushed forward. The blood grooves on both sides of the giant sword were immediately filled with red, and the silver and white cross badge was so dazzling in the scarlet.

The tacit understanding between the two people is simply surreal. Of course, that must first ignore their talk in the battle...

The scene was completely in chaos, even worse than when Herrog kicked the gymnasium before——Although Herrog and Adam joined forces to play the gymnasium, Adam was the only one in actual combat power, and now a silver-white weapon suddenly appeared. The elite army is obviously an ambush planned early in the morning!

Fortunately, apart from those stupid nobles and ministers, the visitors from the Titans, the mages from the Azure Star Tower, and those visitors from other races were not vegetarians, and quickly started to fight back.

But... this can only make the scene even more chaotic.

The identity of the army wearing the silver cross badge is obvious.

"People of the holy court..." The knight king's silver eyes flashed, revealing a trace of apology, "I'm very sorry for dragging you down—probably the current Pope sent me to kill me."

She had guessed this earlier, so she came to the appointment alone without any entourage.

It is true that heroes are needed in troubled times, but it also depends on how much influence and appeal the hero has.Just as the emperor is always worried about whether the powerful prime minister has plans for his own position, the current Pope naturally has a thousand-year existence in the world, has almost become a legend, and is almost in the hearts of many holy court priests. It is equivalent to being wary of a knight king who is a god.After all, in this world... who doesn't have ambition?

She once had ambitions... the biggest but also the tiniest wish——

I want to live with those two people and live an ordinary and happy life.

It's a pity that the final outcome...

The old friend who swore to be together forever was buried in the grave by her own hands, and she fell into a deep sleep after the end of the battle... When she woke up again, there was no trace of her friend in the stories that were circulated many years later. The girl also died, leaving only the will of the "Knight King" living in this body.

The King of Knights smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned to the fighters who had identified the mastermind behind the scenes. Spewett's old but still firm voice could be heard next to his ears.

"You don't have to blame yourself. The Pope probably didn't like us a long time ago, right? This time, apart from you, the Azure Star Tower and the Titans are also the targets he wants to conquer! This day will come sooner or later, and we have already done it Ready to fight!"

The King of Knights understood, she pulled out the long cross sword she had been carrying around her waist, turned over and jumped down the corridor!

"This exchange meeting is really a magical turning point...Hellog, who kicked the hall, was killed by Adam, and then came from the Holy Court...Tsk, it's really embarrassing." The shadow with the hood Muttering in the corner, watching the comically chaotic drama, a strand of purple hair illuminated by the twilight.

The author has something to say:

The Seven Devils and the Eight Glories fight side by side!

... It is estimated that the next chapter will be able to handle this episode.