I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Watching the figure of the foreign woman, she disappeared into the mist.

Ling Ping walked back to the store and pulled down the rolling shutter.

Then, lock the door, go to the counter, and pick up the phone.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the ring watch in the drawer and the cyan spar, and said, "Maybe it's a valuable item..."

"Take it upstairs and put it away!"

The local public security in the Federation has always been very good.

But petty theft is never easy to guard against.

With those two things, he went back upstairs and turned on the light. Ling Ping Ping slumped onto the soft sofa as usual.

"Comfortable!" He said, opened a can of drink, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"Play games!"

"I feel that I will definitely be able to break through the unyielding silver tonight and step into the golden rank of glory!"

It has been a few days since he fell into the silver segment and then quickly plunged into the bronze abyss.

It's time to fight back and let the Golden Warriors see the wrath of the Avengers!

He threw the unknown cyan spar and the ring watch aside, took out his mobile phone, and entered the canyon.

The canyon tonight is destined to be bloody and rainy!

……………………………………

Get out of the fog.

Ruined hills reappeared in front of us.

Holding the "Mechanical Gospel" tightly in her hand, Elizabeth gave the mastermind an instruction: "Mastermind, correct the time!"

"The time is now, the 102nd year of the Era of the Void, April 14th, at 3:12 pm!"

"When did I enter the fog?" Elizabeth asked again.

"April 14, 102, at 3:11 pm!"

Elizabeth looked up suddenly.

Sure enough, she didn't expect it.

She held up the "Mechanical Gospel" in her hand, feeling the steel rhythm and the roar of the engine transmitted from the book.

"Mastermind!" she asked: "Flesh is weak, steel is eternal!"

"Would you like to walk with me on the path of spreading the eternal way of steel?"

The quantum master brain under the frontal lobe of the brain was originally a tool for mass production and installation of Doomsday Fortress.

Just a dull tool.

But Elizabeth knew that, now, it was no longer the mastermind it once was.

The will of the machine has penetrated into the data of the master brain.

Eternal steel gives the master mind its own will.

as predicted.

After a moment of lag, the master's voice echoed in Elizabeth's brain.

"Flesh is weak, steel is eternal!"

"Okay!" Elizabeth laughed.

The mechanized mind is disintegrated at this moment.

In its place is a whole new kind of power.

A real machine is by no means rigid and ruthless.

It is absolutely materialistic, absolutely rational, absolutely rational!

With Elizabeth's smile, the nano-biochemical machines in her body began to pop out and cover her body.

She knelt down, faced the mist, and recited the hymn of the Mechanicus: "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine..."

The armor on her body, as she chanted, gradually flowed, like water, merging with each other.

"Ring the bell twice, press the button, the engine ignites, the turbine ignites..."

The tiny fusion reactor, installed in the body, began to dissolve, slowly turning into an old, old, but powerful steam turbine.

The flesh and blood is pumped into it, generating tremendous power.

The will of steel emerged from Elizabeth.

"Toll the bell three times..."

The mechanical bell rang in her body.

"Praise in unison!"

The great will, descended from the void, gazed upon this miserable world.

Elizabeth shuddered and praised: "O great spirit of all possibilities!"

"You are the Lord of creation, and the apocalypse that destroys everything!"

"More is better, bigger is better!"

"Evaporate! Burn! Forge!"

"Flesh is weak, steel is eternal!"

When Elizabeth stood up again, she was truly and completely integrated with the steel. All the nano-biochemical machines originally installed in her body were now truly integrated with her, including the quantum master brain.

She stretched out her hand, and her silver-white steel skin glowed brightly in the pale and cold sunlight.

With a light grip, the steel arm turned into flesh and blood again.

Crystal clear, white as jade.

She knew that she had become a steel nun, a mechanical missionary.

The great spirit of all possibilities has already favored her.

From then on, flesh and blood are both steel, and steel is both flesh and blood.

In her hand, the mechanical gospel opened automatically.

In the ear, a babble was transmitted directly to the brain.

She knew her mission - to build a mechanical temple, build a steel altar, and spread the gospel of machinery and steel to the world.

In the end, the great spirit of all machines will come to this universe.

Expel all evil gods.

It will also bring the true truth to the universe.

Flesh is weak, steel is eternal!

……………………………………

The painting style of the canyon is no different from usual.

Maester Zaun and Commonwealth take dutiful sons and never miss every game.

However, all these difficulties cannot stop Ling Ping's journey of ascending points.

As the enemy's crystal exploded, a golden light flashed across the phone screen.

Ling Ping'an officially entered the golden rank of Glory.

After several days of sinking, he finally came back and returned to the peak and honor of the past.

"Brother is awesome!" He happily picked up the drink on the sofa and suffocated: "Wait for the scumbags in the canyon!"

"Your king, is back!"

He already has the confidence to reach the legendary strongest king segment and let the canyon warriors submit to his feet!

Suddenly, Lingping scratched his head: "Why is this drink so spicy!"

He felt as if he was drunk.

The belly is hot.

The whole person also seemed a little sleepy.

Yawning, he picked up the bottle of drink and looked at it in front of him: "It's soda, not wine..."

But he didn't think about it too much, just put down the phone and lay down on the sofa: "It was all night yesterday, and I just got some sleep today!"

But he simply forgot that the blue spar he had placed in the corner of the sofa had disappeared.

He soon fell asleep.

Everything in the dream is so chaotic, there is only darkness and nothingness in front of you.

"Have this dream again!" Ling Ping sighed.

This dream, he has made it big since he was a child.

Sometimes it may not be possible to dream once a year, but sometimes, it will appear continuously.

Lingping had a hard time understanding this dream.

But he's used to it.

Therefore, he simply floated around in the chaos in the dream.

Everything in the dream is so silent and dark. And his body, like a feather flying in the wind, can float everywhere.

Over the years, he has adapted.

Usually he just needs to float and float and float and wake up naturally.

But this time, it was a little different.

He floated and floated in his dreams. I don't know how long it has been floating, and suddenly, bursts of harsh suona and guanidine musical instruments entered my ears.

That suona sound, very strange, is worse than any noise.

And those dazzling musical instruments sound like DJs in bars and nightclubs frantically playing discs.

Just listening to it made people upset, grumpy, and subconsciously, Ling Ping scolded: "Blow your sister!"

"To shut up!"

So, the world is quiet.

And he also woke up.

"It's already morning!" He opened his eyes, and the morning sun fell from the windowsill to the balcony.

There are already cars on the road downstairs.

Picking up the phone on the sofa, Ling Ping'an looked at the screen, there was a message.

Auntie: Peace, the girl you introduced to you last time said that you never added her. What happened?

Ling Ping Ping looked at it, and quickly pretended not to see it.

Put your phone in your crotch.

Blind date or something...too troublesome.

Isn't the game fun?

Or not happy with coding?

Why bother yourself, and make yourself in your twenties, just like those of your peers, with a baby in the left hand and a baby in the right.

"Huh!" Lingping suddenly looked at the sofa.

The ring watch is still in place.

But the spar was missing.

Ling Ping'an immediately became nervous, and rummaged on and off the sofa for a long time.

But in the end, even the shadow of the spar was not found.

"Where did you go?" He scratched his head: "Didn't I bring it upstairs? No, I remember it was brought up!"

He recalled that last night, he went upstairs and slumped on the sofa to fight in the canyon, and drank a can of soda by the way.

then……

Like, that spar was once placed with a soda can?

He hurriedly picked up the deflated soda can from the glass table, but when he looked left and right, he couldn't see the spar.

"damn!"

"I guess I have to pay someone!"

"I don't know how much that spar is worth..."

"In case the lion opens its mouth..."

As a result, the young bookstore owner became worried.