Chapter 887 Fighting for Peace?

At this moment, outside the high walls of the Twilight Country, a brutal contact battle has begun.

The escorts running on the city wall skillfully controlled various machine guns, squandering the bullets just produced from the production line, forming firepower points, and began to fire freely.

With the arrival of the master of metallurgy from the Russian Federation, the equipment of the Paradise Guards once again underwent a change in less than half a day.

With the terrifying productivity of the Twilight Country, as long as there is technology, there will be a steady stream of output.

Titan III exoskeleton powered armor, the representative weapon of the Russian coalition suppression force, the Eagle-type anti-armor shotgun that is enough to break through the defense of high-level Ascendants, Belloberg GACB473 urban defense cannon... and even Svarog II Type-to-surface missiles are also continuously produced from the production line like hens laying eggs.

When the huge steel moth rose into the sky, dark clouds quickly enveloped the sky over the Twilight Country. Under the dim light, countless lightnings emerged from it, and large groups of creatures with backs and wings turned into charcoal and fell from it, like a heavy rain.

That was the hope placed on the new era. The meteorological tool that the Changing Ones were proud of has become an out-and-out weapon of war after ushering in the complete hell.

During the War of the Realms, with the workshop owner's unsparing investment, tens of thousands of iron moths once soared over the Sea of ​​Titans, locking the sky.

Soon, as Charlemagne's Holy Knight returned from the bloodshed, another deformed angel was dragged into the molten steel furnace water, neighed miserably, burned, and was cruelly decomposed into the finest structures by the steel before flowing on the assembly line. On top, countless arms began to meticulously reprocess.

Finally, on the slowly rising platform, the reborn steel spider raised its slender legs and joined the hunt!

The heavy and huge steel spider climbed over the city wall, and soon fell into the endless black tide outside the wall. After fighting hard and causing tragic casualties, it was severely damaged by the hordes of hells that followed one after another. , disintegrated, scrapped in sparks and smoke, torn apart.

But as the abdominal sac ruptured, countless human-sized steel balls tumbled out from it. The round iron balls reflected blank and deformed faces.

Those smooth shells quickly fell apart, and the small spiders produced from them began to jump out nimbly, waving their sharp blades, and began to spread crazily.

Hundreds of spiders were scattered on the huge battlefield, like a drop of water blending into the ocean, and quickly disappeared.

But not long after, one drop of water turned into two drops of water, four drops of water, eight drops of water...

After being rewritten layer by layer, these engineering equipment used to deal with building debris and debris have turned into ruthless replicating machines, nightmarish von Neumann machines that hunt, eat, and quickly extract all steel in the furnace. Alloy, grow, and then start a new round of fertility again.

It seems like it will never end...

On the chariot of gold and bones, Gala held the sickle blade and looked at the scene in the distance quietly, without any of the anxiety and impatience he had before, but instead full of patience and interest.

His eyes did not fall on the spiders and moths, but instead stared intently at the city wall.

"In the current situation, this kind of weapon is so convenient. A mortal can kill a demigod by pulling the trigger... There is no difference between a nobleman who inherits the holy blood and a down-and-out beggar in front of the weapon."

He pinched his chin and praised: "Although it is a bit hypocritical, the era of the Astronomical Society is really amazing."

"Is there an age without God?"

On the chariot, another passenger exclaimed: "It sounds really good. It must be very peaceful, right?"

"Huh, maybe?"

Gala turned back, glanced at the longing Greek hero Hercules, and said calmly: "They don't worship gods, not because they are more civilized and enlightened, but because in their era, gods have no power - they Worship something else, something else, something more powerful.”

Hercules looked over in confusion.

"The vast majority of people worship money, and even more people worship power."

"Businessmen and careerists have existed since ancient times, and it is not uncommon."

"I haven't finished yet. Some of them also worship numbers. There are many numbers. They like to write down every number of people's daily food, clothing, housing and transportation, and then put them together and call them 'big numbers'. It's like The gut is the same. Even if you want to buy something, you have to look at the big numbers. There is no way to live without the big numbers."

"How strange...are they all mathematicians?"

"Mostly not, and there are even stranger things. Some people worship free."

"Will it really be free?"

"It will be more expensive than what is charged, but they like it. They are immersed in the sense of achievement for nothing and never tire of it. They have no idea that they have been turned into commodities by those who worship numbers. They even know it, but they don't care."

Gala laughed mockingly: "There are still many people who worship invisible bills and stand in front of an altar called a computer every day. They always feel that they can buy at low prices and sell at high prices. They are paying for scallops and currencies that cannot correspond to them at all." The intangible currency brings joy and sorrow.”

"Can this... make money?"

"Maybe, in the midst of extreme despair, there is always a glimmer of joy, right?"

"How can there be such a bizarre world!" Hercules frowned and shook his head: "It's just a fantasy! You have to make it up to be more convincing."

"Hahaha, I haven't mentioned the people who worship loans, worship paper, and worship leather cases!"

Gala laughed, filled with joy: "That's why I like the current situation so much. It's always bizarre, crueler than hell, and more novel than hell. Countless scams that lead to depravity are born every day, and they always bring me endless opportunities. What a surprise!”

He pulled out the sickle blade again and raised it forward.

"It's almost time, let the guys go up and give our friends a little surprise!"

Beneath the chariot, the herald blew the trumpet again.

Amidst the high-pitched and long-lasting loud noise, in the mist, a huge creature suddenly flapped its wings and rose into the sky. Wherever the huge bat wings passed, the clouds dissipated.

A strange light bloomed.

Under the illumination, the killing intent on the entire battlefield seemed to be diluted, reversed, and the anger, pain, and despair were all transformed into indescribable sweetness and excitement.

All the hell crowds were instantly enthusiastic, but in contrast, all the defenders on the defense line of Dusk Country felt a sense of emptiness.

Meaningless.

War can only create new wars, anger will only cause more evil consequences, and killing is meaningless. Only by stopping fighting and embracing each other can the world be warmed by love and kindness.

Such unreasonable thoughts instantly appeared in the area covered by the light, and then expanded rapidly in the soul, making people no longer able to be hostile.

Instead, he rushed towards his opponent's sword and spread his arms.

Stop the war and embrace peace!

Even if it is a unilateral peace...

Even if someone slaps you on the left cheek, doesn’t there still be a right cheek? Let them fight and calm down. As long as we let the other side realize our sincerity and bond, we will be able to fill the world with love.

The riots are spreading rapidly.

And the behemoth had already pounced on the iron moth, and started a brutal fight with the ruthless steel. During the battle, the ruthless forging giant was infected by love and gradually stopped resisting.

Hell Sequence·Eleventh!

That is the crown wearer second only to the ruler. With his ranking in the Solomon sequence, he is enough to be crowned the "Duke" by the leader of the group - Gu Xin!

Just by existing here, this terrifying spiritual contagion brought an irresistible plague!

The poison of the soul called peace, called love, called understanding!

On the throne of the Sun Maker, Huai Shi raised his eyes and frowned gradually.

Roland turned around and ordered. Naturally, a paladin pulled out the long bow from his back and pointed it at the shadow in the sky. But when the bow string was pulled out, the hostility reached the extreme, which seemed to attract Gu Xin's attention. Under the bat wings, the green eyes looked casually, instantly reversing the excessive killing intent, making it difficult for them to loosen the bowstring.

Even though he gritted his teeth and tried his best to shoot, the arrow quickly fell crookedly after it shot up into the sky.

The will seems to possess tangible power at this moment.

If the hostility is too pure, it will trigger Gu Xin's intervention, but without an arrow infused with pure murderous intent, there is no way to break through the halo of goodwill surrounding it.

One of the twelve holy knights frowned and took the long bow. When he was about to draw the bow, he saw Huai Shi's raised palm.

"No need."

Huai Shi held her chin up and said calmly: "If it likes to spread peace, just let it spread. Let's see if its 'kindness' and 'peace' can change everything..."

Fortunately, a divine fortune finally made him free.

At that moment, behind Huai Shi, the dark gap in Guixu slowly emerged. The outline of Da Siming was outlined from it, casting an indifferent gaze towards the sky.

Give him a cold look.

Immediately afterwards, 'resentment' sprouted.

Countless huge amounts of resentment and hatred emerged from the Iron Moth's body, just like hell suddenly opening a portal. Thousands of years of despair and anger overflowed from it, turning into a thick and dark torrent, covering the whole world. On the wings of the iron moth.

Anger, sadness, pain, resentment...

As Huai Shi raised his eyes, the darkness sprouting from the depths of countless souls burst out. In an instant, it turned into a torrent, rushed into the sky, and enveloped everything.

The excessive resentment and pain had turned into an ocean, causing Gu Xin's huge body to suddenly stop for a moment, twitching violently.

It's like...being submerged by the tide.

The halo was shrinking rapidly, trembling, and making the sound of glass cracking. Like a fortress made of gravel in front of the tide, it collapses at the first touch!

Hypocritical kindness and lie-like love are not worth mentioning at all under the resentment that can turn into material and last forever in the world!

The black clouds surged like waves.

In the ocean of resentment, Iron Moth and Gu Xin fought fiercely, and blood rained down, with anger and murderous intent, filling the entire battlefield again.

When Huai Shi raised his finger, the fire in the heart of the eternally frozen furnace was dyed black by the darkness flowing out of the ruins.

The light shines everywhere, making heaven return to hell.

The war begins again!

Along with anger, pain and resentment, the miracle of Da Siming is running on this battlefield!