Chapter 558 Let’s Get Started

Kara.

It is worthy of being a sophisticated machine from the steam era. It is responsive and has no sense of lag. As the red lever is pulled down, the sound of metal collision is heard inside the machine. Within a few seconds, the entire machine seems to suddenly come to life.

The exposed gear began to rotate slowly, turning from slow to fast. Thick steam was ejected from the exhaust hole. The sharp sound of the jet was like a boiling kettle. With the internal vibration, the subtle friction sound filled the metal machinery. The texture, the buzzing vibration frequency is getting higher and higher.

Trinleth was right. The equipment was indeed full of energy and was very well maintained, as if it was ready for use at any time.

However, seeing this scene, several people's hearts sank at the same time.

Because just after hearing Lynch's shout, the chairman quickly pushed the lever back to its original position. However, the operation of the machine did not stop, but instead spun faster and faster.

Without bothering to explain, the most trusted name blurted out. It was a tacit understanding developed over the past few months. Lynch believed that the closest person would never let him down at any time:

"Natalie."

With a sonorous sound, the strange object Weijin's Judgment was unsheathed.

Natalie drew her sword and chopped.

The sharp blade cut through the sky like lightning, and the sound of the air being torn was so clear even in the sound of erupting steam. With a flash of sword light, the strange object had arrived in front of the machine.

Everything seemed to slow down, and the sword struck the ferocious and cold metal machine hard as Lynch watched.

Can the indestructible strange object really be able to cut through hard steel machinery?

At this moment, Lynch held his breath.

able.

Cut in two.

The experienced police officer Natalie chose the most tricky angle and cut through the weakest part of the instrument. The strange object with the cutting effect was extremely sharp and easily cut off the most fragile connections. Only the sound was heard. After a few dings, the survey instrument was torn apart. The parts inside were flying around. Steam spewed out from the cracked equipment, making the surroundings of the machine seem to be in fog for a while.

Everything happened too fast, and all movements were based on instinct. It was not until the machine was destroyed and steam filled the air that the two people's eyes met for the first time.

We have a tacit cooperation, you really understand me.

Kong has great strength, but there is an insurmountable gap in combat awareness. Only when the two old men realized it did they feel extremely complicated for a moment.

But at least it stopped the device from functioning.

Although the steam made it difficult for everyone to see clearly for a while, this in itself showed that the equipment was damaged, not to mention that the humming of the machinery had stopped, so the machine must have been completely broken.

It's only been on for a few seconds, so it should be fine.

Everything will be fine.

However, just as everyone was comforting themselves and the two old men wanted to ask why Lynch wanted to stop it, a rustling sound of paper friction came from the steam.

What?

Several people's eyes turned to the direction of the sound at the same time, and through the thinning steam, they could vaguely see what was inside.

The broken machine was not completely broken. The additional output function was still retained. A piece of paper spurted out from the paper outlet and floated into the air with the steam.

This made several people realize that even though it was only turned on for a few seconds, the machine still successfully scanned the underground situation, and then spit it out from the intact output device. The paper was covered with messy lines and was blurry. It can be seen that it is a standard circle, and there are densely criss-crossed shapes within the circle.

Lynch only felt creepy.

It is impossible for a precision instrument to spit out drawings with graffiti for no reason. The most likely thing is that the instrument still completed its task and faithfully reflected the underground situation it surveyed.

In other words, the underground has turned into what it looked like on the drawing, forming a particularly obvious closed circle and dense lines inside the circle. Now, using the survey instrument as a medium, this figure finally appeared in front of everyone.

This is by no means a good sign. The other party's ultimate goal is probably to send this pattern in and into the safe house at the core of the Dark Night Church.

We can't let him succeed.

In desperation, Lynch instinctively waved his hand. As the arm waved, his body remained intact, but the entire arm turned into a human-shaped flame. Then the flame suddenly extended forward, breaking through the limit of limb length, and instantly extended to the front of the paper.

However, at this moment, a strange feeling arose in everyone's heart.

No, it rises from that piece of paper.

It was a huge and terrifying will, as if it came from an unknown existence beyond recognition. It was extending its sight into this safe house through this piece of paper, peering at everyone in the room.

Whether it was the volunteers who were praying, the priests who were lighting the fire, or the Trinles people who stayed by the machine, a huge sense of fear tightly gripped everyone's heart. It had been since ancient times. The mark buried in the soul is just like a mortal, facing the behemoth from ancient times, facing the terrifying natural disaster that cannot be resisted, the smallness is despairing, the despair is maddening, for a while, everyone is trembling, Lost the ability to react.

Except Lynch.

I don't know if it was because he came from another world, but Lynch had never had the fear inherited from his soul. This fear that shocked everyone did not have much impact on him. A roll of flames had already engulfed the piece of paper.

Burn it up for me.

However, the fragile paper showed no sign of burning. The flames stained with divine power and enough to purify the light of miracles only burned the paper in vain, but could not do anything.

The counterattack was ineffective, and it even failed to attract the attention of that will. The will circled in the room and finally landed on the platform, covering the miracle light on the platform and everyone around it.

Damn it.

Lynch's eyes were red, and he wanted to do his best to drive the flame to destroy the paper. However, no matter how strong the flame was, the paper remained intact.

"It's useless." The voice of Chairman Ole came from the side. This level 8 strong man lived up to his status and was the first to regain his composure. "At this moment, the paper has lost the concept of paper. It has become a tool to carry the will of Shudemeier. Unless you can defeat Shudemeier, you can't burn it."

As he said, the old gentleman straightened his suit, stood straight, flipped his left hand, and made a gesture of holding a book. Then a heavy book emitting a strange light appeared in his hand.

The book turned pages quickly without wind, and it was full of patterns and symbols that Lynch could not understand. The old gentleman was motionless, staring at the page, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his right index finger suddenly pressed a page, and then gently wiped one of the lines.

As the old gentleman moved, the platform suddenly flashed, and then all the people, including Judy in the flames, disappeared, leaving only the empty platform in front of Lynch.

[Power: History, Ability: Forged History]

"I have temporarily hidden them in history, which can ensure that they will not be destroyed by the will of Shudemeier, but... I can't hide the light of miracles, and I may not be able to keep it."

Yes, the small medicine box is still floating on the platform, and it has attracted all the attention of that will. The will did not stop for a moment and rushed towards the small medicine box.

"No." Lynch was not in a hurry, but showed a strange smile, "I'm still here."

As he said, he took out a conch and whispered: "Let's start."