I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Kleia had no choice.

　　 did not dare to have a choice.

　　 She can only bow her head and worship: "Great God... If you are willing to give me a chance... Then... I am willing to dedicate everything to serve you!"

　　 She knew that the gods in front of her might not be kind.

　　 may have a terrible conspiracy.

but……

　　 For the Spirit Race, there is no choice.

and so……

　　 All parties of the Spirit Race have already been looking for a way out.

　　 For even the slightest chance, they try at all costs.

　　The dark spirit races, in the network city of Comoros, sink into their own rage.

　　 Relying on torture and sensory stimulation, to avoid the sight of evildoers.

　　 In fact, this is to use the power of the blood **** to fight against evil.

　　 is equivalent to taking the poison first when you know you will die.

　　 let the **** evil retreat, but successfully attracted the fear of abuse.

　　 The spirit race of the Ark World chose to sharpen themselves.

　　 Establish various precepts and put all of one's own into one path.

　　 Through arduous and long-term training, other emotions of oneself are obliterated.

　　 But this is actually just a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

　　 only delayed his own degeneration.

　　 It's still hard to escape the chase of the evil one.

　　 is the harlequins...

　　 ridiculed everything by mocking everything, ridiculing everything.

　　 weaves a stage in the subspace that is enough to deceive the evildoer.

　　 Relying on the nets left by the ancient sages, there is a magical appearance.

　　 But is it suicide in another sense?

　　 ridiculed the **** of laughter and evil.

　　 The harlequin troupe mocking everything.

　　 Isn’t it a breeding ground for new evil gods?

　　 is like the spirit race of the time, in the ultimate depraved enjoyment, bred outstanding evil.

　　 But, this is the fate of the spirit race.

　　 is also the cruel truth of the entire universe!

　　 All things are sad, and all races are suffering.

　　 sentient beings, the moment they are born, they are doomed to live in misery.

　　 The invasion of Chaos Cthulhu, Greenskin Frenzy, Great Devourer...

　　 There is always a painful way of death to choose from.

　　 was born in a safe rear.

　　 The butcher knife and leather whip of the same clan are not inferior to the Chaos Legion, the Green-skinned Beast, and the Big Devourer.

　　 Even if I escaped all these disasters by luck.

　　 was born in a remote star field that is prosperous, peaceful, peaceful, and without danger.

　　 However, there is no guarantee that one day, a desolate unmanned planet in my own star system suddenly wakes up.

　　 That is the tomb of a certain nobleman of a space necroman tens of millions of years ago.

　　 Now, it wakes up...

　　 In short, the basic tone of this universe is despair.

　　All ethnic groups, as long as they have flesh and desires, they are desperate and painful...

　　 Quiet death is the greatest happiness in the galaxy.

　　 For the Spirit Race, this is especially true.

　　 Therefore, Kleia clearly expressed his attitude.

　　 As long as it can help the spirit race to solve the threat of sex.

　　Don't talk about taking refuge in evil gods.

　　 What does it matter even if he becomes the minion of the evil god?

　　…………………………

　　 Ling peacefully examined the little bit in front of him.

　　 He was a little surprised and a little admired.

　　 may be because of the ‘game’.

　　 He is a bit more indulgent than reality, and a bit more wanton.

　　 is full of evil and fun.

　　Perhaps, this is because he understands that no matter what he does in this universe, it will not affect the world that nurtures him.

　　 So, he smiled a little bit of inspiration.

　　 The aura, who fell in front of him, nodded his forehead.

　　 Lingping said: "Go!"

　　 "When this task is completed, the opportunity arises!"

　　 said, his figure disappeared quietly in the starry sky.

　　……………………………………

　　 Kleia looked at the dim light, falling into his forehead.

　　 Then, she understood everything.

　　 In his mind, there is a mechanical watch that has been wound.

　　 Click, click, click.

　　 The clock has turned.

　　 This means that it has started timing.

　　 Before the clockwork is finished, if she can complete the mission of that god.

　　 Then, this mechanical watch will guide her to find the strength to fight against the evil.

　　 Otherwise...

　　 Everything is not mentioned.

　　 This is also the meaning of so-called chance.

　　 chance, chance.

　　Chance, fate.

　　 If you catch it, you catch it.

　　 If you didn't catch it, you didn't catch it!

　　 Listening to the mechanical pointer, it ticked.

　　 Kleia understood that he didn't have much time.

　　 She must hurry up!

　　 just...

　　 This mission!

　　 She stared sharply.

　　 In front of her eyes, there was a light screen that only she could see.

　　 The square texts that she didn't even recognize were jumping.

　　 has a whisper, quietly explaining these words.

　　 "Task: Spread!"

　　 "I have a story that I want to tell the entire universe, so I chose you! An excellent theater troupe! Go, make my story into a drama, and spread it to the star field as far as possible!"

　　 "Requirement: In a standard Tyronn year, a drama made up of stories should be spread to as many stars as possible!"

　　 "At least 300 million viewers need to watch and know this story!"

　　 "Hint: The more viewers, the more rewards you will eventually get!"

　　 So, a story fell in her mind.

　　 looked at this story.

　　 Kleia's pupils suddenly enlarged.

　　……………………………………

　　 Griffin No. 5 casts the world.

　　The ocean has reappeared on the surface.

　　 One planet day ago, the atmosphere even rained.

　　 This is the first rain that Mechanics teaches after coming to this planet.

　　 This means that the planet’s atmospheric circulation has reappeared.

　　 and on the track.

　　 In the huge Star Harbor, all the members of the Mechanical Teaching have their sights focused on this.

　　 Archbishop Almunia, standing on the mechanical stage.

　　 stared at the behemoth that was slowly leaving Star Harbor.

　　 The sacred object of the wisdom given by the great spirit of omnipotence.

　　 Many steamed battleship Rivetsteel.

　　 One after another, gleaming barrels, densely packed the surface of the battleship.

　　 Curvature engine, roaring and ejecting high-temperature plasma flame.

　　 A huge six-barreled Gatling gun was installed on the bow of the ship.

　　 The muzzle of the black hole is raised high.

　　 The machine servants lay on the gun barrels and were doing the final inspection.

at last……

　　 This huge battleship, which was more than 20 kilometers long, slipped from the orbit of Star Harbor.

　　 The black hull is bathed in the brilliance of stars.

　　 The will of steel, cheering.

　　 Cheers for machinery and steel.

　　 The machine soul was extremely happy, and sent out a roar of excitement that made all the members of the mechanical teaching tremble and joy.

　　 Almunia was so happy, he immediately led everyone, all kneeling to the ground, worshiping the steel and machinery creation, and chanting prayers.

　　 "Bell the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine..."

　　 "Bell the big bell twice, ignite the turbine, ignite the engine, and inject life..."

　　 "Bell the big bell three times..."

"Sing praises in unison!"

　　 "The great spirit of all machines!"

　　 While praying, they asked the great spirit of all mechanisms, or the compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, to show the holy relic.

Hard work pays off!

　　 in the praise and recitation in unison.

　　 On that great battleship, blossoming buddha lotus appeared quietly!

　　 Almunia was so excited, he praised it even louder.

　　 Even the foolish servants followed in singing.

　　 tu tu tu tu tu tut!

　　 They tapped the steel pipe.

　　 tu tu tu tu tu tut!

　　 The devout mechanical priests, knocking on the steel floor.

　　 was on the ground, in the casting world of that core, the brain servants who had closed their eyes tightly, also opened the electronic eye pupils.

　　 The vocal cords that had been removed by surgery also seemed to grow back.

　　 They opened their mouths, their dry lips made a sound of hehe.

　　 is like a madman clamoring, and like a beast neighing in a nightmare.

　　 But in the end, these voices turned into holy Sanskrit.

　　 Steel ceilings keep falling.

　　 The high-pitched Sanskrit sang, then joined together.

　　 They don’t need to be taught, they know by nature how to praise their savior and sing their praises.

　　 Great Mercy and Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva!

　　 "Praise Gatlin Bodhisattva, walk deep prajna honey for a long time, hold six pipes..."

　　In Sanskrit singing, even in the casting world, there is a sacred six-tube Gatling slowly spinning.

　　 and on the track.

　　Countless mechanical priests and mechanical army soldiers have all seen the deep space of the universe.

　　 A sacred country is opening its doors to them.

　　 The place where there was nothing.

　　 Numerous gears, tightly biting together.

　　 The entire universe seems to have turned into a mechanical universe.

　　Steel, engine, turbine, parts...

　　 is all of the universe!

　　 Those gears slowly opened, and a corner of the mechanical heaven appeared in their eyes.

　　 There are countless giant cannons floating in the sky.

　　 door after door, densely packed, you can't see the end at all.

　　The ground under your feet is made of steel.

　　 A huge mechanical guard, walking in it.

　　 In the future, the stalwart body of the Buddha will be looming in the distance.

　　 He is still sleeping.

　　 Waiting for the time to come.

　　 Then, descended on the mortal world, Purdue sentient beings, lead people, and abandon this fragile body.

　　 embrace steel, embrace truth.

　　 The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the steel is eternal!

　　 So everyone was boiling.

　　 The mechanical heaven really exists!

　　 Now, even the most skeptical people in the past are shouting feverishly: "The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the steel is eternal!"

　　 "The great spirit of all machines!"

　　 "The merciful and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva!"

　　 "The immortal future is so much steaming Buddha!"

　　 "Please come!"

　　 "Please come!"

　　 "Pray for my Buddha to bring down mercy, to save me from this sea of ​​flesh and blood waiting for transcendence, to reach the other side of the machine, and to achieve the fruit of steel!"

　　 in a frenzy of prayer and chanting.

　　 In the deep space of the universe, a bodhisattva dressed in steel robes and cast from bronze, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of compassion, holding a mechanical sacred object, quietly appeared.

　　 He looks to all the believers who worship Him.

In the eyes of 　　, there is no intention other than compassion.

　　 "Amitabha!" The Bodhisattva speaks of compassion.

　　In the eyes of the Bodhisattva, all beings are equal.

　　In the eyes of the Bodhisattva, all beings are suffering.

　　 Therefore, He treats everyone indiscriminately.

　　 Whether it is the mechanical bishop, or the mechanical servant whose frontal lobe of the brain has been cut off.

　　 Even the brain servants are generally equal in the eyes of the Bodhisattva.

　　 because...

　　 The Tao of steel is materialistic.

　　 All kinds of flesh and blood are painful.

　　 Then, a drop of steel tears quietly fell from the corner of the Bodhisattva's eyes.

　　 for the beings who are suffering from flesh and blood, and for the beings who have not yet found the truth about the way of steel and machinery.

　　 The Bodhisattva shed tears.

　　 Everyone's heart is at a loss.

　　 Even the brain servants shed tears.

　　 "Bodhisattva!"

　　 "Bodhisattva!"

　　 Everyone worshiped and wept.

　　 Amunia even shouted loudly: "I beg the Bodhisattva to save me into the mechanical heaven, the steel spirit mountain!"

　　 Everyone else pleaded: "I beg the Bodhisattva to save me and enter the mechanical paradise, the steel spirit mountain!"

　　 Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows: "Idiot!"

　　 "Don't you understand when you wait?"

　　 People raised their heads and looked at the compassionate Bodhisattva.

　　 The great and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva who never stops transcending the world.

　　 listened to the Bodhisattva saying: "The mechanical heaven can only be entered by people with merit..."

　　 "The spirit mountain of steel needs people with predestined conditions to have a chance to be among them..."

　　 "So, even I can't wait to enter the mechanical paradise, the steel spirit mountain!"

　　 "You must practice the Dharma diligently and comprehend the way of machinery. Only by attaining the fruit of steel can you ascend to the mechanical heaven and have a place in the mountain of steel!"

　　 listening to the Buddha's interpretation.

　　 Amunia was blessed to the soul, he immediately asked: "Dare to ask the Bodhisattva, how can I achieve the Fruit of Steel?"

　　 Bodhisattva sighed and said: "Fruit of steel, if you want to practice alone, you must have great wisdom and great perseverance!"

　　 "When I did not prove the truth in the past, I buried my head in the road of machinery and studied the truth of steel for countless thousands of years..."

　　 "Sink into a sea of ​​flesh and blood, without seeing the sun..."

　　 "Suffering from all kinds of hardships, and experiencing all kinds of difficulties..."

　　 Almunia was startled.

　　 But thinking about it, I feel that this is the right way.

　　 The fruit of steel, the Avenue of Machines, how can it be achieved in leisure?

　　 just...

　　 He looked at the Bodhisattva, kowtow and said, "Bodhisattva...I am afraid I don't have your perseverance and wisdom..."

　　 "Most people, I am afraid it is impossible to have such perseverance and wisdom..."

　　 "If this is the case..."

　　 "Bodhisattva, don't you abandon me equal to the sea of ​​suffering?"

　　 "I still hope that the Bodhisattva is merciful..."

　　 These words are the truths that he suddenly understood after seeing the Bodhisattva Gatling.

　　 The barrel of the Bodhisattva turned slowly.

　　 He sighed: "Nature!"

　　 "My Buddha is merciful~www.ltnovel.com~Of course I will not abandon sentient beings!"

　　 "So with great compassion and great wisdom, for the suffering of the flesh and blood, another way!"

　　 "In order to enable all beings to realize the fruit of steel!"

　　 Almunia was extremely pleasantly surprised.

　　All the members of the Mechanic Sect, even those mechanical creations that have just awakened because of the arrival of the Gatling Bodhisattva, have their ears raised.

　　 Then I heard the Bodhisattva say: "This way is the proof of merit..."

　　 "Delivering one person to one work..."

　　 "Accumulate merit for virtue, and one thousand people will be virtue!"

　　 "The collection of merits..."

　　 "You can ascend to the mechanical spirit mountain, and you can prove the iron and steel road fruit, you are the iron arhat, and the mechanical dragon!"

　　 said, the big bronze hand of the Bodhisattva tapped lightly.

　　 A mechanical scripture fell into everyone's minds.

　　 "Machinery Diamond Sutra"!

　　 A scripture dedicated to the treatment of all living beings and spreading praises to the steel avenue.

　　 The scriptures that record the deeds and wisdom of the Great Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva and the Future Dazheng Riyagang Buddha!

　　 "Thank you Bodhisattva!" Almunia was convinced.

　　 "Thank you Bodhisattva!" Everyone, including the brain servants, is grateful!