After the global recovery, I traveled through

There is a reason, Louis and him have a deep relationship...

This chapter continues with the beginning.

The Viscount originally wanted to summon the Son of the Heavenly Father, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Father, but his painting skills need to be improved.

Next - the sow, no, the Viscount's postpartum care, and the spring breeze of reform blowing all over the ground (funny).

Chapter 108 Industrial Evil God (Trinity)

In the hall of Count Monnier's castle, Lin Xingtao sat at a long table full of delicious food, and his believers were busy.

The believers picked up the scattered bodies of police officer Renault and then pieced them together like a food platter.

But their chaotic minds always made mistakes, either connecting the head to the buttocks or the thighs to the soles of the feet.

When Lin Xingtao came back to his senses from the past, Renault had been moved in front of him in a funny posture.

Looking at those fanatical faces, Lin Xingtao thought they were idiots, but he actually thought his own idiots were a little cute.

He stared at the Duke carefully inserting a wine glass into Renault's throat--

Finally, he said casually: "Stop your rude actions of desecrating corpses."

"You are bullying your compatriots who can't fight back."

The Duke said quickly: "I'm sorry my monarch, but he is a heretic who believes in the god of industry!"

"Heretics must be punished!"

The Viscount put a coat on Lin Xingtao behind the table. Lin Xingtao looked at the corner of the coat on his calf and slowly raised his eyelids.

He asked the dead Renault: "Are you a heretic?"

Renault's body was interrogated in front of the gods.

Renault's head leaned on his buttocks and defended himself: "I, I love him, I want to throw my dignity down and polish the stone slab under his feet, I want... Master Louis."

Polishing under his feet?

Lin Xingtao jumped off the table with interest, the corner of his coat and his golden hair flying together.

He stretched out his foot and stepped on Renault's forehead.

"Resurrect, my believer." He who controls the power of life said so.

[Although you are an evil god, evil gods do not do whatever they want.] The keeper reminded quietly, [especially when you are still a new god and your faith is still weak.]

[Unless you accept the sacrifice of everyone present, you will only revive a pile of wriggling, thoughtless bodies that obey you, not a complete person.]

Lin Xingtao smiled: [No, I want to use the power of other gods to revive my believers.]

He opened the Seal of Viri.

Layers of blue light were stirring around Renault, and the power belonging to Lin Xingtao took the opportunity to mix into the center.

Lin Xingtao once saw Renault surrounded by blue light in the garden of the Viscount's Mansion, like a child growing vigorously in a cradle. The blue light was the power of the God of Industry. Every time Renault used his power, the blue light around him deepened, and he became stronger.

The light of the power became more and more complicated. Then what?

——The cocoon will eventually become a cocoon. The captain of the guard team was almost wrapped in the blue light cocoon.

And what will come out of the cocoon in the end?

More powerful and more crazy.

A fanatic who is loyal to the God of Industry was processed and born in this way.

This is the best craft of the industrial age.

But——

It doesn't matter.

Lin Xingtao gently fiddled with his feet and put Renault's parts back to their original positions.

Ka La, Renault opened his mouth and his teeth collided with each other.

Renault's keeper had no choice but to whisper in Lin Xingtao's smile: [During the period of your death, your consciousness was preserved for special reasons that I cannot tell you.]

[Because the great existence-the God of Industry has watched you, and you have completed the baptism of divine power, you have been inspired, and you will be summoned by the Pope to the temple in the capital.]

[But... there is a problem with your state.]

[In the last moment before death, your body joined the altar of flesh and blood sacrificed to the evil god, and your long-term temporary madness was locked. ]

[The special features of the other keeper's secret dice and the altar of flesh and blood make your current state have an impact forever. In other words, you are still obsessed with Master Louis, and you will be depressed or even crazy if you leave him.]

[Your current situation is very complicated. You are both a devout believer of the God of Industry and a fanatic believer of that one.]

[You can decide which side to choose by rolling the dice...] The keeper's voice became smaller and smaller.

Lin Xingtao ravaged Renault's hand and sneered: "What? You still have to make a choice?"

Only children make choices, and adults only know that there is no choice at all. Reality will always teach you what obedience is.

Renault's wrist moved slightly and grasped the white and perfect ankle.

He looked up slightly and quickly lowered his head.

He wanted to get up, but he couldn't command his waist to exert force at all. In the end, his fingers touched Lin Xingtao's feet, just as if it was a kiss of loyalty.

He used this action to show his attitude: I am loyal to you.

Lin Xingtao was satisfied. He took a step back and cast his innate life spell.

The limbs that were missing weight twisted like puppets, and the flesh and blood stretched out small buds, bulging visibly.

"The patchwork aesthetics of the steampunk era." Lin Xingtao looked at this scene full of artistic beauty. He thought of Frankenstein and some stitched monsters in games.

Suddenly, a distant call came from a place that was both very close and very far away.

Renault's body was looming, and he was about to be called away.

A trace of panic flashed across his handsome face as he left Lin Xingtao.

He knelt down uneasily.

Faced with this situation, Lin Xingtao moved slightly, and the golden hair that originally hung to his feet was broken.

The scattered golden hair turned into golden threads, like living insects, and pounced on Renault's body.

They shuttled through the newly grown body unscrupulously, becoming the needles and threads that strung the whole body together.

Lin Xingtao's body parts, including his hair, are part of his strength and cannot be discarded at will. And Renault needs parts of Lin Xingtao's body to stabilize his mental state.

The golden thread disappeared, and Renault regained control of his body. He adjusted his posture under the cover of blue light.

Kneeling on one knee.

His new body is perfect and powerful, like a knight who protected his master in the old days, and is about to make an ancient and solemn oath.

"Go to the Pope of the Church of the God of Industry and create glory for me."

"Remember." Lin Xingtao glanced at the others, "I am the only master you can please."

Renault kowtowed: "As you wish, my monarch."

He disappeared.

Lin Xingtao turned around and said to the Viscount who was feeling sorry for his hair: "Dad, I want this world."

The Viscount seemed to think that the world was a relatively rare gadget, and he just answered as if to amuse the child: "Of course, it's yours, Louis."

Lin Xingtao thought this was a perfunctory move, he approached the Viscount and stared into his gentle blue eyes.

The Viscount's breathing became rapid.

"Then, Dad, stay here and get Lorraine for me first, okay."

The grown-up child no longer knows how to act like a spoiled child, only has a nearly cold and irresistible command.

The Viscount's fingers trembled, and his blond hair almost tangled with his blond hair. He asked, "Where are you going?"

"To the capital, Dad."

The Viscount was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Are you going to find your biological parents? They may be in the factory in the capital..."

Lin Xingtao replied, "No."

He may really want to find his biological mother, such as returning to the present world, but he is definitely not going to the factory to find Louis' biological parents.

Looking at the Viscount's somewhat sad face, Lin Xingtao still comforted him, "I will be back, soon."

He turned around again, this time walking towards the kitchen.

The Viscount sighed. The blond hair separated at his fingertips, and the child left in his sight.

Reality is always like this, children always have to leave their parents and go to a better place.

In order to go to a higher level, for--

Supreme.

After a while, the Viscount regained his elegance and nobility, and he said to the Duke:

"Duke Poncelet, let's strengthen the church together."

"Let all the people of Lorraine dare not disrespect our monarch."〓思〓Rabbit〓网〓

This is also a little insignificant thing that a father does for his children.

——

Lin Xingtao walked through the dirty kitchen and came to the cemetery.

He held his coat tightly, shouting in his heart, "What kind of domineering evil god is falling in love with me?", while feeling that it was normal and even not enough.

His reason and madness are strangely integrated, but they fit the world more strangely.

"This world is too crazy, mice are bridesmaids for cats--" He hummed softly, looking at the Temple of Industry in Epinal.

The temples of the God of Industry are all over the country, and his temple has just been built.

He closed his eyes and felt all the believers.

Except for Renault, his believers are all in the castle, both humans and ghouls transformed by humans.

Very few, but Lin Xingtao believed that as long as he walked down the street, a bunch of people would cry and shout and be fascinated to join the church.

He sent orders to each believer:

Protect my glory, don't lose my reputation - be low-key and careful!

Indulging in low-level pleasures will only make your souls dusty, and your punishment will come from constant enjoyment - I don't even have a sex life, how can you mess around!

Soon, he got clear or vague responses from the believers, and even Renault, who was far away in the capital, had a vague voice.

The lower class is not a problem, the upper class is the problem.

He looked at the prince's airship - the steel monster belonging to the upper class.

He was thinking about whether to revive the prince, even if the resurrected prince was just a mindless body.

At this moment, he heard another voice from the capital.

There should be only one believer, Renault, in the capital, unless Renault's ability to develop that offline is very awesome.

So the voice did not come from the believers, but from ordinary people.

Therefore, the voice was so weak that it was difficult to hear clearly. If Lin Xingtao had not had so few followers at that time, he might have been ignored.

[God of Industry, please give us a new direction and have mercy on us workers.]

[God of Industry——]

The voice full of helplessness and despair echoed again and again.

Lin Xingtao suddenly felt angry.

Fooling the people. Mispronouncing the name of God is disrespectful and fooling the gods.

He did not vent his dissatisfaction to the workers, but kicked open the door of the airship with a curled mouth, and the power of 60 was unstoppable.

He responded to them calmly and with a smile.

[Elect your leader...]

[No need for war, tell the nobles who are unwilling to share power with you...]

[Establishing a parliament and protecting the monarchy are never contradictory...]

[Monarch, nobles and democracy...]

——Parliamentary constitutional monarchy!

Lin Xingtao is in a strange era.

The rise of industry in this world was actually a bit too early. Analogous to France on Earth, when the Industrial Revolution began, France had already completed the feat of abolishing the feudal system.

And here, not only did politics fail to keep up with the development of productivity, but productivity was further surpassed because of the God of Industry.

The industrial strength is equivalent to the second industrial revolution on Earth, but politics is still feudal autocracy. The superstructure does not match the economic base. How can various contradictions not be stimulated?

What does the pope of the new industrial church think? Does he want reform? But Lin Xingtao thinks that the queen's temporary regret has something to do with the pope.