After the global recovery, I traveled through

Jumping and rushing to the place where the person in charge of the factory was.

After a short and dense torrent, the sound of steel collision still did not stop, as if the final assembly was still being completed.

Lin Xingtao lowered his head and asked: "What exactly did you build?"

The dwarves did not expect this question, and they were confused.

"Huh? We don't know, each of us is only responsible for building one part."

"I built a big block like a foot."

"I built five thick long blocks."

"I also built a block, but it is empty inside."

"Hey, I know, handsome sir, we built a new type of transportation."

They talked a lot, and soon the confusion turned into joy. No one really paid attention to what they built. This may be a kind of alienation between man and machine.

They knocked open the door of the main room of the factory, and a slight rustling sound came from behind the door.

The room was full of fragrant bread, and the fragrance was so fragrant that it penetrated the wall and almost tempted evil gods like Lin Xingtao.

In the middle of the bread pile, there were two huge snails.

They were white snails that were slowly crawling, dragging traces of disgusting mucus, and there were scattered clothes beside them.

The face of one of the snails still retained some strange and familiar outlines. When it saw the dwarfs who broke in, it was frightened and shrank back regardless. However, the reproductive parts of the two snails were tightly connected, and the tentacles were firmly stuck together.

"Are they pets raised by the factory owner and the assistant? So happy, they have a room of bread!"

"Oh, what are they doing?"

"Mating." Lin Xingtao said.

"They have boyfriends and girlfriends! Too much!"

The snails mate for a long time, and one snail has been entangled with the other for a long time.

Lin Xingtao's eyes were a little strangely curious and research-oriented.

The snail that still had a strange outline stopped struggling desperately.

The dwarfs envied the two snails while rushing to the bread pile, and stuffed it directly into their mouths without caring whether they would choke to death.

In fact, they didn't have to worry about choking.

Because after the bread was bitten open, the white filling flowed out, and some dwarves even cheered in surprise:

"Yeah! There's meat inside!"

Everyone scrambled for the bread even more happily.

Lin Xingtao kicked the sticky clothes that had been taken off and said, "This is your factory owner and his assistant."

The dwarves paused.

"Ah, but aren't they mating? Two men..."

"Snails are hermaphrodites." The snail with a human figure finally turned into a snail and immediately devoted itself to its passionate career.

Lin Xingtao looked at the bread in everyone's mouth and smiled softly, "That's not bread."

Everyone was stunned and looked at the two passionate snails in the middle of the room.

From the snail's hole, many white eggs rolled out, each one was cute and exquisite, with white mucus and silk, and quickly dried in the air - that was a fragrant, snow-white bread.

Lin Xingtao kicked a snail away, and carved a line of words on the ground under the snail:

[Two ignorant, greedy, and fearless factory managers, I punished them and turned their descendants into the bread that should have been prepared to give the hardworking people a little comfort - your Dr. Naya.]

Wow - the formed snail larvae flowed out from the corners of the workers' mouths.

After one snail was kicked away, the other one was also moved away affectionately, after all, their parts were still connected. There was also a line of words under its body.

[You who are hungry cannot be satisfied by these snail breads. These two snails are also delicious meals like the mice inside and outside the factory. Roasting is the best way to eat them. If you feel sorry for them because they are your past companions, then it is cruel to yourself - your Dr. Naya.]

Obviously, the snail man Naya borrowed this masterpiece from somewhere, and the human-faced rats that attacked Lin Xingtao were also transformed by Naya using workers.

One after another, eyes were fixed on the snail. Some of the workers were terrified and vomited loudly, while others were in a daze and thought, but most of them continued to chew the snails and drooled at the two big snails.

——It’s not their fault for losing their humanity. They were really too hungry, and the operation they underwent was to reduce their sanity.

They had to eat their compatriots with gratitude, which was their tragedy.

But Lin Xingtao knew that their greatest despair was not here, and the gift that Naya gave them was far more than that.

"Look at the industrial masterpiece you created - that was originally a weapon for you to obtain real food and fight for status."

He turned and walked towards the factory building that emitted red light.

His delicate white palms were pressed against the wall, and under his cold and slightly interested gaze, the wall collapsed.

Boom!

Under the powerful power of the evil god, the whole factory building shook.

The Shatak bird flew in the air and helped Lin Xingtao lift the roof with its claws.

Then the dust and smoke filled the air, and the sound of machines twisting and turning sounded at the same time, and the ominous red light reflected the coldness of steel.

Zi-la.

In the smoke and dust, steel figures spun in circles and fell from the air and suddenly stood on the ground - in the posture of a human standing.

The red light emitted from the chest no longer shines randomly, and is arranged in neat bunches.

Wait for the dust to clear, wait for the dwarfs to become interested in their creations, wait for all eyes to be attracted to these steels. They saw clearly what the so-called industrial masterpieces were and what the new rich relied on——

A humanoid Gundam. The steel shape and overall workmanship are still rough, but some details are sophisticated enough to withstand scrutiny.

Lin Xingtao couldn't help but smile. It is indeed Gundam. Out of the evil taste of the God of Industry, the appearance and color matching of these exoskeleton combat machines are even particularly familiar.

They are cold and silent, exuding a powerful and unstoppable aura under the gray and orange sky. Neatly and silently lined up, waiting for their pilots, they are the most loyal weapons, not many in number, but enough to intimidate the ordinary armies of an empire.

It's hard not to imagine the glorious scene of them fighting under the canopy. The wonders of the steampunk era are about to be staged. The ancient army on horseback or the ordinary army holding spears will face off against the invincible steel monsters.

——This is originally the case. This is the weapon that workers can rely on most.

The sound of swallowing saliva kept coming and going.

However, everything seems to be too late.

In the middle of the Iron Figure is the cockpit. Lin Xingtao opened the cabin, gestured, and chuckled:

"There is a limit to the height of the cockpit. If you don't reach the minimum height, you will have to wait for death in the iron shell. It does not have a children's machine -"

"Everyone, it can only be driven by people of normal height."

Ha—Lin Xingtao couldn’t help but applaud Naiya’s clever move.

It is said that Naiya is keen on deceiving and tempting humans, and takes the highest pleasure in plunging humans into despair and terror.

Workers want food, workers need to work hard to have food, workers undergo surgery to turn themselves into pieces to improve efficiency, workers complete their work and get snail eggs that are barely called food, workers discover what can really make them food. They get food and even weapons of status and power, but the workers don't get what they want most because of their hard work in wanting food.

Hahaha! Lin Xingtao laughed while thinking that maybe Naiya in the sky was mocking these poor workers. ◆This work

He leaned against the leg of the steel figure, raised the sharp scalpel, and the golden jewelry on his wrist collided with the handle of the knife.

The crisp sound brought the shocked and dazed workers back to their senses.

The blond hair flows on the knife line, like the gray sky finally willing to let out a handful of immortal sunshine.

The green eyes of the blond nobleman revealed perhaps compassion and absolute cruelty.

The blade reflected the subtle arc of the corners of his lips, which can only be described as moving.

From those moving lips came the words that unquestionably redeemed them.

"I'll do the surgery for you."

"But you."

"Give yourself to me."

The author has something to say: In fact, the weapons equipped with Gundam are shovels. From then on, everyone is a shovel-dancing class (dog heads save lives).

Shattuck bird: well behaved.jpg.

The figure in front of that door is Tawer Yat Umr. One of the incarnations of Yog-Sothoth, who is kinder and kinder to humans. Sitting on a throne in a megalithic pedestal behind the first gate to the ultimate abyss of the universe. He and the gods wait for the creatures who successfully pass through the first gate, guide and help them through a ritual to pass through the ultimate gate that leads to the ultimate abyss of the universe.

Chapter 115 Industrial Evil God (38)

The short workers lay in pairs on the cold operating table, with dreamy expressions on their faces.

They change positions with a pair of slender and graceful hands. Sometimes they need to open their chests, sometimes they need to pull off their face.

More often, they need to open their minds and let their minds be caressed by the blade of the scalpel without reservation.

In the light of the setting sun, they gradually remembered many things they had forgotten.

Those hard days that I can’t bear to recall.

Orleans is a hardworking and kind man. He was once a disgusting ant in the slums, as the nobles called them. Before industry was fully developed, he participated in coal mining at a young age and transformed himself into a dark and shiny appearance. He was not black but was called a black man and a black ant. At that time, the greatest pleasure for him and his companions was singing.

They sang the song of the Ten Little Negroes. "...Three little black people broke into the garden, one was trampled to death by leather shoes, and two were left; two little blacks were begging on the street, one was run over by a car, and the other was left; a little black was bored, I'm so hot in the sun." The operation was still going on, and he sang the song clearly. While singing, he saw the green eyes of the blond nobleman who was willing to help them.

Somewhat impolitely, he thought of his first love, a street prostitute who was said to have been the mistress of a nobleman during her prime. Her appearance is naturally not that beautiful. In fact, she always uses thick powder to cover up her sallow appearance. Orleans would always see her when he was walking through the street carrying coal. Most of the time she would stand all day with no business. Those customers who were still willing to patronize her said viciously that she had turned off their appetite. With no money for treatment, her condition became worse and worse, until yellow pus was picked up by the stockings on her legs.

She didn't have much time left. After a moment's thought, young Orleans boldly stole the green gem that had just been dug out of the mine. He handed the gem to the lady, but the lady pulled him behind a wall and lifted her skirt. Orleans didn't want to do what the lady thought he wanted to do, he just expressed his love, and when he refused, the lady threw the gem back to him.

The next day, Orleans dragged his body with purple and red whip marks to find her, and then saw her body in the slum where they excreted. There was not even a bamboo mat to wrap her body, she lay there in torn clothes, her legs open. Orleans thought that he might be able to insult her like the group of homeless people who had just left, but he was not a beast, in fact he vomited in her pus.

Orleans sometimes felt that he was the one who caused her suicide, she must have seen disgust and disgust in his eyes. Being despised by a black ant, even a prostitute would be desperate. It was clearly not her fault.

A dozen years ago, there were 100,000 prostitutes in Bally, not including the high-class mistresses who accompanied the nobles, not including the socialites who were good at getting along with everyone in the upper class.

In the year when the Industrial Revolution began, there were 50,000 illegitimate children.