The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Temple of All-Knowing is one of the most magnificent buildings on Mars, and even the largest cast temples of the Gamma World Complex appear insignificant in front of it.

　　The smoky iron tower pierced the yellow sky, the blue stone dome towered into the clouds, the towering pilasters formed the open gate, and the pink marble was engraved with millions of mathematical formulas and proofs.

　　 At the moment he got out of the car, the boundless shadow of the temple swallowed Rogers, and he was shocked by the huge structure-although he was not here for the first time.

　　 After that, he walked along the electric passage, still many miles away from this pilgrimage site.

This area of ​​Mars is protected by a vast dome, enough to form an independent climate. Golden and red flags are hunting in the wind, the sky is full of huge prayer ships, and the golden airships are constantly playing from copper tube loudspeakers. In machine language, the yellowed parchment with prayers swayed behind it.

　　 Thousands of pilgrims marched along the stone-slab streets, and the pavement was dented by the sandals of countless prayers.

　　The technical sergeant is surrounded by monotonous and tall buildings, the mechanical temple, the technical temple and the engine holy cabinet-all for worship and praise of the **** of all things.

　　Although he is an Astarte, he is not particularly eye-catching here, because the pilgrims who come here are far more bizarre than Astarte.

　　 For example, a hundred meters away on the right hand side, a technician without limbs rides on a sedan chair. He is surrounded by a group of tripods that are incredibly tall, and they walk in strangely.

　　 Fifty meters away on the left hand side, a remnant of a conscious body floats in the glass tank, and a team of combat robots under its control is escorted to travel.

　　 Chaos of robots, floating skulls, and gilded suspended vehicles transport passengers and protected holy objects to the temple. The few people who have just come out of the temple have a relaxed look as they wish. Obviously, there is nothing so magnificent and extraordinary in Bailai.

　　 Here, all mechanical believers will find comfort and answers.

　　 When Rogris walked through the gate, he raised his head and looked up at the predator-level Titan with an angry face. Its powerful weapon pointed directly at the sky, which contained the dual meaning of symbolism and inspiration.

　　Mechanics can create the deadliest war machine imaginable, but they do not take any responsibility for their own work.

　　 is too obsessed with what one can create, and no one first considers whether it should be created.

　　Finally, Rogers approached the entrance of the temple, the majestic pilasters were dazzlingly high, and at the same time a warm wind blew from them, enveloping them with the smell of musk.

　　 He stopped and took a deep breath, then walked in.

　　 After seeing the immortal majesty outside the temple, it is easy to be disappointed in its interior—the exterior is magnificent beyond imagination,

　　 But internally it failed to repay this expectation.

　　 The unpretentious metal wall is exposed in the front hall, and the connection ports are lined up. The confessors

　　 Kneeled on the ground, connected to the mechanical heart of this building, sharing the same pulse, and there was a fence with a hollow copper chain at the back separating the entrance of the temple from the altar of the main hall.

　　 Rogris carefully passed through the large group of penitents, each of them shaking and convulsing with the electric shock of the cleansing of sin.

　　 After the fence, dense layers of metal benches lined up from the altar into the main hall, and a mechanical priest rides on the suspended chanting platform to preach sermons in mechanical sacred words.

　　 There are no empty seats in the hall, and thousands of heads are moving. Wherever the priest floats by, all believers in robes bow their heads.

　　 Although Rogris is not a formal believer of the Mechanics, he also lowered his head and raised his left hand. He didn't know whether he could achieve such a realm of unity with the Mechanic God in the future.

　　 "The humblest of our generation also knows that abandoning the mortal body cannot be done with a single knife."

　　 Suddenly, a voice rang behind him, as if he had guessed what he was thinking.

　　Rogris turned and found a priest standing opposite, so he bowed his head in greeting.

　　 The priest's face is blacker than basalt, and the saint clothing on his body is overflowing like molten gold, reflecting the iridescence like oil.

　　 And under the priest’s robe, Rogers saw a gleaming skeleton made up of brass armatures, humming gears, and ornately decorated cables.

The priest’s head is very long, shaped like a giant dragon in an ancient Tyra painting. There is a pyramid-shaped object in the center of the dragon head, on which is embedded a soft light sphere, which is not distorted like a human head. Reflects the image of Rogers himself.

　　 This pastor can be regarded as an acquaintance of Rogers, and he is also a guide on the way to comprehend the soul.

　　 "You exalt me ​​too much."

　　 Rogers said, bowing deeply.

　　"You are so close to the mechanical god, and I am just

　　 An outsider, Master Boban Hayden. "

　　 "You have encountered difficulties."

　　 The high-ranking pastor’s voice still has no emotion, but his appearance caused all believers around him to worship in unison, for no other reason—

Master Boban Hayden is the oldest and highest-status priest in the Temple of All-Knowing, and he is the only person in the Temple who has experienced the Horus Rebellion and is still alive, although he was just an apprentice who had just started to learn at that time. .

　　 And his mentor is the priest of the previous generation of the Temple of All-Knowing.

　　"Your biosensor reading fluctuates up and down, and through all measurable parameters, I

　　 can see that you are here to find answers. "

　　 "Yes, I am here for this."

　　 Rogers admitted.

　　 "I will soon... leave the temple and go to the forge to study. I hope to benefit from your guidance for the last time."

　　Master Boban Hayden nodded.

　　 "Come with me, I will listen to your plight and provide a conceivable solution."

　　 Then, he stepped on the liquid metal platform to glide through the air, and Rogers followed behind him, and headed towards an arch lined with serrated skulls and fiber optic nerves.

　　 Behind the arch is a corridor made of polished steel and glass. UU Reading www.uukansshu.com is surprisingly quiet, and only the crackling energy field protects a shimmering door.

　　 This kind of energy field is called the confessor force field, which can isolate the protected area from the rest of the temple, and no one outside the force field can hear or see the movement inside.

　　 The moment Rogers entered the chapel, he felt a faint sting.

Indoors, the priest’s church has no decorations, only a metal high stool is placed in the center of the room, and there is a gloomy alcove on the bare wall with input and output ports and data readers. each one.

　　 Pastor began to walk around the room, the glowing ball wafting light waves on the stone face.

　　 "You can start now."

Later, Rogers told about his difficulties in studying during the time in the temple, and his confusion about the doctrine of Mechanical God, especially his understanding of the relationship between the emperor and the God of Almighty. In this regard, Astarte and The view of mechanical teaching is quite different.

　　 Rogers believes that perhaps it is this conflict of ideas that prevents him from having a greater breakthrough in knowledge.

　　 "Before I leave, I hope I can get enlightenment from the master."

　　 After listening, Master Boban Hayden tapped lightly and replied slowly:

　　 "Mr. Rogers, did you know that, I used to think that Astarte should be like a servant, pure and without emotion."