The Master of the Strange Realm

Mortals would probably worry about the other person's spirit contaminating their own, but Jenkins didn't have this worry. He still relied on his own soul to be strong, and communicated with the broken soul in an almost crushing manner. At the same time, even if the difference engine core imbues this body with more power, because it is not controlled by the body, the advantage still lies with Jenkins.

The surrounding gray fog is getting thicker, but the twenty-four demigods who came prepared are not just here to show off. Everyone comes with determination. Although Jenkins does not rely on the power of the church, the Zhengshen Church is the most powerful extraordinary organization in the material world.

The light of divine magic and the aura of conjuration were intertwined with the gray mist, making Nolan in the strange world even more terrifying. It's not just the earth, because the upper limit of its capacity has been exceeded, this fragment of space that is inherently unstable has already developed cracks. The space is vibrating. Ordinary people may not be able to observe this, but both Jenkins and the Difference Engine understand what this means.

"world Tree!"

Jenkins shouted, even though the ability of [World Tree Seedling] could not be manifested, the appearance of a giant tree still vaguely appeared behind him. It was not a normal phantom of the World Tree, but more like the giant steel tree from the previous world.

The flow of spirit drives the body to control more powerful power, and the blood vessels under the skin bulge faintly, as if to outline huge runes on the body. His eyes seemed to be shining, and his arms seemed to be one with the cane he was holding. The figure of Jenkins, standing high in the sky, appears and disappears at this moment. No one can be sure that he must exist in this continuous time and space.

This almost all-out crushing power will almost immediately destroy the metal giant underground. But at this time, the broken soul that had been crushed began to move, and with the spiritual power transmitted from the bell at the core of the difference machine body, the phantom of a man appeared in front of Jenkins.

This is a phenomenon caused by the exchange of spiritual powers between the two. If Jenkins gives up contact with the broken soul, this phantom will not affect him at all.

"What tricks do you want to do again?"

Golden ripples came from the distance. It was unknown which demigod's magic was able to enhance Jenkins' power at this moment. But the phantom remained unchanged in the golden ripples. The translucent man stood in the air looking at Jenkins above the spiral structure. He was wearing a linen robe, with a white ribbon wrapped around his head, and a bright feather from an unknown animal was pinned to the ribbon:

“Isn’t the future of machinery bad?”

This is not the Difference Engine talking to Jenkins. What Jenkins feels is the thinking of past creatures manifested by the spiritual power. This is an ancient human being who has died long ago. It is the spiritual imprint of ancient humans left by the Difference Engine.

“What’s good about the future of machinery?”

"Human beings are too weak to defeat those terrible alien races. If we can turn our skin into metal, our bones into steel, and our organs into gears, we can also occupy a piece of land of our own in this world... ..."

This person probably lived in a very ancient era, when humans were very, very weak.

From ancient times to the present, the Difference Engine has no shortage of supporters. And now, those supporters from the past are showing up.

Chapter 2220 Past Thoughts

"But it is no longer the past. Human beings have mastered the power and no longer need to change their own structure. So, just sleep quietly. People who belong to this era do not need the wandering ghosts of the past to point their fingers."

Hearing what Jenkins said, the man had a regretful expression on his face and slowly disappeared into the air.

"Is this the only way you can do it?"

Jenkins asked the huge monster through the connected mental power. As if in response to his question, the metal tentacles dancing crazily under the night sky finally changed.

The top of the tentacle was originally just spraying gray mist, but now gear chains sprang out from the pores at the top. These chains shot out in all directions, hooking up with chains sprayed out by other tentacles.

In the blink of an eye, a large metal net connected by brass chains covered Nolan's sky. The transmission of spirits has become more convenient, and at the same time, the lines of the chains are also outlining a larger ritual array.

Jenkins saw the light and shadow of Mr. Gilbert's flaming rapier as he slashed, and saw the golden divine sheen trying to cut through the metal grid. But these are all useless. This net confines the space and greatly enhances the power of metal creations in this space.

The boundless darkness seems to be coming from the ground. Even though the two full moons in the sky are still hanging high, no one can guarantee what will happen next.

Another phantom appeared in front of Jenkins, this time it was a woman, wearing glasses, barefoot and wearing sacrificial robes, with a half-moon shape on her chest:

"According to my research, even if humans evolve for tens of thousands more years, their physical fitness will not surpass that of most of the alien species of the same era. Even if humans can expel the alien species from the material world, leaving only humans in the world, humans rely on flesh and blood , and it is impossible to develop the entire world. Therefore, it is the best choice to transform flesh and blood into light, four elements, etc., into metals that are also material. "

"Then when you were doing your research, did you ever think that humans could rely on wisdom to develop the same civilization as the alien species that relied on physical strength?"

The woman looked at Jenkins regretfully, shook her head, and disappeared from his eyes.

Now, Jenkins finally figured out what the strange spiritual power was. During the countless times that the Difference Machine was discovered and used, there should be many humans who agreed with its views and were willing to help it.

Although Jenkins did not agree with its views, he also agreed that the Difference Machine's views were very attractive. And those humans who believed in the Difference Machine's claims and were willing to help it achieve its goal of mechanizing the whole world, their own lifespans could not break through the 999-year lifespan lock of the material world.

The spiritual power of the dead supporters was collected by the Difference Machine and continued to assist it in achieving its goals. Part of it was presented to Jenkins, trying to use the ideas of these past humans to pollute Jenkins's ideas.

It should be said that such an idea is very creative, allowing people from the past to persuade the modern "stubborn" Jenkins. But if the Difference Machine wants to change his mind with this, it would be too easy.

The dancing tentacles caused the brass gear metal net covering the sky to shake, and the expansion of the spirit brought a new round of gray fog erosion. The flat ground of "Nolan" has cracks, as if there is a huge monster trying to rush out of the ground in one breath and show up in front of people.

The twenty-four demigods helped Jenkins suppress the power of the tentacles, allowing him to deal with the core of the giant metal monster wholeheartedly.

With the support of the differential machine, the metal tentacles entangled with the vines moved again. They were deeply attached to the thick vines, as if they wanted to rub the other party into the black spiritual lines on their surface.

Jenkins thought that the current situation was completely controllable, so he was not panicked, but continued to use his own spirit to contact the broken soul. As long as he won the battle on the spiritual level, he could take the opportunity to control this huge metal monster.

The old man under the roof next to him couldn't see this, so he was a little anxious. He kept taking out various strange things from the pocket of the woolen sweater that Jenkins was very familiar with, as if he was preparing something.

There was no fog near him, not even the harmful gas spread by the tentacles. It was the cat on top of his head that protected his father. Chocolate was very sensible. He saw that Jenkins had the upper hand at this time, so he was not in a hurry at all. He just wanted to conserve his energy and show his strength after the core of the differential machine came out.

As the spirit got closer, a third illusory figure appeared in front of Jenkins. This figure turned out to be an elf, but an old elf. He looked similar to the old elf who was about to die of natural causes a few months ago. Both of them were about to reach the end of their lives.

"The body has its limits after all. Even the immortal race will eventually reach the limit of life one day. The flesh and blood are weak and cannot resist the erosion of time. Even if there is almost infinite vitality, the corruption of the body is a matter of time."

This is the truth. Even if Jenkins infuses a big tree with infinite vitality, it cannot make it immortal. It will only make it experience the prosperity and decline of the years in a short period of time and then reach the end.

"Life" itself has the meaning of beginning and end. In the flowery strange world, Jenkins personally told the master his views on the natural cycle of life and death, so the power of nature cannot achieve true immortality.

"But machines can be immortal. If they are broken, they can be replaced, and if they are low-level, they can be upgraded. This is the beauty of machines. Flesh and blood bodies will eventually end, but machines are eternal."

The translucent old elf stood high in the sky. The surrounding cyclones rolled up black smoke and gray fog. The strong wind swept everything in the strange world. The dancing tentacles behind it would make mortals completely lose their minds even if they just looked at them.

"Since machines are eternal, why is there only an illusion in front of me now, not a robot?"

Jenkins asked with a smile while controlling the spirit to fight against the giant underground.

"The technology of Great Wisdom was not mature at that time, but it is mature now. Has the technology of the gear man you defeated before reached the point of near immortality?"

Even if the gear man just now left a small gear, it can be said that the individual still exists. It can be transformed and reorganized with metal nearby, which can indeed be said to be near immortality. This kind of immortal thing is completely a real weird thing.

Chapter 2221 Argument

"I noticed that you called the difference machine "Great Wisdom" instead of my Lord? This is strange."

The conversation in the air continued. Compared with the difference machine, these spiritual imprints from the past are much more reasonable. Jenkins will not continue to entangle if he finds that he cannot argue.

"We agree with the ideas of Great Wisdom and its practices, so we help it in the short time when it is out of the seal. We are on the same level as Great Wisdom, and Great Wisdom also agrees with this, so we will take the initiative to separate a part of our spirit and give it to it before we die."

The old elf replied.

"I didn't realize it had such appeal."

Jenkins thought to himself, and then said to the illusory old elf in front of him:

"But you can't convince me, let's change to another one. Although you are just a manifestation of spiritual power, you are also an elf after all. How can you be so disrespectful to the World Tree?"

"World Tree?"

The old elf in front of him is not even a living thing. It is just a superficial manifestation of mental power and can only respond to specific scenes and information. Therefore, of course, he cannot tell that something is wrong with Jenkins at a glance like all other elves.

But he did still retain his instinctive reaction to the World Tree. He subconsciously wanted to bend down and bow, but he stopped his movements:

"Although I agree with great wisdom and am willing to help it, I have never forgotten that I was once an elf. I also held an adult ceremony with my friends under the World Tree. I cannot convince you, but I want to remind you that our It’s definitely not there to mess with your thoughts. “Look at your arms.”

After saying that, he also disappeared into the air.

Jenkins thought about it doubtfully, continued to hold the cane with one hand, and rolled up his sleeve with the other hand. Then he saw that there were a few black streaks on his shining arm.

He didn't notice it at all until he was reminded by the elf. This is not a poison or a curse, but the impact of the rotting mental power that has accumulated for many years. In other words, that mass of mental power was mixed with a large number of mixed thoughts, and after many times of fusion, many temperings, and the erosion of time, it has turned into something almost garbage.

The rotten garbage may be reabsorbed by the earth, but the spiritual power of rottenness, if it persists, is a poison harmful to all souls. This kind of thing that is comparable to "human pus" can only be produced by ancient existences like the Difference Engine, but any other creature that can exist for so many years like it will not be bored to contain it. A large, slowly decaying mass of spiritual power.

In short, due to Jenkins' rash contact, the rotten spirit has spread to his body along the spiritual link. He should be able to detect it himself, but because of the special nature of this mass of spiritual power, he didn't notice it until he was reminded.

"It doesn't matter."

Thinking in his mind, spiritual energy began to wash over his body. Those black traces naturally faded little by little, but they continued to appear due to Jenkins' continued contact with the broken soul. This was a tug-of-war that would continue for a long time unless Jenkins gave up the spiritual battle.

The space in the treacherous realm became increasingly unstable, and streaks of black lightning appeared in the night sky. This is not thunder, but a sign that space is about to collapse. The treacherous realm itself is not suitable for a decisive battle, after all, it is just space debris.

Suppressed by Jenkins on a double level, and with the help of twenty-four demigods who were determined to die in this battle, the Difference Machine deliberately pulled its most important fighting body into the treacherous situation, but it was not even able to survive the earth's crust. If you break through, you will almost fall into defeat.

Suddenly, the black aura was extremely powerful and gathered in the space in front of Jenkins. Due to the action of the spirit, the space collapsed and formed a huge black hole. Amidst the sound of shattering glass, a huge metal tentacle poked out from it. Since the monster couldn't get to the ground by squeezing through the ground, it actually wanted to smash the space directly.

The tentacle hit Jenkins on the forehead, but before it touched him, he was stilled in the air. Jenkins raised his head, and the shadow of a huge rotating gear flashed past his right eye. As the bronze light almost shot out of his eyes, he said extremely calmly:

"go back."

So the tentacles obediently retracted into the fragmented space, and the fragmented space was restored immediately.

"What's the point of doing this?"

Jenkins was already a little tired of this kind of fight. He let go of all his strength and let the bronze light pour into the double helix structure of vines and metal under his feet.

The bell rang again, but this time it rang behind Jenkins, and the looming shadow of the huge steel tree appeared again.

"Wouldn't it be better to just let the core of your body come to see me?"

Suddenly he raised his right hand and waved it gently in the air, and the bronze metallic color was spread into the air. The giant network of brass chains shot out by the tentacles was immediately corrupted into a rusty bronze color after being contaminated by those light spots. Jenkins is gradually taking away the power of this huge monster.

"Pointless."

He pulled out the cane with both hands, and then stabbed it hard. Green life, gray death, and bronze immortality, three completely balanced forces follow the double helix structure and are instilled toward the ground from the smallest point in the sky.

The rotating light lit up the entire square. But the father beside the square can feel how terrifying this power is:

“Jenkins has really grown.”

Looking across Nolan, Jenkins was determined to end this now. The chaotic colors that merged into the three colors entered the ground and immediately spread to the entire strange ground. People heard the noise below the ground and saw the fire and hot steam spurting out from the cracks in the ground.

At this moment, Jenkins' arms suddenly felt itchy, which was the effect of those polluting and rotten mental powers. But he didn't waver at all. He closed his eyes and made the already strong spiritual connection even more stable.

He boldly let go of his soul to contact the soul of the giant metal monster underground. When he opened his eyes again, under the black night sky of Nolan, who was about to collapse, translucent shadows appeared one after another, surrounding Jenkins in the sky. Looking down at him.

These are the gifts left to that machine by people who agreed with the concept of the Difference Engine and were willing to help it over tens of thousands of years, including even people from the 18th century.

People all extended their hands to Jenkins, making an invitation gesture, but Jenkins just shook his head:

"You are just the imprint left by the spirit, not even a complete consciousness. Leave, it's all over."

He said, but the shadows did not dissipate:

"Savior of the Eighteenth Epoch, we have witnessed countless years, and the consciousness of thousands of us has long proved the correctness of mechanization."

Everything around seemed to be shaking, black smoke and gray fog were entangled together, and then blown by the wind, as if the whole world was about to collapse. But Jenkins and the twenty-four demigods who entered the strange realm were not afraid. The auras representing their power played a very stable role, just like an isolated island in a stormy sea.

Jenkins himself had confidence and had seen the ending long ago, so he was not worried, and the people who risked their lives to help Jenkins were purely relying on courage and determination, the determination to save the world. There will always be some people who stand up at the most dangerous moment in the world and sacrifice themselves in exchange for even a trace of possibility.

This is probably the courage of mankind, this is probably the hymn of mankind.

The voices of the phantoms can only be heard by Jenkins who is in contact with them. The voices seem to come from all directions, and are the collection of the voices of millions of people.

"Have you argued? No, the truth is often only in the hands of a few people."

Jenkins answered the strong wind in front of him, which made the hem of his coat flutter, and he had to squint his eyes to avoid tears in the wind.

"No, the truth must be argued, and we have argued for tens of millions of years. The conclusion is that you are hindering the evolution of mankind, the final evolution, the savior of the eighteenth century."

One after another, the phantoms crossed the space and pounced on Jenkins. They were not going to attack, but to pass all the information contained in their own mental power to Jenkins. Even if these thoughts were not polluting at all, they were enough to brainwash a healthy person into becoming part of their ideas, not to mention that the mental power at this time had been washed away by time and had long been rotten into something close to poison and garbage.

A huge amount of information washed over Jenkins' mind in a short period of time, and the firm common ideas of thousands of people echoed in Jenkins' mind over and over again. All those ideas about the mechanical evolution of mankind and the construction of a world where all things are equal, all squeezed into Jenkins' mind.

But these are completely useless, the soul of God will not be afraid of the messy thoughts of mortals. What's more, Jenkins has seen a technological civilization that is more advanced than the steam civilization, and understands that as long as human courage and curiosity are still there, human wisdom is the most powerful weapon of human beings themselves, and humans do not need to get rid of weak flesh.

If all human beings are transformed from flesh and blood to metal configurations, it will lock the possibility of further evolution of human beings. Every race has its own unique talents and abilities. No race is completely useless, and abandoning the characteristics of one's own race to cater to the ideas of aliens is really a stupid idea.

Therefore, Jenkins is not afraid of those crazy thoughts, but tries to debate with them in his mind. But those ideas are just the imprint of thoughts, and they do not have the ability to communicate with him and exchange views.

This made Jenkins realize again that these things are just "repeaters" for the differential engine to promote its own ideas. So he completely ignored them, and instead forcibly pulled the broken soul into his own soul.

Chapter 2222 It is in the stars

The battle on the spiritual level is far less easy than the battle on the material level, but because of the huge difference in size between the two, almost the next second after Jenkins decided to end the battle, the broken soul fragments that split from the incomplete soul shattered.

The process of soul shattering cannot be seen by the naked eye, but because of the spiritual connection between each other, Jenkins thought he "saw" the whole process of a small piece of glass being crushed by his behemoth.

Without the guidance of the soul power, the huge mechanical monster underground was completely out of control. The increasingly frantic tentacles tried to sweep everything on the ground. In an instant, the demigods almost couldn't suppress it and let the underground things break through to the surface.

"William, do something!"

Jenkins heard someone shouting in the wind, so he also responded loudly:

"Hold on, it will be fine soon."

He stepped down with his left foot, let go of the cane in his hands, and took off into the air. This is certainly not flying, but just jumping to a high altitude with his own powerful strength.

Looking down from the sky, the space of the strange world can be seen almost at a glance. The metal tentacles are like sores growing in the city, making their last struggle.

Given that the differential machine has a bad habit of installing self-destruct devices on its creations, Jenkins did not try to fully control this huge metal shell.