Mechanic

For a moment, the only sound in the space was the sound of the pipes turning, and silence spread like death. Until a sudden ground tremor broke the solemn atmosphere between the two sides.

The voice of the metal man became serious: "The monster lord has begun to fight back."

As the master of the black mist, how strong is the Monster Lord? The Metal Face has never seen it with his own eyes. Before the boy came, the Monster Lord never came near here. Now he has made up his mind. In order to protect the boy, he will fight today no matter how strong the Monster Lord is.

This was not a decision made by Ham alone, but the will of all souls in the country. Freedom was at hand, and there was nothing worth giving up.

"You two just need to stay here. I will never let you get hurt until the core is breached."

Mason shook his head. "Please take us to the wall."

"But..."

"Don't worry." The linen-haired boy smiled slightly and said meaningfully. "In fact, if you want Him to leave, you have to let me go up."

The metal face hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed to the other party's request. A rotating sound came from the mechanical core, and a mechanical arm stretched out in front of Mason, showing him a cross-shaped earring.

It is framed in black gold and inlaid with brightly colored transparent crystals. Before Mason could ask, the metal face took the initiative to explain: "This is the purest crystal ever made. The brain is the only irreplaceable part of a human being. Once it detects that your brain is contaminated, it will immediately purify it."

What if other parts are contaminated?

If we can create artificial humans, let alone prosthetic limbs! At the very least, we can use some medicine to regenerate broken limbs. Not dying is not a big deal!

Mason showed his kindness and showed his left ear to the mechanic. The woman leaned over and touched his earlobe, and a fine needle extended from her fingertips. The boy only felt a slight pain, and the woman had already pierced his ear skillfully and put on an earring.

He reached out and touched it, and felt the delicate patterns carved on the cross. As expected of a master from the Mechanical City, the jewelry was very finely crafted.

After confirming that he had put it on properly, the metal mask returned the pearl bracelet to Mason. The pipe under the human's feet slowly rose. A crack appeared above, and light from the outside flowed in.

Outside the city.

The red-haired young man narrowed his eyes. What appeared before him was a doomsday-like scene. The earth cracked, and molten lava was pumped out from the deepest part, melting all the plants it touched. Countless monsters poked their heads out from the black mist, greedily spying on the city in front of them.

Behind them, the railroad tracks that once surrounded them had rotted beyond recognition. Countless tentacles dangled from them, and human faces replaced suction cups and skin, screaming in pain and anger. The screams of countless dead souls gathered together, forming a soul-tearing storm that crashed straight into the king. The black mist surged and turbulent, and the monsters that didn't have time to dodge were killed on the spot.

The king remained unmoved. This powerful blow penetrated him and the wall behind him, killing a large number of monsters behind him.

"It's useless. This space has been moved into the time chaos. What you are attacking now is just a remnant of time. What you see now is just an illusion of the future or the past."

Yunmu attacked angrily for a few times, but finally gave up after finding it useless. He lowered his body, and after a low, angry murmur, the Monster Lord walked down from Yunmu's head, and the black mist rolled and gathered into a staircase, which spontaneously appeared under his feet.

"The goddess of fate is indeed difficult to deal with. She always has a way of escaping into another possibility. Even I am not completely sure that I can defeat her."

"But who allowed you to stand in front of me and provoke me?"

The king's expression became solemn. He knew how powerful the opponent was. If it weren't for the heart of the goddess of fate, it would be difficult for him to muster the courage to fight the opponent. Even so, the courage to protect the country will never be covered in dust. All souls faced the monster lord, roaring and threatening. Countless shells were fired at the same time, blowing the monster into a ball of blood.

The knights shouted loudly: "Protect!"

Their wills turned into the sharpest spears, piercing straight into the other's consciousness. If they were ordinary people, they would have been lost in the huge waves of souls and turned into walking corpses. But now the one standing here is the master of monsters.

The latter stopped just one level higher than where the king was. A deep voice echoed in the air with a strange rhythm.

"In the beginning, the world was chaos. Only the World Tree stood in the void until it bore fruit."

"The first fruit is a person, divided into two sides, front and back."

"The goodness of man is like God, blessing all things; the evil of man is me, suppressed under the tree of the world."

As the narration continued, the phantom of the World Tree emerged before the eyes of all creatures. The towering tree reached the sky, and its roots penetrated deep into the darkness. All evil intentions were piled up here, and indescribable creatures roamed in the void, hugging their king.

Black mist is his robe, and death is his servant. The Lord of Monsters lowered his eyes, neither happy nor sad. At this moment, all emotions were removed from him, leaving only coldness and cruelty. He was as cold-blooded and ruthless as a true god, and nothing mattered to him.

"What am I?"

"I am Sora, I am a human, I am a god, I am a monster, I am the world tree, I am the opposite of this world."

He raised his hands and pressed them down with emptiness. His face beneath the dark mist was extremely calm.

"Fate will eventually be in my hands. Even the gods who control fate cannot fight against me. Because I am the opposite of the World Tree. What he can do, I can do too."

"I will perish here. I reject this fate."

An irresistible force suddenly pressed down upon him. Number One fell to his knees on the city wall with a thud, and had no choice but to bow his head and worship the king. The mechanical parts all over his body clicked and made a stiff electronic sound.

"Alarm, alarm, high energy concentration detected... Danger level... unlimited... Activate, maximum defense..."

All the divine weapons emitted a gentle glow, covering the entire city. The heart of the goddess of fate beat once, then a second and third time.

Amid the rhythmic beating sound, the image of the town was pulled by something and rapidly faded from this space. The power of the gods gathered here, fighting against the Lord of Monsters, and barely formed a protective shield.

Number One's expression became better, and he tried to stand up. But the Monster Lord smiled lightly, without any trace of laughter.

"The remains of the gods are gone."

“Crack.”

“Crack, crack.”

A faint sound like bamboo joints breaking was heard, and the red-haired young man who was also standing on the city wall raised his head slightly, a bright halo reflected in his dark golden pupils.

The bright light circle shattered bit by bit, and finally shattered into powder all over the ground. The black mist penetrated without regard for the barriers of space and time. The king stood there in disbelief, and for a moment he even forgot to react.

How is that possible?

This is the heart of the goddess of fate, which has been running for thousands of years and its divine power has never been exhausted. Together with the three artifacts, it has kept the [Lost Kingdom] alive until now. In the past, there were also some incredibly powerful monsters that attacked the city, but they were all defeated in front of the city walls.

And now, the Monster Lord broke the barrier so easily, which made the king feel an unrealistic sense of confusion.

It’s a pity that he is confused, but the Lord of Monsters is not confused.

The latter moved his mind at will, and the black mist turned into a big hand, trying to hold the half-black and half-white sphere in the center. The soul on the outermost layer wailed and changed. Just as the mist was about to swallow the king's body, invisible bullets pierced the black mist. The black and white sphere took the opportunity to escape from the mist, revealing the king's figure again. The latter hurriedly retreated to the side of the city wall, and blood and flesh grew on the broken wall, and terrifying illusions continued to emerge. It seemed that countless monsters were grabbing the wall, and a creepy roar came. The transparent bullets triggered bursts of fire and explosions. The monster lord lowered his head and met a pair of sharp eyes.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

The red-haired young man apologized insincerely and slowly wrapped the pearl bracelet around his wrist. Two figures appeared behind him. The flax-haired boy looked up at the monster master with a brilliant smile on his face.

"We meet again."

The Monster Lord's eyes slid across his face and landed on the strange woman's face. He immediately understood something, and the aura around him became more dangerous.

"You look more pleasing when you're angry."

Mason licked his lips subconsciously, with hostility evident in his eyes.

If the Monster Lord is the most powerful monster of this era, then of course he must be confronted by a monster of the same kind. What can be better than the World Tree?

Just standing in front of him, Mason could sense the World Tree vibrating and conveying hostility. Light and darkness are naturally incompatible, and this is especially true for the World Tree and the Lord of Monsters!

“Hehehe…”

The Monster Lord curled his lips and asked, "Who do you think you are?"

"The World Tree has just awakened from its slumber. Do you think that this gives you the qualifications to be on equal footing with me?"

The Monster Lord opened his arms, as gracefully as an artist. His cold voice was filled with brutal murderous intent, and a mysterious aura emanated from him!

"The rule here is to obey me."

A huge shadow emerged from under the Lord of Monsters, shrouding the entire city from above. Sticky whispers emanated from the air, stirring the listener's brain. The brick and metal walls softened like a piece of plasticine, stained with mottled and flowing colors. It is difficult to describe this blasphemous scene in human language, and common sense no longer applies here. Mason glanced into the shadow and his eyes were hurt, and he almost burst into tears. Not to mention the creatures beside him, No. 1 had been completely mutated in the pollution, leaving only the broken left eye to maintain the human shape.

"I didn't have the ability to fight you before, but now that the World Tree has awakened, the rules are about to change."

The phantom of the World Tree also appeared behind Mason, half flesh and half green. The two completely different existences merged into one, rustling leaves and shaking, and wherever they went, pollution disappeared. The mutations on the King and No. 1 disappeared, revealing their original appearance again. They looked at this scene in doubt and confusion, and their brains were a little confused.

What's happening?

What exactly happened?

The scene before them was completely beyond their imagination. The red-haired young man put his right hand on No. 1's shoulder with a faint smile on his face.

"Don't worry. Have you heard of... the Land of Stars?"

Change history, shape reality.

If everyone in the world believes a lie, then the lie becomes the truth.

Aureus said: "People call the place where the souls that guard the world tree live the Land of Stars. After the world tree was polluted, the first soul descended into the world. His name was Aureus, that is, me."

"I am the anchor for the arrival of those who come later, and the starting point for the arrival of the Land of Stars. But before that, someone awakened me in this world. We are the guardians of the World Tree, and he is the favorite of the World Tree."

The understated words carried an incredible magic, which made the king look surprised: "The...favorite of the World Tree?"

"Hmm, since the Black Mist has a monster lord, isn't it only natural that the World Tree has a pet?"

The mechanic with a pink and purple ponytail threw up her pocket watch, which quickly transformed into a pistol. She stood beside the boy and asked casually, "What should I do, employer?"

The rolling black fog was close at hand, hissing across the border of illusion. The flax-haired boy looked up, and the branches and leaves of the World Tree were luxuriant and lush. The huge phantom occupied half the sky, and became more and more real with the infusion of power. The Monster Lord looked at him indifferently, and the latter answered with a smile.

"Bring me victory, both of you."

"I don't like fighting alongside this guy."

The mechanic curled his lips, and Orelius said helplessly: "Me too."

"The thing this gun wants to penetrate most is your head, but unfortunately your employer has said so, so I'll let you go for now."

The mechanic took a step forward and fired at the wall at his feet. The metal bullets directly merged into the wall, producing unimaginable effects.

The wind blew the mechanic's hair, and the roar of machine transformation came from inside the city wall. The originally mutated flesh and blood was covered with a metallic color again, and was actually directly contaminated by the machine in the opposite direction. The edges and corners reflected inorganic cold light.

A deafening roar rang out, and the metal face looked up solemnly. The heart of the machine was roaring, and the city was shaking. The mechanical pipelines that were originally used to support the operation of the entire city were out of his control and began to deform according to the wishes of the outsider.

The mechanic raised his lips and spoke each word with a sonorous and powerful tone.

"All the troubles of the world come from insufficient firepower. Let us sound the engine and free the core. Flesh is weak, machinery soars!"