Chapter 164 You are not a machine soul at all!

Burn the pollution?

That was great! Hughes' eyes lit up. He had been thinking about how to solve the fuel problem.

Some of the original pirates could no longer be relied upon. They had inexplicably lost contact with Castel recently, and there was no follow-up to the agreement to send someone to pick up the goods a few days ago. Jeremiah had gone to the North again, so the coal that had been ordered previously was naturally gone.

Without imported coal, the steel mill was a big coal consumer, so for a time other steam engines could only burn charcoal or even firewood, which was quite stretched.

Actually, Hughes came here this time to learn about the progress of the research on physical pollution. With more and more steam factories, this project needs to be accelerated.

However, pollution was still a bit dangerous. Zeus evacuated the crowd and called all the banshees in the experimental field over before he began to transport the pollution.

Soon, a banshee came over holding several huge jars. Zeus and the others stepped back, leaving only the banshees to operate.

The rest of the people, whether it was Gaia or Chloe, stepped back and made way.

Although Chloe is also a superhuman, she does not have many ways to deal with physical pollution. Rather, most superhumans are quite afraid of pollution. For a thousand years, superhumans have tried to stay away from the sea because they do not want to be exposed to pollution.

The flesh and blood magic of the banshees is indeed quite powerful. It can not only defend, but also adapt to the environment and prevent pollution. Chloe is full of envy.

The Banshees gathered in front of the steam engine, but did not move closer. Instead, they handed the jars filled with pollution to Monica - she had just successfully communicated with the Machine Soul, and now she was needed to let the Machine Soul control the pollution.

If not controlled, these pollutants will escape from the boiler.

Monica took the jar and approached the boiler room with a serious face, placed her hand on the furnace wall, closed her eyes and concentrated on communicating with the machine spirit.

Hughes whispered to Chloe, "Shouldn't you be reading something at this time?"

"What do I need to read?" Chloe glanced over.

"It's the prayer just now. It sounds very touching."

Chloe shook her head. "Do you think these are all made up? The Mechanical Temple has extremely strict requirements for praying to machines. For example, the one I chanted before was for steam engines that were 'assembled but not put into use'. Regular maintenance and repairs must follow another process. They even have requirements for burning coal - how can steam be desecrated by ordinary fire? Have you heard of this saying?"

"Shall steam be profaned by common fire?"

Hughes repeated it. This sentence did give him a strange feeling. The Mechanical Temple refused to use "normal fire", so what did they use as fuel? It couldn't be pollution.

"Moreover, the Mechanical Temple strictly prohibits any form of improvement to the machines, even the improvement of the usage process. They have always used the machines in an extremely long and complicated way, and many of the steps are stupid even if they are called religions."

“The good thing is that as long as the process is strictly followed, nothing can go wrong.”

Zeus frowned. This way of using machines made him feel uncomfortable. Machines were created to improve efficiency, but the idea of ​​the Mechanical Temple was completely contrary to efficiency.

"Look, Monica dumped the pollution in there!"

Chloe grabbed Hughes' sleeve and spoke excitedly, bringing him back to reality.

Monica grabbed the can with four hands, opened the boiler door with two hands, and then poured it in. The pollution rushed into the boiler like swimming fish, and Hughes was stunned.

Is this what it looks like when pollution enters the boiler?

He vaguely remembered that when he was experimenting with Ash before, the pollution was extremely resistant to approaching fire, and would struggle madly if it got just a little bit close.

And Ash even had to hold the pollution tightly in his hand and put his hand into the fire to barely control it from burning.

And now.

Monica's dumping process was extremely smooth. The pollution that had been struggling before was now extremely docile. It obediently entered the boiler and was wrapped by the scorching flames.

"It's so effective!?"

Chloe and Hughes turned their heads and looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes. They had conducted experiments on pollution combustion more than once, and all of them failed because the pollution struggled too violently.

The two had originally expected that the machine spirit would help look after the furnace and forcibly confine the pollution in the boiler.

"Is this normal?" Xius scratched his head and looked at Chloe. "Do you have a way to control pollution?"

"If we had this method, we would have used it long ago. Why would we bother to summon the evil god?" Chloe said absentmindedly, "This is amazing. The machine spirit can actually control pollution. I thought only the evil god could do that."

Xius raised an eyebrow: "Can the evil god control pollution?"

"It's not really control. It's mainly because the evil god will attract the pollution and actively approach it. Otherwise, why do you think we summon the evil god? It's to absorb the pollution in our bodies!"

Hughes rubbed his chin. These statements sounded fine, but he always felt something was wrong. Monica poured out a whole can of pollution and closed the furnace door. The piston of the steam engine accelerated its movement, and the flywheel was driven so fast that the output far exceeded that of burning wood and coal.

"It worked, it really worked, my God, using pollution as fuel." Chloe pulled her hair and looked at the boiler in disbelief.

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The other banshees also had faces full of surprise, talking around the boiler. Monica even put her hands on her waist, folded her four hands in front of her chest, and looked very smug. Gaia at the back clapped her hands until they turned red, her face full of excitement.

Hughes was a little dazed. Was the pollution burning so successful? Was the fuel problem that had troubled him for so long actually solved? He felt a little unreal.

And there's always an indescribable feeling, as if something is wrong.

Where could it be? Hughes couldn't think of it, so he tugged at his collar and suddenly had some inspiration.

Why not ask the machine soul? He had communicated with this machine soul before, and now it was active, so there would be no obstacles in communication.

Hughes walked forward and tried to greet the soul in the steel in front of him.

"Ah?"

He said tentatively that he knew during their last communication that the machine spirit did not like the name "Anuo", but it did not object violently. It seemed to know that this was given to it by its creator.

Therefore, Hughes still chose this word to greet it.

But the response from his heart was a hot, intense, but unfamiliar presence. Zeus could feel its friendliness and enthusiasm, but he could not feel the familiarity he once had.

Zeus' pupils shrank instantly, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the huge machine that was roaring and roaring in front of him.

"You, you are not a coward!!"

"Who are you!?"

(End of this chapter)