Chapter 647 The Temple is Dead
This is a building with a style that is quite different from other churches.
There are no towering spires or pointed arches, and the roof is no longer a pointed rib vault, but a square box shape.
Thick pipes are spread all over the facade, interspersed with many mechanical structures.
For some reason, when they saw this building, they felt inexplicably relieved and even felt a little more at ease.
It reminded several people of Castel.
But after looking carefully, several people frowned.
They all passed the assessment for the advanced class. Needless to say, Gaia had profound attainments in mechanical technology and chemistry, and was even the chief engineer of a military factory.
Zoe came from a school background. Not only had she taken advanced classes, she had even taught. She might not be good enough at research and development, but her basic knowledge was still very solid.
Although Erwin was a soldier in the training team, he was admitted to the Imperial Truth through a serious examination. In addition, the learning atmosphere in the Crusaders meant that his practical knowledge was not bad either.
So they all noticed the awkwardness of these mechanical structures.
For example, the flanges on the steam pipe are supposed to connect the two sections of the pipe, but there are a lot of them on these pipes for no apparent reason, and there is no flange at all on a long section next to them.
For example, the valve disc and pull rod both control the opening, but two are installed at the same time. This not only fails to increase safety redundancy, but interferes with each other.
Another example is these gear sets. It's obvious that the problem can be solved by adding an additional transmission shaft, but they insist on piling up a bunch of gears with different gear ratios. This not only wastes efficiency, but is completely useless.
Just like
Someone who knows nothing about mechanics is piling up mechanical elements based on their feelings.
It's not really mechanical, but has a "mechanical flavor".
Precisely because the three of them understood these basic principles, they felt extremely awkward, as if it were a blasphemy, and completely lost the simple and practical beauty of industry.
Gaia even looked carefully along the pipeline for a long time, but still couldn't figure out its operating logic.
It looked like the designs that only those Castells syndrome patients on the island could draw when they were having an attack of it: crazy, messy, and incomprehensible.
Hela didn't notice the strange looks on their faces. She stepped forward, pulled the lever, kicked the butterfly valve twice, chanted a few verses, then took the wrench from the person next to her and smashed it hard into the dent on the pipe!
Under Gaia's stunned gaze, a ball of white sticky paste spit out from the pipe onto the tray in the believer's hand.
"How did you do that? You just opened the valve, but then you closed half of the bottom one. This side is open, but it's bifurcated, the other side."
Gaia's eyes fell on the pit that had been carefully maintained just now, and suddenly she showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Oh"
"That knock jolted the valve. The liquid inside was already flowing, so it opened wider. The water hammer effect instantly increased the pressure on the other side, squeezing the ointment out."
Her face twitched and she didn't know how to start.
According to the Lord, this is "the equipment is running on a bug."
And it's not just one or two, it's a bug that triggers another bunch of bugs, several bugs overlapped together, but it works normally.
Gaia looked at the carefully put away wrench, and several believers wearing robes with gear patterns immediately rushed over, carefully chanting the scriptures while wiping the sacred pit.
This slightly rusty wrench and this dent are both "special".
She suddenly understood something.
You have to use a specific wrench at a specific time, strike the pit at a specific angle and with a specific force to achieve a specific effect.
Since one layer of bugs is connected to another, no one knows which part is responsible. It may be that the broken wrench causes the center of gravity to be uneven, which adds two harmonics to the knocking vibration, allowing the pipeline to work normally.
So everything has to follow a fixed process, scriptures have to be chanted, one has to be pious, and this whole set of redundant and inexplicable methods have to be used to start the machine.
If the wrench is lost, if the pit changes, if the person who mastered this technique is lost, then it can no longer be used.
She suddenly understood the contempt in the prince's eyes that day.
Indeed, he was right. The Mechanical Temple was just a dead corpse. Because it was so huge, people temporarily forgot its death.
"Please wait a moment, I will apply some holy oil and do some maintenance."
Hela said with a smile as she skillfully removed the eyeball and placed it in the white ointment.
She carefully placed a booklet in front of her, but did not flip through it. Gaia took a glance and found the words "User Manual - Parts Replacement and Maintenance" written on it.
Quickly, she cleaned the dirt off her body and smeared holy lubricant between the gears.
Now her entire body exuded the pungent aroma of lubricating grease, and the Mechanical Temple believers beside her were obviously more pious, and even had a bit of fanaticism in their eyes.
Even the voices of those chanting scriptures became louder.
After she finished her maintenance, she prayed a few more times before completing the ceremony and standing in front of the gate.
She pulled the lever at the door. The complex mechanical structure of the door clicked a few times, and then... didn't move.
Several believers in the church immediately rushed forward, carefully grasped the welded handle on the door with intricate patterns, lifted the door up, and moved it to both sides.
Now even Erwin, who knew the least about mechanics, couldn't hold it anymore.
Are these believers also part of the structure that opens the door?
"Please come in. This is the Gear Sanctuary, the preaching hall of the Mechanical Temple. There is also a lounge prepared for guests."
Several people followed her footsteps and walked in. The house was still decorated with a "mechanical flavor", but this time no one cared about it.
Their eyes all fell on the high platform in the middle of the room.
It was a gear-shaped disc-shaped platform with a long table and a blackboard hanging on it.
In front of the blackboard, a "person" was writing and explaining at the same time.
There is not a single bit of flesh and blood on his body, it is made entirely of machinery, with fine gears, transmission mechanisms, complex hydraulic pipes, and elegant and simple limbs.
He did not make it look like a human in great detail, but simply imitated the general appearance. For example, the hands are actually more practical, openable and closable clamps instead of five fingers.
A slightly harsh voice came from the speaker on his neck.
"Students, today we will discuss the relationship between metal implant rejection and hormone levels in the body, as well as the resulting mental illness, somatization, and phantom limb pain."
(End of this chapter)
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