Chapter 664 The Supreme Agreement
She ran headfirst into the Vatican's encirclement like a moth into a spider's web.
They crowned her with the triple crown symbolizing the Pope.
From that day on, she was no longer free, and from that day on, she was always thinking about breaking free from this net.
And today, she failed.
From the beginning to the end, she was a chess piece, and was always in the calculations of others. She broke free from the net and found that the outside was just another bigger net.
The Church, the Empire, the nobility, the surname, the bloodline, one net after another trapped her tightly, and she could only make some self-righteous struggles.
And now, she has reached a dead end.
The influx of seawater stopped, and her sublimation ritual still had no movement, but the seawater that was poured into her body by the ritual began to surge.
Maybe she should give up, give up from the beginning. She knew that she could not escape from this net, and once the crown was on her head, she could never take it off.
How did she have the courage to start struggling at that time?
Yes, why did I struggle so hard at that time?
For that Count Hughes?
No, she really wanted to meet Count Hughes, but that was not the real reason.
At this moment, the pollution in her body was boiling like oil, and the enemies around her were pointing their guns at her, waiting for her to lose control. However, Beatrice calmed down.
Her short life flashed before her eyes. She was forced to learn various aristocratic etiquette since she was a child. When she grew up, she was sent to the church just because she was named Joan.
Later, he became the Pope and wore the crown.
Her life was arranged in various ways by others, and she never stopped struggling.
She inexplicably possessed what others had struggled their entire lives to obtain, and what she wanted.
Only freedom.
Her mind had never been so clear before, and her will became firm again. If she were a mortal, she might be able to use this will to contact the extraordinary, but now, she can only make one last choice.
Beatrice endured the pain all over her body, ignored the increasingly strong hallucinations, gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and staggered forward.
Since you have chosen to struggle, then struggle until death.
The man frowned as he watched Beatrice moving step by step towards the gap in the pipe.
"Michelle, we..."
"Stop her."
The man waved his hand, and the [Investigators] walked towards Beatrice with guns drawn.
But at this moment, a buzzing sound was heard again under their feet.
Bang!
The huge crash sounded again, this time louder than the previous two times.
"What the hell is that sound? I've heard it several times tonight. Is it the Mechanical Temple?" Michelle felt something was amiss. "Impossible! The Mechanical Temple has always been under surveillance. They have no further preparations."
"Forget it, we have so many investigators here."
The man glanced around and felt somewhat relieved by his companions.
Here are almost all the [Investigators] of the Candlelight Society, dozens of them, enough to overthrow a country, but the Pope in front of him is just a spent force.
The [Investigators] controlled the cannon to slowly stop, the rift in reality gradually began to heal, the backflow of seawater stopped, and they immediately surrounded Beatrice.
Bang!
The violent tremor struck again, and the whole church seemed to be shaken. A lot of debris fell from the ceiling. The [Investigator] relied on his extraordinary physique to barely stabilize his body and did not fall.
This time the buzzing sound was so close that they finally found the direction the sound came from - right under their feet!
“There’s something down there!!!”
boom!
Just as they reacted, a huge hole suddenly appeared in the floor, and a huge steel structure burst out! !
"Brother Frey, is this the world above ground? It's really beautiful!"
"Well, this is on the ground, yes, but I always feel like I've come to someplace extraordinary." Frey stood on the huge steel giant and squinted his eyes at the investigators below.
"Brother Frey, these machines on the wall are amazing! They're truly worthy of being Earthlings. Even if Xiaobu were to build these, it would take them some time. Uh, why are they all dead?"
Xiaobu, sitting in the cab, looked at the corpse on the ground.
She didn't recognize the Mechanical Temple, but looking at the mechanical limbs and the investigators holding muskets beside them.
"Brother Frey, are these the bad guys?"
Frey scratched his head. To be honest, he didn't quite understand the situation. But after coming to the Rhine, he did learn one thing:
Just beat up those members of the Candlelight Society, that’s for sure!
"Never mind, let's beat them up first and talk about it later! The beacon Lady Gaia gave me is nearby, so we must have been fighting with them!"
"Okay!"
Xiaobu grabbed the joystick converted from the crowbar and pulled it down to the bottom!
Inside the body of the "big guy", the dilapidated steam engine spewed out green smoke and let out a sharp roar, and the whole machine rushed towards the crowd!
"Who are you? The remnants of the Mechanical Temple? It turns out you have been preparing for rebellion for a long time!" Michelle sneered, and with a few [Investigators], he flashed and came to the vicinity of the cab.
"Heh, the war machines of the Mechanical Temple are indeed powerful, but they are still operated by humans. As long as you, the operators, are killed, no matter how huge the machines are, they will be useless."
As they spoke, several investigators rushed straight towards Xiaobu in the cockpit.
"Not good!" Frey was shocked. He had never had much contact with extraordinary people, but these extraordinary people discovered the weaknesses of these machines so quickly.
Two bowl-thick tubes were erected in Xiaobu's cockpit, and acidic liquid spurted out of them. The two [investigators] had to open the barrier and move aside, but Michelle had already rushed in front of Xiaobu.
He reached out to grab Xiaobu's chest. Frey wanted to stop him, but his body couldn't keep up with his mind.
when!
Michel's hand was grabbed by a mechanical arm. He looked up in surprise. When he saw what was blocking his way, his eyes widened instantly.
"The Sage of Gears?! Isn't it just for teaching?"
The robot in front of him looked down at him, its mechanical arm tightly clamped around Michelle's wrist. It was none other than the Gear Sage who lectured day and night in the Gear Sanctuary.
At this moment, it no longer had the gentle tone it had in the classroom. The indicator light on its chest lit up a dangerous red, the gears on its face turned, and the camera in its eye socket locked onto the man.
"The highest agreement, protect humanity." It turned its head and looked at Xiaobu. "Madam, do you need me to eliminate these alien races that threaten you?"
(End of this chapter)
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