I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Klein had no choice, Nor did he dare to make a choice.

Instead, she could only bow her head and worship, “Great God… If you are willing to give me a chance… then… I am willing to sacrifice everything to serve you!”

She knew that the god in front of her might not be a good person.

Perhaps there was a terrifying conspiracy.

But..

Eldar race had no choice.

The race had been looking for a way out.

For even the slightest chance, they would try at all costs.

The dark spirit race was immersed in their own fury in the City of Comoros.

They relied on killing and sensory stimulation to avoid the scoundrel.

In fact, they relied on the blood god’s strength to resist Lust.

It was equivalent to taking a lethal poison when they knew they were going to die.

Lust knew it was difficult and retreated, but it also attracted the gaze horror.

The elves of the Ark World chose to train themselves, so they established all kinds of commandments and put their entire selves into one path after another.

Through arduous and long-term training, they destroyed their other emotions.

But this was actually just treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

It only delayed his own degeneration.

He still could not escape the pursuit of lust.

It was the clowns who ridiculed everything.

They weaved a stage in the subspace that was enough to deceive lust.

They also relied on the Nets left behind by the ancient sages to appear and disappear mysteriously.

But wasn’t this also suicidal in another sense?

Wasn’t the act of ridiculing others also a breeding ground for new evil gods?

Just like how the spirit race in the past nurtured outstanding sinners in their extreme depravity and enjoyment.

However, this was the fate of the spirit race.

It was also the brutal truth of the entire universe!

All things were sorrowful while all races suffered.

All sentient beings were destined to suffer their entire lives the moment they were born.

The evil God of Chaos, the green-skinned beings, the invasion of the great devourer…

There was always a painful way to die.

It was to be born in a safe place.

The blades and whips of their own kind were no worse than the Army of Chaos, the green-skinned beasts, and the great devourer.

Even if they were lucky enough to escape all the disasters.

They wanted to be born in a rich, peaceful, and remote galaxy with no danger.

However, there was no guarantee that one day, a desolate, uninhabited planet in his own solar system would suddenly awaken.

That was the tomb of a noble of the space undead tens of millions of years ago.

Now, it had awakened…

In short, this universe was full of despair.

All races, as long as they still had physical bodies and desires, were desperate and painful…

A quiet death was the greatest happiness in the Milky Way.

It was even more so for the spirit race.

Therefore, Klein very straightforwardly expressed his attitude.

As long as she could help the spirit race deal with the threat of the lecherous sin.

It was okay for her to submit to the evil god.

Even if she became the evil God’s minions, what did it matter?

…

Ling Ping’an examined the little guy in front of him.

He was a bit surprised, but also a bit amazed, which might be due to the ‘game’.

He was a bit more indulgent than in reality, and also a bit more wanton.

He was full of wicked interests.

Perhaps it he understood that no matter what he did in this universe, it wouldn’t affect the world that raised him.

Therefore, he smiled and flicked out a bit of spiritual light.

That spiritual light landed on the little guy’s forehead in front of him.

Ling Ping’an said, “Go!”

“Once this mission is completed, opportunities will appear!”

As he spoke, his figure quietly disappeared in the starry sky.

…

Klein looked at that bit of light as it landed on his forehead.

Then, she understood everything.

In her mind, there was a clockwork mechanical watch.

The clock had started to operate, meaning that time was passing.

If she could complete the task of the God before the clockwork finished,.

Then, this mechanical watch would guide her to find the strength to resist the sin of lust.

Otherwise, nothing could be mentioned.

This was also the meaning of the so-called opportunity.

If you caught it, you caught it.

If you didn’t catch it, then you missed it!

As she listened to the mechanical pointer, she understood that she didn’t have much time.

She had to hurry up!

But…

This mission was so challenging!

Her eyes widened abruptly.

In front of her eyes, a light screen that only she could see appeared.

One by one, the square texts that she didn’t recognize was bouncing.

There were whispers that were quietly explaining these words.

“Mission: Spread!”

“I have a story that I want to tell the entire universe, so I’ve chosen you! An outstanding troupe leader! Go, turn my story into a drama and spread it to as far away as possible!”

“Requirement: in a standard year of Tyrone, turn the story into a drama and spread it to as many Starfields as possible!”

“At least 300 million viewers need to watch and know about this story!”

“Hint: the more viewers you have, the more rewards you will receive in the end!”

Very soon, a story fell into her mind.

While Klein looked at this story, her pupils dilated abruptly.

…

In the Griffin World, the ocean had reappeared on the surface of the Earth.

A day ago, it even rained in the atmosphere.

This was the first rain since the religion of machines came to this planet.

This meant that the planet’s atmospheric circulation had reappeared.

And was in orbit.

In the huge star harbor, all the members of the religion of machines had their eyes focused here.

The archbishop, Amu Niya, stood on the mechanical platform.

He stared at the huge object that was slowly leaving the star port.

The soul of machines was the holy object forged with wisdom.

The cannon barrels of the multi-steam riveted steel battleship that were flashing with cold light were densely arranged on the surface of the battleship.

The curvature engine roared as it spewed out high-temperature plasma flames.

A huge six-barrel Gatling cannon was installed on the bow.

The pitch-black muzzle was raised high.

The machine servants were sprawled on the cannon barrel as they carried out their final inspection.

Finally, this giant warship that was over 20 kilometers long slid down from the Star Harbor’s orbit.

The black hull was bathed in the radiance of the stars.

The will of steel was cheering.

It was cheering for machinery and steel.

The mechanical soul was incomparably happy as it let out an excited whistle that made all the members of the machinery religion tremble in joy.

Amu Niya was extremely happy. He immediately led everyone to kneel on the ground and worship the creation of steel and machinery while chanting a prayer.

“Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine…”

“Ring the bell twice, ignite the turbine, ignite the engine, inject life…”

“Ring the bell three times…”

“Praise in unison!”

“The soul of machines!”

As they prayed, they begged the soul of machines to show them the holy signs.

Hard work paid off!

As they praised and chanted in unison, on the great battleship, lotus flowers bloomed quietly!

Amu Niya was extremely excited, and he praised even louder.

Even those stupid mechanical servants also sang along.

“Knock… Knock… Knock!”

They knocked on the steel pipe.

“Knock… Knock… Knock!”

The pious mechanical priests knocked on the steel floor.

Even on the ground, in the world of the Earth’s core, the brain servants who had their eyes closed opened their electronic pupils.

The vocal cords that had been removed by surgery seemed to have grown back.

When they opened their mouths, their shriveled lips emitted a strange sound.

It was like the clamor of a madman, or the neigh of a wild beast in a nightmare.

But in the end, these sounds turned into holy chants, after which steel smallpox fell one after another.

The high-pitched chants connected together.

They did not need anyone to teach them, for they already knew how to praise their savior and praise their absolution.

Great Mercy, Great Compassion, Gatling Bodhisattva!

In the Sanskrit, even in the casting world, there was a sacred six-tube Gatling slowly rotating.

On the orbit, countless mechanical priests and soldiers of the mechanical army saw the deep space of the universe.

A sacred kingdom was opening its doors to them.

At the originally empty place, countless gears were tightly interlocked.

The entire universe seemed to have turned into a mechanical universe.

Steel, engines, turbines…

Those were the entire universe!

Those gears slowly opened up, and a corner of the mechanical paradise appeared in their eyes.

In the sky, there were countless cannons floating.

One after another, densely packed, they could not see the end.

The earth under their feet was made of steel.

The huge mechanical guards walked among them.

The huge body of the Buddha of steam and steel was faintly discernible in the distance.

While he was still sleeping, he was also waiting for the right moment to be come.

Then, he would descend to the mortal world and lead the people to abandon this fragile body.

They would embrace steel and the truth.

Flesh is weak, but steel is eternal!

And so, everyone was boiling.

The mechanical paradise really existed!

Now, even the people who had doubted it the most in the past were shouting fervently, “Flesh is weak, but steel is eternal!”

“The soul of machines!”

“The merciful and Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva!”

“Buddha, please come to me!”

“Please come to me!”

“Buddha, please be merciful and help us transcend this sea of flesh and blood and bring us to the other side of the machine to obtain the fruit of steel!”

In the midst of fervent prayers and chanting.

In the deep space of the universe, a bodhisattva clad in a steel kasaya and made of bronze with benevolent eyes and a holy mechanical object in his hand quietly appeared.

He looked at all the believers who worshipped him.

In his eyes, there was nothing but compassion.

“Amitabha!” The Bodhisattva said with compassion.

In the eyes of the bodhisattva, all living things were equal.

In the eyes of the bodhisattva, all living things were suffering.

Therefore, he looked at everyone indiscriminately.

Whether it was the mechanical bishop or the mechanical servant whose frontal lobe had been cut off.

All servants were equal in the eyes of the bodhisattva.

Because…

The Dao of steel was materialistic.

All kinds of things derived from flesh and blood were painful.

Thus, a drop of tear of steel quietly fell from the corner of the Bodhisattva’s eye.

For all living beings who suffered from flesh and blood, and for all living beings who had yet to find the truth of the Dao of steel and machinery.

The Bodhisattva shed tears.

Everyone’s heart was twisted.

Even the brain servants shed tears.

“Bodhisattva!”

“Bodhisattva!”

Everyone worshiped and cried.

Amu Niya even shouted, “Bodhisattva, please send me into the mechanical paradise, Steel Spirit Mountain!”

The others followed suit and pleaded, “Bodhisattva, please send us into the mechanical paradise, Steel Spirit Mountain!”

Bodhisattva, however, lowered his eyebrows. “Idiot!”

“Don’t you understand?”

The people raised their heads and looked at the benevolent bodhisattva.

The Benevolent and Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva who absolution the world and never stopped.

Then, they heard bodhisattva say, “The mechanical paradise can only be entered by people with merit…”

“The steel spirit mountain requires people with affinity to be able to enter it…”

“Therefore, even I am unable to enter the mechanical paradise, the spiritual mountain of Steel!”

“You must diligently cultivate Buddhism and comprehend the path of machinery. Only by obtaining the fruit of steel can you ascend to the mechanical paradise and have a place in the spiritual mountain of Steel!”

Hearing the Bodhisattva’s explanation, Amu Niya’s mind was enlightened and he immediately asked, “Bodhisattva, may I ask how can we obtain the fruit of steel?”

Bodhisattva sighed and said, “If one cultivates the fruit of steel alone, one must have great wisdom and perseverance in order to obtain it!”

“In the past, before I attained the Dao, I buried myself in the mechanical path and delved into the truth of steel for thousands of years…”

“I sank into a sea of flesh and blood, unable to see the light of day…”

“I suffered all kinds of hardships and experienced all kinds of difficulties…”

Amu Niya was shocked when he heard this.

But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that this was the correct path.

The fruit of steel, the great path of machinery, how could it be something that could be easily achieved?

Looking at Bodhisattva, he kowtowed and said, “Bodhisattva… I’m afraid that I don’t have your willpower and wisdom…”

“Most people probably don’t have such willpower and wisdom either…”

“If that’s the case…”

“Bodhisattva, aren’t you abandoning me to the Sea of suffering?”

“I hope Bodhisattva can be merciful…”

These words were something that he suddenly understood after meeting Gatling bodhisattva.

The barrel of the gun in Bodhisattva’s hand started to turn slowly.

He sighed, “Of course!”

“I, the Buddha, Am Merciful. Of course, I will not abandon all living beings!”

“Therefore, with great compassion and wisdom, for the suffering of all living beings, I will create a new path!”

“So that all living beings can obtain the fruit of steel!”

Amu Niya was pleasantly surprised.

All the members of the mechanical sect, even the mechanical creations that had just awakened due to the arrival of the Gatling Bodhisattva, pricked up their ears.

Then, they heard the bodhisattva say, “This path is the attainment of virtue…”

“The attainment of one person is one merit…”

“The accumulation of merit is virtuous!”

“If one accumulates enough merit…”

“Then one can ascend the mechanical mountain and obtain the Steel Dao fruit. This would allow one to become an arhat of steel and upgrade to a mechanical celestial dragon!”

As he spoke, Bodhisattva’s large bronze hand gently tapped.

A mechanical sutra fell into everyone’s mind.

It was the Mechanical Diamond Sutra!

It specialized in bestowing absolution to flesh and blood and spreading praise to the great way of steel.

It also recorded the deeds and wisdom of the merciful and Merciful Gatling Bodhisattva, the Buddha of steam and steel!

“Thank you, Bodhisattva!” Amu Niya was sincerely convinced.

“Thank you, Bodhisattva!” All the people there, including the servants, were grateful!