I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Ling Pingan pulled down the shutter and locked the drawer of the cashier desk.

Then, he put a towel in the corner of the door like he always did.

Bastet the kitten jumped down from the counter and lay on the towel.

"Good night!" Ling Pingan said softly, placing a small plate of cat food in front of it.

Then he picked up his phone, strapped his watch to his wrist, and walked up the stairs as he hummed a little tune.

Tap, tap, tap!

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The kitten lying on the towel sniffed at the cat food in front of it.

It then carefully opened his mouth and put each grain into its mouth.

Above its head, a huge eye quietly opened.

This eye scanned the entire bookstore.

Under the pressure, the entire bookstore was extremely quiet.

Even the air seemed to have stilled.

…

He changed out of his slippers and took a shower.

Ling Pingan put on his pajamas and collapsed on the sofa.

Bored, he yawned with his phone in his grip.

And then opened the canyon.

He was, of course, still sealed.

"What a terrible game!" He cursed and closed the game.

He clicked on Nightmare Legend again and received a notification: Dear Player, the server is under maintenance.

"F*ck!" The young bookstore owner felt that he was being targeted.

"Could it be? That the heavens want me to write a novel?" He thought.

He thought, since it was still early, he might as well open the writing app on his phone and start thinking about what he should write for his new book.

A historical novel?

Something about city life?

Xianxia?

Just having to choose a topic alone was enough to make him want to rip the hair off his scalps.

"Ugh…" He sighed. "It's not easy to code, so I should cherish it…"

…

Jumping down from an abandoned building, Han Li landed steadily on the ground.

The Spirit Blade in his hand drew a circle around him.

"You can't escape!" She said.

There was an illusory shadow trapped in the circle she drew.

The shadow looked at Han Li and knew that it could not escape.

So it bared its fangs and flexed its claws, spitting out a ball of cold and evil breath.

Unfortunately, Han Li only waved her spirit blade.

The powerful and sharp spirit blade in her hand easily dissolved this ball of breath.

Then she slipped.

Her blade nailed the shadow that was about to escape into the ground into the cement ground.

Ah!

The shadow let out a shrill and terrifying howl.

The surrounding cement blocks all disintegrated because of this.

Unfortunately…

Its struggle was destined to be in vain!

The Spirit Blade in Han Li's hand burst with resplendent spiritual power, completely killing it.

Crack!

A small white crystal fell to the ground.

Han Li squatted and picked it up. "It's the twenty-fifth one!" She said, "but I still don't know where to look for the Lich's brain nucleus and the Balrog Marrow!"

She had searched all the ghost nests and evil spirits' territories in Donglin City.

The Lich and Balrog were still missing.

The only good news was that Han Li knew their characteristics.

The Investigation Report of the Lower Abyss gave her detailed information and hints.

As long as the two kinds of ghosts appeared, she could immediately track them down.

"Major Han Li!" At this moment, the communication device on her body rang, "Major Han Li!"

"Speak!" Han Li put away the soul crystal in her hand.

"I just received a notice from Linhai City…" The person said through the communication device, "I found the traces of the Lich that you mentioned to manipulate corpses and evil spirits!"

Han Li's eyes immediately lit up. "I'm going to Linhai City immediately!"

"Please help me inform the local Safety Committee of Linhai City!"

"Do you need a transport?" The person asked.

"No." Han Li raised her head and looked at the sunlight in the sky. Her voluptuous body reflected a seductive shadow on the ground. "I'll walk there!"

"By the way…" she smiled. This young girl's naivety had the unique charm of a mature woman. "I'll clean up everything near the road!"

With all the hard work she had put in, Donglin City had changed from a light red color that represented danger to a green color that represented safety in the records of the United Nations' National Security Organization.

There were no more ghost communities in the entire Donglin City.

As for the evil spirit…

The one she had just killed was probably the last evil spirit in Donglin City.

Therefore, the area of the Safety Zone in Donglin City had increased threefold in just a few days.

The city, the city that had given birth to her and raised her, was finally seeing a day of revival.

…

Elizabeth finally opened her eyes.

The steel and machinery that wrapped her body automatically split.

And as the steel and machinery separated…

A dense crowd surged forward in front of her.

People looked up at her.

Steel covered Elizabeth's body, and the will of machinery surged out of her.

Steel lotuses blossomed under her feet.

Elizabeth also looked down at them.

These ragged people, these poor people, these helpless people.

They were the refugees nearby.

The so-called refugees were the people who had been displaced after their fortress had been destroyed by the Evil Gods' minions.

They were the most pitiful and pathetic group.

Because it was not by their own power that they could live.

They were only alive because the children of those evil gods had deliberately kept them.

Just like the livestock that humans once reared.

And the humans in the Doomsday Fortress were like cattle and sheep reared by the power of human industry before the Void Storm.

They were raised on a large scale and slaughtered all at once.

But…

Elizabeth stood up.

She opened her palm, and the green grass appeared in her hand.

"What I serve is…" she looked at everyone in front of her. "The Great Spirit of all machines, the immortal among machines!"

"He is our savior!"

"And the only truth!"

"He creates and destroys everything!"

"He is a tank, and so is the bodhisattva of Nanwu Gatlin!"

"He is the Holy Father, the Holy Mother, and the Holy Son!"

"Are you willing to follow me and serve this great lord, the ultimate truth of the universe?"

Everyone lowered their heads and worshipped the Mechanical Saint.

"Yes! Yes!" People said in unison.

"Very good!" Elizabeth stretched out her hand and held a multi-barrel cannon made of steel.

She raised high this mechanical miracle and pulled the trigger continuously.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets exploded in the air.

This was the mechanical worship, the blessing of steel!

And so Elizabeth led the crowd and faced the sacred mechanical altar, the steel cathedral, and began the first mass.

She held the Mechanical Gospel in her hand.

She began to recite the gospel devoutly and powerfully, "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine…"

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine…" The people kneeled down devoutly and offered their faith to the miracle-like temple.

"Ring the bell twice, ignite the engine, ignite the turbine, inject life…" Elizabeth led the chant solemnly and solemnly.

"Ring the bell twice, ignite the engine, ignite the turbine, inject life…" The crowd worshipped once again.

As they worshipped, magical changes appeared on their bodies.

Many of their broken limbs suddenly began to regenerate.

Steel reforged their flesh and blood.

The machine gave them a brand new vitality.

And the bodies of those skinny children also gradually plumped.

The nano-cells in their bodies, which had already failed due to malnutrition and lack of lubrication, were regenerating one by one.

Even those who had been injured by the claws of the evil god, and whose bodies and bodies had many scars and imprints that could not be removed, were surprised to find that their bodies were being repaired.

Steel had reconstructed them and saved them.

Thus, the people no longer had any doubts.

Everyone worshipped the Great Steel Altar and the Holy Mechanical Holy Church devoutly and fervently.

"Ring the great bell three times!"

"Praise the machine! Praise the steel!"

"O Great Spirit of all machines, you are the Lord of all things, and also the apocalypse that destroys everything!"

"Abundance is praised, greatness is beauty!"

"Evaporate! Burn! Forge!"

"Steel is eternal, machinery is eternal!"

"Amen!"

…

Lying on the sofa, Ling Ping had fallen asleep.

In his daze, he seemed to hear the faint roar of an engine.

"Ugh…" he turned over and buried his head in a pillow. "Racing in the middle of the night, How rude…"

In the past, there were many young people in Jiangcheng City who raced down deserted road on their motorcycles in the middle of the night, causing many accidents.

In his mind, this young man was probably from another family. He had nothing better to do and was playing with the lives of others and himself.

However, this had nothing to do with him.

He just wanted to sleep now.

Therefore, he just turned over and continued to sleep.