My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2393 - 798: Mechanical Soul Rejoices?

But the connections are still there.

The Calculating Pearls and Generation Three and a Half Core Beads you’re using now were all obtained through their connections. Don’t underestimate the Church of the Machine Spirit. Even though they aren’t officially recognized by the Steam Lord, they have significant influence in Charldo Harbor and the Ligurian Peninsula.

Besides, my junior Minkus is also suspected to be an important member of the Church of the Machine Spirit.

Of course, like me, he uses an alias.

After all, we are students of Professor Old Bach. We are devoted materialists, and our engagement with the Church of the Machine Spirit is merely to understand their technological route. To truly join them... uh, we can’t afford to lose face like that...

This practice of turning technology into mysticism and knowledge into faith is seen as quite absurd by us orthodox mechanics."

"Then could you help me make the introductions and invite a group of members from the Church of the Machine Spirit to Transylvania to join the grand feast?"

Murphy made his request.

He said:

"My Foreign Warriors would absolutely love their ideologies and might even voluntarily help them expand their faith, maybe even tweak their doctrines a bit. As it stands, their beliefs are still too conservative; they should be a bit more fanatical.

At the very least, they need to shout out that classic line - ’The flesh is weak; the mechanism ascends.’

"Hey, don’t mess around, Murphy!"

Old Flywheel flared up upon hearing this, screaming:

"I don’t know what’s going on with the foreigners, but we have subspace here! The Steam Lords have been suppressing the activities of the Church of the Machine Spirit because they’re afraid that spreading faith everywhere will create terrifying waves in subspace...

If some ill-fated God of Mechanism really does come into existence, the tech development of our world, already warped by Burning Gold, would be doomed.

Faith and mechanics...

Those are two entirely different domains! Don’t...

Hmm?

What’s that noise?"

Old Flywheel and Murphy both turned to look at the workshop behind them, where very peculiar noises were emanating, as if some kind of heavy machinery was slowly being activated. The explosive rumbling of the steam boiler and the vibrations from the collisions of mechanical structures changed Old Flywheel’s expression dramatically.

Cursing, he tossed down his pipe and rushed into the workshop, with Murphy close behind.

But in the next second, as the big and small men rushed into the workshop, both were stunned in place.

In front of them, "Dragon Cavalry One", which Old Flywheel had already deemed "a useless piece of junk that couldn’t be started", was slowly detaching itself from the suspension frame in an indescribable sluggish manner.

Blinding electric currents covered its internal framework. Every motion caused capacitors on its mechanical body to explode in glaring sparks, and the wet piece "brain" that couldn’t connect with the mechanical control Core Bead no matter how hard it was tried was now emitting subtle lights.

In the continual winding of the four coil electrodes, the massive Dragon Cavalry One seemed genuinely endowed with some indescribable "vitality".

It consistently moved its mechanical structure, striving to resist the mechanical locks restraining it, looking like a warrior shaking off a hangover and striving to adapt to a new body to break free from chains.

With a loud clang amidst the flying sparks, the thing tore through six mechanical locks to free itself. It landed on the ground, its six mechanical legs moving like a spider’s. Each action discarded some parts from its structure, wobbling around like a mechanical frame about to fall apart, or a drunken big Northern fellow, adjusting its gait and stance shakily.

But "it" adapted quickly.

Under the stunned gaze of Old Flywheel and Murphy, it took mere seconds for this big fellow to learn how to stabilize its body with six mechanical legs and move forward.

"You! What did you two do to my failed design?"

Old Flywheel roared at the equally terrified Little Sheron and Little Ruyi. The two Little Potatoes let out embarrassed and bewildered laughs, clearly not knowing what strange operation they did that directly brought Dragon Cavalry One to life.

But Murphy, squinting at the activated "Dragon Cavalry", thought deeply.

Old Flywheel had already clearly affirmed that this design was a failure. Old Flywheel’s level in engineering isn’t the best on this continent, but it’s undoubtedly in the top five.

If he says it won’t work, it truly doesn’t!

At least within the existing technological theory on the continent, this concept is unachievable, yet this Dragon Cavalry right before them had broken that theory and come to life.

This certainly isn’t a showcase of steam engineering; this matter has surpassed normal logic and entered the realm of "mysticism," prompting Murphy to, in the next instant, grab Little Sheron’s arm, who was running out with Ruyi. He pulled her outside and asked:

"Was it ’Eden’ that did this?"

"I don’t know, Sir Murphy."

Ellen shouted:

"Maybe it was, it followed me to Transylvania... Oh my God, I had no idea what I did just now, this big robot just came to life on its own, it feels like a soul is trapped inside. This is so cool... uh, no!

What I mean is this is truly evil!"