"That's great..."

　　 Viscount Rudous backed away as he spoke, and then suddenly froze, because he saw the man in front of him taking out the pistol unhurriedly:

　　 "But I'm sorry, you can't survive."

　　 Viscount’s handkerchief slipped, and the small women’s pistol hidden in the handkerchief by the Viscount was raised. This kind of gun is disposable, expensive to build but extremely poor in practicality, not only has a low range, but also has very poor power.

　　 But now Viscount Rudos and the man are very close. If they can hit, although they may not be able to kill people, they can at least buy precious escape time for the Viscount.

In the expectation of Jenkins and the old elves who were invisible by the wall, Viscount Rudous took the lead to shoot. The bullet hit the man’s left chest, but only some sparks sputtered, and the shriveled warhead fell on the ground. To the floor. The bullet jumped a few times before swirling on the ground, and finally stopped when it hit the display cabinet with the knife.

　　 "Look, I knew it would be like this."

　　 The man said, smiling at the Viscount who was shaking in front of him. The man put away his gun, then smashed the glass of the display cabinet next to him with his fist, and took out the knife:

　　 "Play a game, you turn around and run now, if you are still alive when you return to the second floor, I will let you go."

　　 While talking, pinched the blade of the knife with her fingers, and shook the handle of the knife into the sky:

　　 "I count to three...one"

　　 Viscount Rudous seemed to bounce off the floor. He didn't turn around and ran to the stairs, but grabbed the antique shield by the wall and put his back behind him. It was a small round shield that could not block the Viscount's whole body, but at least it could block his upper body when he bent over and ran.

　　 "Two."

　　Although the area on the third floor is large, the two were not far from the stairs just now, and the man deliberately slowed down when he counted. When the second was read, Viscount Rudos had already reached the top of the stairs.

"three!"

The knife turned into a silver light and flew out of the man's hand. At that moment, the Viscount whose back was facing him stared blankly. He felt it and understood that even if he had a shield, the knife would penetrate the defense in the next second. Pass through his body, then nailed to the opposite wall.

　　 He held his breath and waited for death in surprise, but he didn't expect that moment to come. He turned around with all his courage to support himself, and then saw a young man with his back facing him, holding a knife with two fingers.

　　 The benefactor from the Gear Craftsmen's Association, his face is already covered with haze.

"I always think......"

　　 As soon as Jenkins spoke, the benefactor standing opposite him took out a notebook from his decisive pocket. He moved so quickly that when Jenkins flew out the knife in his hand and tried to puncture the notebook, the notebook was already burning.

　　 That notebook is not an antique, it is an ordinary bargain that can be bought everywhere. But as it burned violently, a thick mist with a foul smell of engine oil quickly spread to the room. All of them coughed for a while, including the gift of the Gear Artisan Society, no one could bear the smell.

　　 When the black fog gradually dissipated, the exhibition hall on the third floor had changed. The originally sultry room became even more humid and hot, the cracks in the floor spewed hot steam upward, and the hot red chains blocked the walls on all sides. The red light filled the entire room, making it look like a lava **** in a volcanic crater. The oxygen in the air became thinner. The only ordinary person present, Viscount Rudous, felt like he could not breathe a step faster than Jenkins’s cat.

　　 The display cabinet did not change in any way, but Jenkins found that his hands and feet were locked by four hot red chains. The temperature of the chains was just right to prevent the skin from blistering, and the other end of the chains was the lock on the floor under his feet.

　　 Not only him, Jenkins could see Viscount Rudous, the old elves hidden by the wall, and the gift of the Artisan Society, all locked in chains through the steam spray everywhere. Only the cat hidden in Jenkins's pocket is not treated like this. Chocolate even hates collars and bells. If it is locked by a chain, it will definitely be mad.

　　 "Believers of lies!"

　　 The middle-aged man with a haze on his face shouted at Jenkins:

　　 "Sure enough, it appeared! We expected this. This time you can't stop our plan again."

　　 After leaving Luen, Jenkins always met the benefactors of the Gear Artisan Society in various strange places. Not long ago, in the tavern, he also subdued one with his senior sister, Ms. Stewell. They undoubtedly wanted to repair the underground differential engine, but unfortunately they were always bumped into by Jenkins.

　　 This is probably the so-called fate, which proves that the underground differential engine is absolutely related to the disaster at the end of the era or the beast of disaster. It is the fate of the savior that attracted Jenkins and the gear craftsman to meet.

　　 Jenkins did not refute his identity, but tried to pull the chain. He is now a seventh-level gifter, the pinnacle of mortals before the demigod. Even if there is no corresponding ability, it is easy to receive a bullet or break the wall with your bare hands, but at this moment, using the power of the Titan, he can't pull the chains that confine his hands and feet at all.

PS: If there are no accidents, the author insists until the end of the book, every morning this chapter is 3K, I hope everyone will not fatten up at the end, so that the results will be better before the end of this story... Don’t expect It is impossible to order all over ten thousand. Just keep the current score of more than seven thousand averages.

Chapter 1676 The first thousand six hundred and forty-nine

　　 "Unbreakable, the rules of space here have changed."

　　 Seeing that Jenkins still wants to try, the knowledgeable old elf reminded. Now the entire space is filled with hot air, and the oxygen content in the air has dropped sharply. After the ordinary Viscount Rudous, the aging elves also felt a little discomfort.

　　 "Yes, yes, we have long expected that believers of lies will appear, so we used the power bestowed by the great things underground to create that strange notebook with ancient knowledge."

　　 The man of the Gear Craftsman Association has a fanatical expression on his face:

　　 "Look, look, machinery and gears are the direction in which humans should evolve. In this world, only machinery is eternal."

　　 "But you also locked yourself up."

　　 This is what Viscount Rudos said. The moment just now seemed to make him see through life and death, even if such an incredible thing happened now, he still did not collapse. The Viscount was standing at the top of the stairs. Although his voice was trembling and there was extreme fear in his heart, at least he was still sensible.

　　 "This is the rule, the rule that the great thing gives us to detach from the mortal. The situation now is very simple..."

　　 The man from the Gear Craftsmen's Association said softly, his voice almost drowned in the sound of steam. His face was flushed, and he didn't know if it was because of the heat and humidity, or because of the excitement in his heart:

　　 "Only people who really understand machinery can leave here, otherwise no one can break away from this chain."

　　 As he said, he waved his hand sharply, and the chain of his right hand broke like a paper. He looked at Jenkins, and then took a step towards Jenkins, the chain on his foot also broke:

　　 "Believers of lies, you shouldn't always hinder our actions. This time, even if you grow wings, you can't escape."

　　 Jenkins snorted coldly, and when someone threatened Jenkins, the cat hiding in his chest also came out, standing on his shoulders and meowing at the man.

　　 But the cultists of the Gear Artisan Society don’t care about these at all. This middle-aged man is quite cautious:

　　 "Do you think I would approach you easily? No, I have heard too much of your stories."

　　 said, walking quickly away from Jenkins, then bent down and shuttled through the steam from the cracks in the ground, looking for something in those display cases.

　　 "Viscount Rudos, can you tell me what he is looking for?"

　　 Jenkins suddenly asked the Viscount behind him. Viscount Rudous hesitated. Seeing that the man he had brought to the third floor ignored the conversation, he explained:

"He wanted to pick one from my collection. As a price, they promised to treat my son... He accidentally fell on a horse while riding a horse last year, was trampled on his legs, and later amputated... ..."

　　 "Which collection does he want?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "The batch I'borrowed' from Carfax Field."

　　 Hearing these words, the cultist turned and looked at the two of them. Viscount Rudos shrank his head abruptly, and his stooping motion made the chains rattle.

　　 "Believers of lies, you came one step earlier than us, did you find something?"

　　 "You can see if there are any missing items here. If there are, I just found something."

　　 Jenkins said, then quietly glanced at the old elf on the wall. The latter has a very low sense of existence. Although the cultists have discovered him, they don't seem to be interested in him.

　　 "What you said makes sense."

　　 The man from the Gear Craftsman's Association nodded, and then took a quick step to check if there were any missing items in all the showcases in the room. Only in the end he found that all the objects were where they were supposed to be, and he even reached out and touched every object to make sure that they were real, not illusions.

　　 "This is terrible, just tell me there is an important key to open the seal..."

　　 The man groaned. Although the sound was completely covered by the steam leak, Jenkins could also hear it vaguely.

　　 After pacing on the spot for a few seconds, the gifter of the Artisan Society walked to the wall and picked up the sword on the weapon rack, and began to slash at each display stand. After all, the numbered items are mostly indestructible.

　　 Jenkins heard the groan of Viscount Rudous behind him, and saw the black iron key drawn by himself in the display cabinet fell to the ground. These antiques handed down from a long time ago have been completely destroyed by the cultists after all. If we estimate the loss of Viscount Rudous, his property loss is about 7000 pounds.

　　 "How could it not be possible."

　　 After destroying everything, the man of the Artisan Society dropped the nicked sword in his hand and looked at Jenkins with a fierce look:

"It's you?"

　　 "I'll tell you when you come to me."

　　 Jenkins felt sweat run down his side face, but he was still able to laugh.

　　 "Although this chain can make the locked person temporarily unable to use abilities, I will never be fooled by you."

　　 The cultist said, but Jenkins didn't feel that he was unable to use his abilities.

　　 "What do you think this is?"

　　 Seeing that the other party refused to come over, Jenkins said softly, and then a miner's lamp emitting blue light appeared out of thin air in his hand. The miner's lamp is entirely made up of metal parts such as gears, bolts, bearings, etc., which makes it look extraordinarily simple, but it is so rich in order. Each part is skewed, but it is fitted with adjacent parts in the most reasonable way.

　　 Such hastily pieced together, finally formed a miner's lamp with perfect structure and shape, which is definitely a gem of machinery.

　　 Looking at the miner's lamp in Jenkins's hand, the middle-aged man's eyes became blurred. He knew that he shouldn't stare at the belongings of lie believers, but all his mind was saying that this is the way forward for mechanical evolution.

　　 That is so magnificent, so perfect, the beauty of the mechanical structure and the chaotic order together constitute this miner's lamp. The lamp seemed to be absorbing his soul, so that he could no longer look away. As he watched, all kinds of crazy thoughts and strange thoughts appeared in his mind.

　　 That is the sentiment that the gifter can't ask for, and it is the harvest of seeing the truth of the world.

　　 He yearns for it, he awes it, he lusts for it, he even fears it.

　　 "How could there be such a perfect in this world..."

What 　　 says in his mouth is not controlled by thoughts at all. I was suddenly frightened by the obsession at this moment, but I couldn't control my body and stretched out his hand to move towards the believer who lies.

　　 "This is a gem."

　　 His chapped lips uttered a phrase, and the words revealed the ultimate madness.

　　 "This is a miracle."

　　 After waking up for a short time, he fell into the deepest abyss. Consciousness is completely sinking, and there is only that lamp in his eyes and in his heart. Can't think, can't understand, can't explain, let alone can't understand.

　　 The miner's lamp seemed to completely occupy his heart, occupying all of his. The mechanical structure of the whole body trembled at this moment, and the few flesh and blood left trembled because of fear under the guidance of crazy thoughts.

　　PS: It’s really hot...

Chapter 1677 Chapter 1650 The "Bad Talk" of the Elves

A cultist with only 20% flesh and blood left in his body slowly approached Jenkins. In the hot steam, he stretched out his large, rough hand covered with calluses without fear, and closed his hands as if he wanted to Hugging that miner's lamp.

　　 At this time, the fist wrapped in flame passed through his chest, pinching the semi-mechanized heart. The touch is very strange. On the one hand, it has the unique moist and slippery feeling of flesh and blood, on the other hand, it has the unevenness of gears and the toughness of metal.

"you......"

　　 When death is approaching, consciousness suddenly becomes clear. He was surprised to see that the chain in Jenkins's hand was broken, and he also saw the killing intent on the opponent's face under the blue light of the miner's lamp.

　　 "So, just having mechanical ability can get out of trouble, I thought it was so complicated."

　　 Jenkins said, and then took the heart out and pulled out his hand. The heavy corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and the sound of touching the floor was the sound of metal hitting the ground. But after all, 80% of his body is mechanical structure, even if he was taken out of the heart, he did not die immediately.

　　 is conscious, but still fascinated by the miner's lamp. The great horror of death and the momentary comprehension of seeing the miner’s lamp just now made him seem to understand the principles of machinery at the last moment:

　　 "This is the ultimate!"

　　 He pointed to Jenkins and said, his voice was weakening, but his face was flushed with excitement:

　　 "We will never lose! Even if we lose, you, the believer of lies, are still the inheritors of this wonderful gear road..."

　　 didn't care about the other party's performance before death and confirmed that the cultist was really dead. Jenkins took the miner's lamp and broke the chain between the old elf and Viscount Rudos in turn. But this strange space still exists, and the temperature in the room is getting hotter and hotter, the only ordinary person here, Viscount Rudos, can hardly breathe.

　　 "Since they want to use this to break the seal, it should be effective now..."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, took the black iron key that he had just hidden from his spirit, put the key on the floor, and turned it clockwise for a half turn.

　　 Click~

　　 The three people heard the auditory hallucinations at the same time, and then the steam jets spouting from the floor suddenly disappeared. The three of them were stunned at the same time, and then ran to the nearest windows to open them. The warm night breeze immediately blew into the third floor, and all three of them exhaled in front of the window.

　　 Even if the outside wind is hot, it is at least cooler than indoors. The discomfort of the lungs and the pain of the skin gradually disappeared with the blowing of the night wind. Jenkins even felt that even the unpleasant burnt smell in the air became a little cute.

　　 He slowed down for a while, and then carefully confirmed that the cat on his shoulder was not dizzy. Then he turned to look at Viscount Rudos, who immediately realized that although one of the most ferocious had died, the remaining two people who broke into his home didn't seem to be good people either.

　　 "Do you have a carriage at home?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"Ok?"

　　 Viscount Rudous didn't react to the meaning of this question for a while. Soon after sitting in a carriage and driving the corpse into the nearest church of death, he finally realized that the other party did not want to kill himself.

　　 Watching the trembling Viscount Rudos and the corpse enter the church, Jenkins and the old elf returned to the apartment rented by the elf in the city center. Although there were some accidents, overall the action tonight was relatively smooth.

　　 But when the elf returned home, he immediately got himself a big bottle of gin and was shocked. Jenkins thought that the elf did not drink.

　　 "This is another human being's stereotyped prejudice against different races."

　　 The old elf said disdainfully, his complexion obviously improved when he put down the wine glass.

"The action went smoothly. I didn't expect that we would be able to solve the problem in an hour and a half. Look, it's not twelve o'clock yet. It's so smooth, and this key can probably break the barrier, domain, Seals and even locks, I have to go back and study this."

　　 Jenkins is very relaxed sitting in the armchair next to the sofa, with chocolate on his lap.

　　 "Do you call this smooth? Well, whatever you say."

　　 The old elf looked a little tired, put down his wine glass and leaned back on the sofa: