MC Bookstore Chapter 93 What does it mean that the mobile church is mine?
Chapter 93 What does it mean that the mobile church is mine?
Chapter 93 What does it mean that the mobile church is mine?
Sensing Nan'an's request to leave the dream, the light within the grass and trees became hazy, casting a soft glow on everyone's faces. Their urgent voices grew longer and longer before finally fading into silence.
Startled awake from her chair, Nan An gripped the armrest and slowly rose to her feet.
The worry was unnecessary; the chair had no intention of running away and simply rocked quietly.
"What did you experience?" Suiyue asked curiously.
"Based on my initial experience, calling it the 'Recall Chair' would be quite fitting," Nan'an said. "It allows you to immerse yourself in a memory, taking you back to a specific point in your life and reliving it."
Suiyue asked in confusion, "What was that scene at sea at the beginning? Was that also from your experience?"
Nan'an was also confused.
Based on the experience in the latter half, the function of the "Recall Chair" is as he described, but it has a rather undeniable flaw in its beginning.
I had never seen the magician's attire before, but the churning black mist in the distance was undoubtedly in line with the historical context of the Black Mist Era.
The battle took place at sea, where the magician froze the ocean and sailed out to repel the enemy.
It was worth the immense ritualistic magic, the thousands of high-level mages charging into the formation, the countless mid- and low-level mages supporting them from the coast—
What kind of gods or demons are we fighting against?
Of course, that's not the point.
Reflecting on it afterward, Nan'an felt like a wandering ghost?
He enters the scene as a third-person observer until he is bombarded by the metal coffin and falls into the deep sea, only then falling into his own memories.
Why would a chair designed for reminiscing play memory fragments that are completely different from the original owner of those memories?
Surely gods and demons can't also learn to attach little GG images and prevent viewers from accessing the original content without seeing the GG image, right?
That's how things are with gods and demons sometimes. The more you try to understand, the less you can understand. In the end, you can only give up trying to understand and choose to accept the strange state they present.
Don't try to understand, just feel and adapt.
Nan'an felt that this passage in the Ellu Code was full of the writer's helplessness.
This is not good; it carries a hint of pessimism.
If it were writing this, it might add a line.
"It's a god or demon now, so just obey it."
In short, preliminary observations are conclusive.
The Recollection Chair possesses basic wisdom and belongs to the category of active gods and demons.
Danger level: close to zero.
As the chair slowly and wobbled as it floated up, Nan'an recalled the bookworm from her memories.
It's clear that attempting to recreate it, even just outlining its contours, has had a significant impact, causing it to appear crooked and distorted, as if it were drunk.
They tried their best.
Even with insufficient computing power, they forced overclocking to ensure the image was realistic and clear. What dedication! They almost overworked themselves to the point of explosion.
"You should be able to understand our language," Nan'an tentatively asked, "Could you lead us to find the other dead gods and demons?"
As he spoke, he gestured to the large, boxy television set: "It's something like this big one."
The chair froze for two seconds, then slowly floated up, rising to a height two heads taller than a person, and drifted out of the church.
That gesture seemed to say, "Come with me."
The local indigenous people are very familiar with the church environment.
Not long after, Nan'an found the Graveyard of Gods and Demons in a spacious indoor garden.
Unidentifiable remains of gods and demons, fragments of spirit erosion, were scattered all over the ground, mixed together in a mess.
Broken carapaces, twisted metal, dried soft tissue, and strange materials whose names were unknown piled up in layers throughout the space.
The invasion of the weeping mist brought utter destruction to the church's ecosystem.
Although the Spirit Erosion lacks intelligence, the powerful entities it generates when attacking gods and demons with the Mist of Lamentation will crush them along with it, without even a chance to slow them down.
Judging from the layers of unknown materials, Nan'an roughly guessed that the weeping mist had driven this group of unlucky people, and finally encircled them here.
The hunting behavior of gods and demons seems to be no different from that of wild beasts and monsters in nature.
Nan'an at this moment is like a scavenging hyena, rummaging through the wreckage, trying to find materials that can be absorbed.
The chair got tired, so I decided to lie down for a while.
It floated to a perfectly intact stone bench in the corner of the indoor garden, landed slowly, and lay down.
That posture was exactly the same as a human resting on a bench.
She even adjusted her position to make herself more comfortable.
Nan'an was truly curious about how its intelligence had awakened.
Based on imitation of the behavior of the Fog Breakers?
Suiyue ate all the small nuts in her hand, and Nan'an finished picking up the body.
Acquired 3 unknown gods and demons as materials.
At this moment, the purification site has been connected to the giant Rubik's Cube.
The giant Rubik's Cube was completed first, purifying the remains of the television set.
Final result: A fragment of a god or demon with an eerie, bewitching color.
However, Nan'an didn't have a chance to appreciate the difference before the fragment was directly absorbed by the giant Rubik's Cube, which simultaneously produced a new small Rubik's Cube.
With the leather still being processed and four threads working simultaneously, this is the most productive episode of the giant Rubik's Cube.
If it weren't for the Mist of Sorrow, Nan'an wouldn't have known how capable it was.
Having acquired a new Rubik's Cube, Nan An kept rubbing his lips and pacing back and forth.
"If purified, will the vague wisdom inherent in the Recollection Chair still exist?"
Fly Fog is an idiot that prioritizes instinct above all else, relying on manual navigation to find its way; its information is not reliable.
Nan'an had no idea how the giant Rubik's Cube would transform the Recall Chair.
"Ugh, Mist of Sorrow, you're a beast! Why kill them all? You could at least leave me a test subject!"
Suiyue muttered to herself, "You just said not long ago that the Mist of Sorrow was doing a good job."
Nan'an pretended not to hear.
He turned around, his gaze falling once again on the chair, emphasizing that if something is useful, it should be used as much as possible.
"Are there any other similar remains of a nightmare we can collect?"
Considering the limitations of the description, Nan'an decided to add more keywords.
"It's also possible that they didn't die that way."
The chair slowly "stood up" and remained motionless for a long time before turning around and drifting into the depths of the indoor garden.
The chair carried them through the garden, around several corridors, and finally stopped in front of a towering spire.
This should be the tallest building in the entire mobile church.
The spire pierces the sky, its top hidden in the shadow of the church dome.
Without pausing, the chair floated straight toward a small door at the base of the tower.
The door was only about half a person's height, hidden behind several protruding stone carvings. If one did not look closely, an ordinary person would only mistake it for part of the wall at first glance, which was quite deceptive.
The door cannot be pushed open from this side.
"It's alright," Nan An rubbed his hands together, deciding to detonate the explosives.
The chair seemed to glow faintly, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
Behind the stone door that blends seamlessly with the wall, a heavy creaking sound came from behind it, the grinding noise echoing throughout the silent church area.
The stone gate roared open, and the chair in memory was waiting quietly behind it.
Are there still lock-picking thieves?
Nan'an grew increasingly curious, recalling the limits of the chair's teleportation ability.
If one truly relies on this ability to evade the Mist of Sorrow, then either the distance must be astonishing or the frequency astonishing.
Also—can it transport people by teleportation?
The yin-yang glass beads are fixed in place, and the memory of the chair is like a journey – how wonderful!
You can guard against thieves day and night, but it's hard to guard against thieves within your own home. Recalling the chair, he used the same method to open another closed sliding stone door inside the room.
Nan'an noticed that the walls inside the spire are often decorated with intricate bas-reliefs, and large blocks of stone are stacked and pieced together.
A spiral staircase leading downwards unfolds before your eyes.
The steps were narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side.
The marble-smooth steps were spotless.
The walls on both sides are no longer simply made of stone; every few steps, you can see gears embedded in the walls.
They come in various sizes and are made of different materials, including bronze, iron, and silver.
They are quietly embedded there, like a mechanical jungle frozen in time.
Nan'an slowed his pace, letting the light sweep across the gears.
Some gears are still turning slowly, and it takes a long time to notice any movement.
The power to rotate seemed to come from nowhere, as if it originated from deep within the wall.
A strange ripple suddenly stirred in Nan'an's heart.
Further down, more complex mechanisms begin to appear on both sides of the stairs.
Connecting rod, bearing, rocker arm, flywheel —
A vast number of complex and varied forms of machinery expansion appeared in Nan'an's sight, some of which were completely unfamiliar to the city at the time.
They mesh with gears, forming a large and silent mechanical system.
Light and shadow flowed between the teeth of the gears, like a silent and solemn dance.
This is just a downward step!
What the hell? Where was the chair taking them?
The carefree Suiyue had already stuck close to Nan'an, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.
"Old man—is that right?"
"Coincidentally, I also found it a bit mysterious, like they were lured in to kill us."
The air is getting colder.
It wasn't cold or damp; it carried a dry, metallic coolness, mixed with a faint smell of engine oil, and—a fishy smell.
No, no, why does it also smell like cooked lard?
What does it mean?
Nan'an wanted to turn around and take a look, because the smell was really too much like stir-fried vegetables.
Who wouldn't want to see what kind of lunatic would be so crazy as to start a fire and cook in such a godforsaken place?
They descended to an unknown number of floors, passing several platforms along the way, without stopping, deciding to first see what the Recall Chair was trying to do.
If the trust that has been built up is betrayed, then Nan'an will not hesitate to use the little Rubik's Cube in his hand.
The staircase ends at a suspended square platform.
Looking down from the suspended platform in three directions, all you see is pitch black, like an abyss.
But subtly, you can feel a slight upward airflow.
The air was periodic but not strong, and the breeze was refreshing, without the strange smell of various oils mixed together that had been present on the previous floors.
A stone bridge, large enough for four people to walk side by side, extends forward across the suspended area to reach the next suspended platform.
Here, a giant stone gate carved from a single piece of bluish-gray stone came into view.
The door surface is engraved with patterns of gears and mechanisms.
The patterns are layered and interlocked, forming a pattern so intricate it's dizzying.
At the very center of the door is a huge metal gear, embedded in the doorway, blending into the surrounding seaweed-like, chaotic, and unintelligible bas-relief lines.
"Thump—"
"Thump—"
"Thump!"
"Thump!!"
The muffled sound came from the giant Rubik's Cube.
While processing materials related to gods and demons on four threads, it was emitting rapid vibrations through the small Rubik's Cube in Nan'an's hand.
Nan'an swallowed hard.
He suddenly understood the meaning of the Recall Chair.
It wasn't a lie; there really are "remains of gods and demons that weren't that dead" to collect here.
This movable church is itself a giant god or demon!
The chair "stands" in front of the gate, its body slightly tilted, as if a person is looking back at Nan'an and Suiyue.
It seems to be asking—
"Go ahead and pick it up, why don't you?"
Nan'an is truly out of options.
He wanted to pick it up too; he definitely had the desire. But could the giant Rubik's Cube handle it?
Moreover, both gods and demons rely on black mist to replenish their energy and operate.
He found this church, how can he make it move?
Heaven have mercy, he can't even feed the giant Rubik's Cube, which eats up pieces without spitting out the bones!
The giant Rubik's Cube vibrated and resonated continuously, sending out urging signals.
"You're such a glutton!"
Row.
Nan'an never intended to back down; they were just afraid of overcrowding the giant Rubik's Cube.
Since the main player claims to be "not afraid of being overwhelmed," let's see if the Rubik's Cube has better digestibility or if the Colossus Cathedral is tough enough.
"Open the door."
Recalling the chair, it teleported through the thick stone door.
Not long after————
"Click!"
The gears embedded in the wall began to turn.
Small gears drive large gears, and large gears drive even larger gears, layer upon layer, link upon link, like dominoes falling one after another, like waves advancing in layers.
The metallic sound, like a torrent, surged from above and below the empty space towards the group of people suspended in mid-air.
The waves were raging.
Dense and rapid, like a torrential downpour pounding on a metal roof, as if millions of clocks were ticking simultaneously.
The sound vibrated back and forth in the enclosed space, making the eardrums numb and the chest resonate.
Nan'an and Suiyue felt as if their hearts no longer belonged to them, but were resonating with the metal!
The ground began to shake, and the two felt as if they were standing on the deck of a giant ship that was about to set sail, and instinctively held hands.
The colossal statue in the cathedral has awakened.
The heavy stone gate emitted a deep rumble, and the ground trembled every time it contracted and rotated an inch inward.
The central circular doorway grew larger and wider, gradually revealing the scene behind it.
The walls are made of countless meshing gears, with the edges of the gears interlocking so tightly that there are almost no gaps.
Gears of varying sizes and materials are densely packed together, layer upon layer, forming towering walls.
They were arranged neatly, exuding a cold and rigorous mechanical quality.
At first glance, Nan'an's first thought is — a server matrix.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the Recall Chair, that demonic traitor and guide, standing in front of one of the walls.
Nan'an couldn't see anything different about the wall, but now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to believe.
"The giant Rubik's Cube, if you want to eat it, then come and eat it!"
As he spoke, Nan An took out a small Rubik's Cube and slammed it hard against the gear wall.
"Take it!"
A dazzling white light illuminated the dim interior, and the suction force from the palm of your hand struck the gear wall.
The ground was shaking violently!
The colossus detected the anomaly, but the giant cube seemed to possess some strange weakening power, making it difficult for divine and demonic power to erupt directly.
With a dull thud, Nan'an Suiyue stumbled and fell to the ground.
This doesn't stop the Rubik's Cube, which has already been released from its grasp, from continuing to work on the gear wall.