blogombal Chapter 124 Praise to the God of All Machines!
Chapter 124 Praise to the God of All Machines!
Chapter 124 Praise to the God of All Machines!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Just a wall away, the extreme heat and terrifying shockwaves, comparable to a miniature sun falling, are ravaging the intersections of Manhattan.
However, inside this reinforced, explosion-proof, matchbox-shaped structure, "printed" from thirty blueprint cannons in three seconds, there was an extremely eerie stillness.
There was no deafening explosion; the thick blast-proof stone perfectly isolated the sound waves and radiation.
But inside the fortress, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Dozens of elite Blackwatch soldiers, including the arrogant commander, were now as if they had been stuffed into a giant black tin can.
They were breathing heavily, and could even hear each other's hearts pounding like drums.
"Smack."
A crisp snap of fingers, usually so clear it would be easily overlooked, suddenly rang out in the heart of the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, there was a soft "humming" sound.
A golden, glowing cube, radiating warmth and a touch of otherworldly fantasy, was placed in mid-air in the very center of the fortress without warning.
Item: Fluorite
[Source: Minecraft original Nether Dimension]
[Features: Provides a constant lighting level of up to 15, requires no wiring or power supply, and never goes out.]
The soft, bright yellow light instantly dispelled the absolute darkness, illuminating the hemispherical bunker, whose interior space was about half the size of a basketball court.
With the help of the glowstone, the commander was finally able to see the scene before him clearly.
The young Asian man, dressed in a black casual trench coat and claiming to be a UN commissioner, was standing in the center of those thirty extravagantly designed brass cannons.
He didn't even flinch at the hem of his clothes, and slowly pulled a strange tool emitting a ghostly blue sci-fi glow from thin air.
The thing looked like a gun, or a multi-functional electric drill, with a complex ring-shaped energy generator at the front.
[Item: Quantum Decomposition Machine]
[Source Module: Mekanism General Machinery]
"Buzz—Zzz!"
Pei Qi casually flipped the mode switch button on the quantum decomposer, adjusting it to [Extreme Speed Mode].
Without any hesitation, he aimed the front end of the disintegrator at those "Blueprint Cannons" that had just made great contributions.
To the horror of the Blackwatch soldiers, the massive brass gear device, weighing several hundred kilograms, disintegrated into a tiny, palm-sized object the instant it came into contact with the quantum decomposer's eerie blue beam of light. It offered no resistance for even a second.
Then, as if drawn by some magnetic force, it flew directly into Pei Qi's pocket and disappeared.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
Pei Qi strolled around leisurely, and the thirty huge blueprint cannons were all retrieved by him with effortless ease.
"What a perfect machine!"
Pei Qi looked at the empty ground and clapped his hands in satisfaction.
"Create the gears of the mechanical power module, working in tandem with this smooth, automated operation."
"If those Mechanicus charlatans on Mars in Warhammer 40 saw this, they'd better kowtow twice to this cannon."
"Ring the bells! Praise the God of all machines! The Machine Soul is overjoyed—wait! It seems I've switched channels. In this world, I should be worshipping the God of Shattering."
"It's alright, I'm sure the old God of Shattering won't care about these details! Praise be to the God of Shattering!"
After cleaning up the area, Pei Qi turned around and looked at the black-clad Watchmen whose values had been shattered to dust.
"It seems everyone's mental fortitude is quite strong; at least no one wet their pants in fear."
Pei Qi walked up to the commander, looking down at the US major who had recently tried to detain him, his tone laced with a casual mockery: "Looks like my speed in building the bunker just happened to catch the shockwave of the explosion."
"You—you—"
The commander's lips trembled as he tried to stand up, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.
He glanced at the bright yellow stone floating in mid-air without any electrical connections, then at Pei Qi's hands, which had magically retracted dozens of heavy machines.
Reason told him that he should immediately draw his gun and kill this extremely dangerous supernatural creature.
But his biological instincts were screaming at him: if he dared to move, he would be utterly annihilated.
"Oh, right, there's something trivial I forgot to tell you about before because of the time constraints."
Pei Qi flicked his collar, his eyes smiling, but the oppressive aura of a superior made the surrounding air feel thick and heavy.
"Given the severity of this biohazard leak in Manhattan, and the disastrous crisis management capabilities of your Blackwatch team."
"The highest military command over this area has just been handed over to me for handling."
"Transfer it to you?! That's impossible!"
The commander instinctively retorted, "General Randall would never hand over command to a UN official!"
"Impossible? Major, times have changed."
Pei Qi sneered, "When was the handover? About a minute ago, right when I used the missile to target that big bug. Your headquarters should have already received the joint pressure notice from the Supreme Security Council and the Supernatural Alliance."
Barring unforeseen circumstances, the remaining Blackwatch forces on the outskirts of Manhattan should have already begun withdrawing from their defensive positions and are preparing to gradually evacuate this mess.
The commander was struck dumb.
He instinctively glanced at his adjutant beside him. The adjutant swallowed hard and looked down at the tactical tablet.
A glaring red, full-band broadcast was prominently displayed: [All troops silent. Supreme command has changed. Unconditionally cooperate with the commissioner.]
It turns out that their unit, trapped in the center of the nuclear explosion, had already been used as a bargaining chip by their superiors and sold to this man along with the entire city!
"As for you—"
Pei Qi looked around at the extremely simple, square matchbox.
"Although the intercontinental ballistic missile I just boarded carried a specially treated, low-pollution, low-yield tactical version of the nuclear warhead, its main destructive power was concentrated in the instantaneous shock wave and high temperature."
"But I conservatively estimate that the current radiation levels and residual high-temperature plasma will take at least another day to drop to a level that won't cause you to die instantly or have your skin ulcerated as soon as you go outside."
"So, for the time being, you should all stay safely inside this matchbox." This blast-resistant stone can even withstand two antimatter bombs; it's absolutely safe.
As Pei Qi spoke, he aimed the quantum decomposer in his hand at the explosion-proof dome above his head.
"Once I've finished dealing with all that mess outside," you can contact headquarters to send a helicopter to pick you up.
"Where are you going?! The area outside is the epicenter of a nuclear explosion!" the commander couldn't help but yell.
"Of course it's about solving the problem, is that so strange?"