Chapter 995 As Easy As Lifting a Finger
w.a.n.g Zhong did not have any good or ill feelings towards the machinery race. Since he was from Earth, he was very clear that their position was actually rather tragic. In particular, to the machinery race that did not have any goals or hopes, it felt as if there was no use to their existence other than law enforcement. When they had lost hope, what could they do even if they were strong?
w.a.n.g Zhong was somewhat curious and observed the machine for a bit longer. Then, it was as if he faintly saw a flash of electricity in its dead eyes. He had an idea and walked over, causing the children to shout and run away. Bullying the machinery race, even if it was a "corpse", was an extremely severe offense.
After waiting for over ten seconds, he saw another flash of electricity in its dead eyes.
The lives of the machinery race were rather unique. Not only was their body structure different from that of other living beings, even the structure of their "souls" was completely different. It was not as illusory as the souls of other living beings. This dazzling, living electricity was the soul of the machinery race. It was still alive, and when w.a.n.g Zhong stood this close to the machine, he could clearly sense a will contained in that weak living electricity.
w.a.n.g Zhong was no stranger to machines. After all, the Earth once had a machinery civilization that was not as brilliant. w.a.n.g Zhong marveled at this machine and hesitated about whether he should care about this matter that did not concern him. The being who had dared to kill a machine was probably not an ordinary being. But no matter what, the dazzling light that he occasionally saw contained a mysterious sense of loneliness and… grief.
w.a.n.g Zhong patted his head. To be honest, he was not a doctor, let alone know how to treat the machinery race. However, he knew that all the living beings in the divine territory had spiritual influence as their foundation. Furthermore, his Devouring Heaven Technique involved taking in and exhaling spiritual influence. He did not know if there would be any effects if he used Cellular Cosmology to channel the spiritual influence he exhaled into this machine.
w.a.n.g Zhong was simply making a Hail Mary effort. As long as the machine was still breathing, replenis.h.i.+ng its spiritual influence might be of some help.
In an instant, his divine cells were stimulated and cast their shadow in the surrounding s.p.a.ce. He could feel that the spiritual influence around him was being firmly pulled by the projected will of his divine cells. Breathing was instinctual, and it was easy to use the Devouring Heaven Technique to absorb this spiritual influence into his body. However, transporting the spiritual influence into the body of this machine was no longer as simple as breathing. This was also w.a.n.g Zhong"s first time trying this. Even though he was gradually becoming more proficient in the Devouring Heaven Technique over the past few days and felt that this was feasible, he realized that it was extremely difficult when he actually tried it.
When he breathed in, he inhaled a wave of spiritual influence that formed countless threads and dispersed into his divine cells. However, when he breathed out, the spiritual influence would also form countless threads that were gathered and released. However, this time, w.a.n.g Zhong kept the spiritual influence in the form of threads. Countless threads of spiritual power that shone with a faint golden light surrounded the worn-out machine. Then, something mysterious happened. The golden spiritual power quickly integrated with its silver blood. At that moment, w.a.n.g Zhong had a feeling of being "opened". A light flashed past the machine"s eye, and a rich feeling of loneliness, solitude, sadness… and even injustice surged into his heart.
w.a.n.g Zhong knew that these feelings were definitely not his but had been transmitted from the machine. The race that seemed powerful and neutral in the Land was actually incompatible with any other race. They could not have close interactions with any other race. Because of the position they were in and the characteristics of their race, they did not have any… friends.
To be honest, other than their jobs, they had nothing. When he thought about it carefully, they were actually rather pitiful.
However, if Lao w.a.n.g had the right to pity others, then who would pity him? Having pity for humans? This thought was simply tragic.
After a period of pouring spiritual influence into the machine"s body, the results were obvious. This machine was very badly destroyed, but based on their characteristics, it just had to wait for its companions to pick it up. At this moment, the light in the machine"s eyes could s.h.i.+ne steadily. It was also observing w.a.n.g Zhong while the red light in its chest continuously shone. This was probably a calling function.
w.a.n.g Zhong slowly sighed and wiped his sweat. Then, he patted the machine. "Friend, I cannot provoke your companions. This is all I can do. Goodbye."
Lao w.a.n.g hurriedly left as he did not want to deliberately complicate the issue. He could already feel the ground rapidly trembling, which meant that the machinery race was probably looking for their lost member. He did not want to be arrested as an accomplice. That would truly be unjust. After all, he was just a pa.s.ser-by.
Lao w.a.n.g left very quickly. A few minutes later, a group of machine soldiers appeared and immediately surrounded the worn-out machine. The typically cold machines revealed an expression of anger, but very quickly, the machines revealed a difficult expression as their lights flashed. It was as if they were all looking in the direction that w.a.n.g Zhong had left in.
There was actually someone willing to save the machinery race?
The signals of the machines continued to flash. They could master all languages, but when communicating with their own race, they did not need to speak at all. However, w.a.n.g Zhong did not know that when he sensed their souls, they could also sense his.
They had not heard the word "friend" in several hundred years… This was a lifeform who was willing to accept the machinery race and provide help without any vested interest. To the machinery race, this was a form of redemption and hope.
At almost the same time, all the machines in the divine territory mysteriously slowed down. Unusual happiness appeared on their cold faces.
Their former "allies" had disappeared one by one, and loneliness and despair filled this intelligent race. Yes, not only was the machinery race an intelligent race, they were a level-8 civilization. Being cold and cruel was their duty, but they also desired friends.h.i.+ps with other races. However, after experiencing countless conspiracies and betrayals, they became even more isolated. But the more isolated they were, the more they desired friends.h.i.+p. If someone was willing to sincerely help the machinery race, that person would receive the respect of the machinery race.
This was the fabled machine heart.
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It was late at night when he found wolf goblin Basir.
Unlike the orderly Ninth Wilderness Path slave market, the slave market here was rather chaotic. Even in the middle of the night, there were still many slave owners doing business. However, rather than saying they were doing business, it was more accurate to say that they had nowhere else to go. They slept in the slave market and conveniently left their lights open.
When w.a.n.g Zhong saw Basir, he was snoozing under his simple wooden shack. He was half awake and was still spewing curses and vulgarities. Being forced by the Ninth Wilderness Path to move the slave market had caused great harm for these slave vendors. They had taken great pains to settle down there but were asked to move again. If they had stayed, not only would it have been extremely inconvenient to do business, they would have also had to deal with the new powers in charge of the slave market. Who would be willing to pay even more ma.s.sive protection fees?! Thus, many slave vendors who were originally in the Ninth Wilderness Path slave market came to this black market. There were also protection fees here, but the price was lower. However, the price of buying and selling slaves was also consequently lower, but business was getting harder to do here. If this continued, Basir would even consider changing his job.
His mouth was half-open, and he looked especially ugly when he was sleeping. The shark teeth in his mouth were sharp and fishy. Saliva also started to drip from it.
There were a few ropes tied to his waist, which were tied to three very burly female celestialoid slaves. They had plump b.r.e.a.s.t.s and wide hips, and their arms were as thick as w.a.n.g Zhong"s waist. They seemed to be a physically powerful race, but their hands and legs were tied, and there was an electric rope around their neck. They were so hungry that they weakly leaned against the inside of the wooden shack. They slept extremely soundly, and their snores shook the heaven and rattled the earth.
Although the standards of beauty among various races in the divine territory were different, for females, their beauty standards were similar to the four top races. They preferred slim and slender physiques. Meanwhile, only a few races with special tastes would like these burly female slaves. It looked like this fellow"s business was becoming worse by the day.
"Wake up." w.a.n.g Zhong pushed him.
The wolf goblin that had given him a ma.s.sive sense of oppression no longer felt as terrifying to him. At that moment, he consciously came into contact with Basir"s body. When he pushed Basir, his body did not feel as solid as an iron barricade, unlike last time. Instead, it felt normal, as if Basir was an ordinary person.
"What the h.e.l.l?! Who dares to push the great Ba?!" Basir was jolted awake. There was still drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was slightly muddled. However, an innate ferocity had appeared on his face. His dense shark-like teeth were instantly revealed, and he violently charged at the hand that dared to attack him!
Puff!
Crack!
"Oh!"
Basir"s muddled eyes instantly widened. An extremely powerful hand was pinching his sharp mouth, making him feel as if he had been forced to wear a muzzle before being violently closed. This ma.s.sive force that pushed his mouth closed caused his dense teeth to violently break! His entire mouth was aching and numb, and his teeth were nearly broken. This pain was unbearable. His tongue suffered the most tragic fate and was almost bitten off by his teeth, leaving him with a mouth full of blood.
He was instantly jolted awake from his muddled drowsiness. Basir felt half-dead, and he subconsciously wanted to jump up, but another hand pushed him down as if it had predicted this. The power in that hand felt as if it could topple a mountain. It easily pinned him firmly on the ground, not allowing him to move even in the slightest.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Basir"s tongue was in pain, and his mouth was being pressed closed. Thus, he could not speak a proper sentence. However, he was scared out of his wits. What was happening? He was having a pleasant dream while snoring when a terrifying expert had mysteriously fallen from the sky. This expert had definitely suppressed him in terms of strength. Basir could not tell exactly how strong his opponent was, but it felt like his opponent had dealt with him very easily.
How had he offended such an expert?
He watched the wolf goblin weakly struggle in panic. Frankly speaking, even Lao w.a.n.g himself was rather surprised.
Although his cultivation progress over the past few days was extremely rapid, only a few days had pa.s.sed. He thought that it would have taken some effort to get rid of this wolf goblin. However, he never thought that he would easily be able to suppress him with just his power.
He was definitely mistaken in the judgment of his own strength, but this was very normal. After all, he had not been cultivating for a long time. The world of cultivation in the divine territory was unknown to him. Thus, he had been working behind closed doors all this time. It was, therefore, very difficult for him to make an accurate judgment of his own strength, not having any reference.