Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster! Chapter 267 - 113 Divine Punishment

In the Great Book Collection.

Jin Cheng stumbled forward.

The bronze censer in his hand fell to the ground with a crack.

Before him, a scarlet mist was pouring out from the mouth of the chanical "angel" relief that he had designed himself, its exquisitely carved wings, embodying the cold, sharp beauty unique to machinery, now fluttered like bloodstained raven wings.

He could no longer distinguish reality from hallucination.

He didn’t know where he wore or what he was supposed to do.

He only rembered that he was a follower under the banner of the Holy Trinity, the Saint who wielded the highest power on earth.

But, is this Saint really a Saint?

Jin Cheng’s mind was in chaos.

He no longer rembered when he truly beca a Saint.

Perhaps, it was the mont he ordered the complete sealing of the third layer of the Great Book Collection, willingly forgetting those "forbidden" knowledges in his mind?

It seed that from that mont, he had been moving further away from "chanics" and closer to "divinity."

But why did he still feel a fear that penetrates to the bone?

"Holy Trinity above... please grant redemption..."

Jin Cheng groped for the emblem he was so familiar with, trying to draw strength from it, but the greasy feeling at his fingertips filled him with inexplicable terror.

As if touching a venomous snake, he instinctively flung the emblem away. The sound when it hit the ground wasn’t loud, yet it rang like an explosion in his eardrums.

The scenes before his eyes grew increasingly blurred, hallucinations and reality intertwined, making it impossible for Jin Cheng to tell them apart.

He seed to see the worshippers still kneeling in Holy Temple Square, but their chants suddenly turned into sharp wails.

From the ceiling, the stained glass began to drip mucus, and in the mural depicting the divine kingdom created by the God of All chanisms, thick machine oil gushed from the mouth of the chanical angel, only to then ignite into a blazing fire.

Amid the flas, reminiscent of hellfire, the scrolls he had thrown into the fire reappeared once more.

Ashes blood and floated, bearing ruinous smoke onto his robe embroidered with scriptures, as if to bury it.

"May gunpowder and steam purify all heresies."

A grand yet chaotic voice erged.

Jin Cheng vaguely saw a light in the distance.

He saw the cha sculpture outside the Holy Hall, but in its eye sockets, silver centipedes crawled out.

"Why... why is my heart still beating beneath the statue’s feet?"

Jin Cheng murmured to himself, attempting to tear off the respirator adhering to his face, only to discover that his face had decayed and the mask had fused with his skin.

His entire body was wracked with pain, the ring signifying power on his ring finger suddenly constricting, while in the delusion, the brittle sound of fracturing bones, the hiss of poison bursting in his lungs blended into one.

Moving forward, he saw the High Priest he had executed when he first ascended to the Saint’s throne standing at the doorway to the chamber.

Rotten fingers entwined with electric cables sparking, as if a whip poised to deliver punishnt.

"You have betrayed the Holy Trinity, you have abandoned the great electricity!"

The High Priest accused sharply, brandishing the cables, lashing at him viciously.

"Holy Scripture... Chapter Seven..."

Stumbling backward, Jin Cheng fell to the ground, raising his head with closed eyes, attempting to recite the scriptures of "banishing heresy," seeking the God of All chanisms’ protection.

But the next second, his voice abruptly halted.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The imnse impact pinned him firmly to the ground.

The taste of rust spread in his mouth.

In the last mont of life, Jin Cheng saw a giant shadow sweeping through the sky.

That might be...

A real angel... from the divine kingdom...

...

All the civilians who hadn’t yet fled witnessed the mont when divine punishnt descended.

The massive dark-grey wings flashed across the sky with thunderous blasts.

Nearby glass shattered, and the shock wave even sent the signs within the city rattling.

With unmatched speed, the angel surveyed the mortal realm of the God of All chanisms from on high, then ascended sharply with a captivating turn.

Its figure gradually vanishing into the clouds, yet when everyone thought the angel would depart, even more astonishing explosions echoed from the sky.

The angel dove down, as if about to crash, plumting directly toward the ground.

The worshippers kneeling on the ground raised their heads in shock, all believing they were about to witness the fall of an angel.

But just at the mont it was about to touch the ground, the angel suddenly pulled up.

And from beneath it, a "spear" trailing flas stabbed fiercely into the ground.

"Bang!"

The violent collision resounded, and dust arose alongside it.

The angel flew around the chanical Holy Temple again, and just as Zhang Tao, who had breached the temple, raised his right hand, the angel saluted him with a lift, suddenly decreasing its flight speed.

Then, it slowly departed.

When its form disappeared from everyone’s view, the battle on the ground had also ended.

All resistors had been entirely eradicated, while those Guard Brigade soldiers less affected by poison had their weapons stripped and were contained to one side of the Holy Hall.

Witnessing the corpses on the ground, the flowing blood, Zhang Tao’s hands trembled slightly.

Even now, he hadn’t recovered from the imnse shock.

Is it over?

Did the Saint who ruled the chanical God Sect for decades et his end like this?

Looking sowhat bewildered at the bodies before him, Zhang Tao quickly regained his senses.

He cautiously yet swiftly repositioned the bodies, then raised his hands high, commanding loudly:

"The sinner has atoned!"

"Open the boundaries!"

"Let all the believers co up, let them witness first-hand the divine punishnt that the truly unjust has faced!"

"Yes, my lord!"

At his command, the soldiers of the 15th Guard Brigade dispersed imdiately, solemnly standing in place, leaving a wide passageway.

And then, the hesitant believers started to tentatively move toward the Holy Hall.

They saw the bodies, saw traces of the artillery, all of which terrified them.

Yet the divine miracle of the "angel’s descent" granted them imnse courage, propelling them forward, continuing toward the "place of divine punishnt" indicated by the Guard Brigade soldiers.

So, monts later, the devout believers beheld the "unjust" soul who died due to divine punishnt.

The iron spear from the angel pierced down, through the sinner’s body.

And the sinner raised his hands, kneeling, praying for rcy from the angel above the sky.

But clearly, he did not receive forgiveness.

Because he was already dead.

Frenzied emotions instantly spread.

In the next mont, soone shouted:

"The unjust one is a false saint!"

"He is a sinner!"

"He disgraced the Holy Trinity, insulted the God of All chanisms, and shad Jinling City!"

"Now..."

"The false saint is dead!"

"A new saint shall arise!"