Li Aozi stated frankly:
"I used to smoke, but I quit later."
"You don't mind the sll of smoke, right?"
"I'm a very tolerant and kind person, they call the Galactic Eye Madonna."
"That's fine then."
ganiros tossed his cape and strode toward the Executioner:
"In a mont the smoke will be thick, lasting about the ti it takes to finish one cigarette."
"Pfft—"
Hamarjalay was quite surprised, dragging the executioner's sword on the ground, covering his face with his left hand, seemingly suppressing a smile, and mocked ganiros:
"You want to challenge ? You? As just a Speaker, without even the aura of Reforging, you dare to walk toward ?"
Says this, but as ganiros got closer, Hamarjalay also dragged his sword and walked briskly towards him.
Clap clap clap!
"Our chanical Civilization once had a saying: If you don't go to the chanical World, the chanical World will co to you."
ganiros walked faster and faster, his cape fluttering without wind, showing the rust-covered yet still sharp chanical body underneath.
Bang bang bang!
"What a coincidence, our Void also has a similar saying — more terrifying than ignorance is self-righteousness."
Hamarjalay's expression gradually beca serious, the large sword in his hand dragging on the ground, creating striking sparks and void erosion marks.
Suddenly, Hamarjalay's speed surged exponentially, rushing in front of ganiros in an instant, feinting to confuse him, then swung the long sword forward, stepping and spinning into a slash, neatly slicing ganiros across the back!
Clang!
The blade cut through the cape, pierced the rust-covered armored suit, hitting ganiros's movent system dead center.
ganiros's figure swayed, stuck in mid-air.
"Beforehand, let say, my power is at Hierarchy Position (15), don't cry and complain to your Society mother after I kill you."
Hamarjalay said flatly:
"I don't like the ones who die by my hand to be complete fools, it makes it seem like I took advantage of you."
"I must admit, when you charged at , I was truly startled. That kind of intangible aura, I've only felt from afar when communicating with Your Excellency Twilight Duke and Void Emperor."
"It's a pity, perhaps you were strong in the past, but now you're nothing more than a pile of slag and scrap iron."
Hamarjalay regretfully delivered a eulogy, flipped his wrist, and attempted to draw his sword back.
The sword didn't budge.
The next mont, Hamarjalay's expression froze.
He tried desperately to draw the weapon back, but couldn't pull the blade from the opponent's back no matter what.
Before he could realize his bewildernt, ganiros lazily stood up, like a crane, lifting Hamarjalay and the weapon stuck in him straight up.
"Sorry, just got out not long ago, parts of the body have aged and got jamd."
ganiros scratched his neck, casually plucked Hamarjalay and the executioner's sword from his back and flung them out.
Snap!
Hamarjalay flipped half a turn in the air, staggered as he landed, stabilized his balance, and raised his head, his eyes no longer showing disdain.
"This strength feels off, unlike the Society or Pathway."
Hamarjalay said in a deep voice:
"What exactly is this power? Why is it so strong."
"Didn't I tell you?"
ganiros, hands in his pockets, said leisurely:
"Besides being a Speaker, I once served as a deity for Leoz — the chanical Holy Father. All of Haines' machines are my children."
Hamarjalay frowned:
"And what does that have to do with it?"
"Could it be, you still don't sense it?"
ganiros said pitifully:
"My aning was clear."
"I'm the Speaker and also a deity, the chanical Holy Father."
"Even after separating from the chanical World Society, I'm still a deity. To deal with you, I don't need the Speaker's Authority, just Divine Power is enough."
He spread his arms, the rust on his body swiftly blown away by the wind, revealing porcelain-like marks.
"From unicycles to chanical fortresses, all machinery is my offspring!"
With that, ganiros suddenly clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with cold electric light:
"Looks like my body is still a bit uncooperative, handling you is not quite enough."
"What?"
"Let my children teach you a lesson."
ganiros raised a hand, his voice resonating like a radio announcer:
"Invincible Iron Man Great Willian—appear!"
The ground rumbled, and not far away, the ocean slowly parted to reveal a path. A massive demon, towering like a black iron fortress, rose from the sea.
"Sun War Machine Parrot—descend!"
The horizon sparked with light electricity, and the next mont, outrageously designed, an airplane resembling an eagle and defying aerodynamics streaked across the sky, shining and colorful.
Screech!
The fighter's head lifted, like a living steel eagle, opening its mouth to emit a piercing cry, causing Hamarjalay, ready to act, to cover his ears with an expression of irritability and agitation.
"Electronic chanical Dragon Whitedragon—co in deity!"
Digital networks unfolded instantly in the surrounding space, nurous data streams converging at this mont into the light of a miracle.
When the light dissipated, a serpent dragon covered with nanotubes and electronic circuits hovered behind ganiros.
Boom!
The giant iron man and iron bird war machine arrived one after another, ganiros stood with hands in pockets, shadowed by the three colossal chanical creations, said calmly:
"Holy ch-Spirit, Code Speaker, Quantum chanism, the three great ch-Realm species, initially rely served as cheap labor tools for demons and Earthlings in the universe. But now, their combined strength is enough to unleash power beyond the universe."
ganiros grinned, revealing a mouthful of steel teeth, and said to the Executioner:
"Do you, believe in miracles?"
"If you think that with just this scrap iron, relying on nurical superiority, you can defeat , it is truly delusional."
The Executioner lightly snapped his fingers, and the Void Gate behind him spewed violent void energy, with countless purple monsters flooding out, as if from mountains and seas, innurable and inexhaustible.
"Delusional?"
ganiros laughed:
"Then let show you what it ans to be a Super ch Realm People!"
Swoosh.
Li Aozi lifted the City Burner, saying:
"Although I can't quite figure out what's happening, I can take care of the small fry."
"Oh, then I'll leave it to you, Blacksmith."
"You're welco, chanical Holy Father."
ganiros smiled slightly, then suddenly his gaze grew incredibly firm, he punched forward, his hands grabbed and clasped together, shouting with deep strength:
"Mobile Demon God Geta King—fusion!!!"
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