Chapter 599

The omniscient temple is one of the most magnificent buildings on Mars. Even the largest cast temples of the gamma world complex are insignificant in front of it.

The smoking iron tower pierced the yellow sky, the blue stone dome towered into the clouds, the towering pilasters formed the open door, and millions of mathematical formulas and proofs were engraved on the pink marble.

When he got off the bus, the boundless shadow of the temple engulfed rogris, which shocked him by the huge structure - although he was not here for the first time.

Then he walked along the electrical corridor, many miles from the pilgrimage site.

This area of Mars is protected by the vast dome, which is enough to form an independent climate. The golden red flag is hunting in the wind. The sky is full of huge prayer spacecraft. The golden airship keeps playing machine language from the copper tube loudspeaker, and the pan yellow sheep leather paper with prayers sways behind it.

Thousands of pilgrims marched along the flagstone streets, and the pavement was grooved by the sandals of countless prayers.

The technical sergeant is surrounded by monotonous and tall buildings, machinery temple, science and technology temple and engine cabinet - all for the worship and praise of the God of machines.

Although he is an astat, he is not particularly eye-catching here, because the pilgrims here are far more strange than astat.

For example, one hundred meters away on the right, a technician without limbs was riding in a multi legged sedan chair, surrounded by a group of incredible tripods, which marched with strange strides.

Fifty meters to the left, a body remnant of collective consciousness floats in a glass jar, escorted by a team of combat robots under its control.

Noisy robots, floating skulls and gold-plated floating vehicles carry passengers and protected sacred objects to the temple. A few people who have just come out of the temple have a relaxed look of fulfillment. Obviously, they are not so magnificent in vain.

Here, all mechanists will find comfort and answers.

As rogris walked through the gate, he raised his head and looked up at the angry predator Titan. Its powerful weapons pointed directly at the sky, which contained the dual meaning of symbol and inspiration.

Mechanical education can create the deadliest war machine imaginable, but they do not take any responsibility for their work.

Too obsessed with what you can create, and no one first considers whether it should be created.

Finally, Rogers approached the entrance of the temple. The magnificent pilasters were dizzying high, and a warm wind blew from them, carrying the smell of musk.

He stopped to take a deep breath and went in.

After seeing the immortality and solemnity outside the temple, it is easy to be disappointed with its interior - the external magnificence is beyond imagination,

The internal failed to repay this expectation.

The front hall is bare with plain metal walls, and the connecting ports are lined up, and the confessors

Kneeling on the ground, it is connected with the mechanical heart of the building, with a common pulse. Behind it, there is a hollow copper chain fence to separate the entrance of the temple from the altar of the main hall.

Rogris walked cautiously through a large group of confessors, each of whose body trembled and twitched with the shock of pure sin.

Behind the fence, metal benches lined up from the altar into the main hall. A mechanical priest rode on the suspended chanting platform to preach with mechanical holy words.

The venue was packed with people, and the robed believers hung their heads wherever the priest floated.

Although rogris is not a formal believer of mechanism, he also lowered his head and raised his left hand. He doesn't know whether he can achieve such a state of unity with the machine God in the future.

"The most humble of us also know that we can't give up every body with a knife."

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him, as if he had guessed his thoughts.

Rogris turned and found a priest standing opposite, so he bowed his head.

The priest's face was darker than basalt, and his holy clothes streamed like molten gold, reflecting the rainbow like oil.

Under the priest's robe, rogris saw a shiny skeleton composed of brass armature, buzzing gears and ornate cables.

The priest's head is very long, like the giant dragon in ancient Tara's painting. There is a pyramid like object in the center of the dragon's head, which is embedded with a sphere of soft light, which is completely different from the distorted reflection of rogris's own image like a human head.

The priest is also an acquaintance of Rogers, and he is also a guide on the road of understanding the machine soul.

"You flatter me too much."

Rogris said, bowing deeply.

"You are so close to the mechanical God, and I am just

A layman, master Boban Hayden. "

"You're in trouble."

The voice of the high priest still has no feelings, but his presence makes all the believers around worship at the same time. There is no reason for it——

Master Boban Hayden is the oldest and highest ranking priest in the omniscient temple. He is also the only person in the temple who has experienced the Horus rebellion and is still alive, although he was only an apprentice who had just started at that time.

His mentor was the chief priest of the generation in the omniscient temple.

"Your biometric readings fluctuate up and down, and through all measurable parameters, I

I can see you're here to find the answer. "

"Yes, I'm here for that."

Rogers admitted.

"I'm about to leave the temple and study in the forge. I hope to benefit from your guidance for the last time."

Master Boban Hayden nodded.

"Come with me, I will listen to your dilemma and provide a conceivable solution."

Then he glided in the air on the liquid metal platform, and rogris followed him towards an arch lined with serrated skull and optical fiber nerve.

Behind the arch is a corridor made of polished steel and glass. It is surprisingly quiet. Only the crackling energy field protects a shimmering door.

This energy field, called the Confessor force field, can isolate the protected area from the rest of the temple, and no one outside the force field can hear or see the movement inside.

Rogris felt a faint tingling as he entered the chapel.

Indoors, there are no decorations in the priest's church. Only a metal high stool is placed in the center of the room. There is a dimly lit niche on the bare wall, which is equipped with an input and output port and a data reader.

The priest began to walk around the room, and the luminous ball rippled light waves on the stone face.

"You can start."

Later, rogris told about his difficulties in studying in the temple and his confusion about the doctrine of mechanical theology, especially his understanding of the relationship between the emperor and the God of machines. Astat had a different view from mechanical theology in this regard.

Rogris believes that perhaps it is this conflict of ideas that prevents him from making a greater breakthrough in knowledge.

"Before leaving, I hope to get enlightenment from the master."

After listening, master Boban Hayden gently replied:

"Mr. rogris, you know, I used to think that astat should be as pure as the machine servant and do not need emotion."