Facing the group inside the church whose souls had been devoured by "sensibility,"
Fischer walked toward them as he slowly drew the Mechanical Greatsword from his waist.
"The knight order truly cannot draw its swords against believers, but fallen ones corrupted by 'sensibility' cannot be considered believers."
"Now, let me send you before the Soul of All Machines to confess with the sword in my hand."
Before long, screams echoed through the Great Pendulum Church in the depths of the night.
Fischer's "neutrality" had never meant standing by without feeling. It meant absolute obedience to the "rules" and Central Command.
Therefore, anything that violated the "rules" or might threaten the "central authority" would become his enemy.
Because, just as he had said, tools did not need thoughts of their own.
Once the screams and the sounds of metal cutting through flesh had completely faded away,
only the mechanical bell remained in the silent Great Pendulum Church, producing its steady, dull chimes.
Suddenly, a Mysterious Masked Man with silver hair and blue eyes walked into this living hell filled with blood and corpses.
Looking at the wreckage strewn across the floor, he clicked his tongue softly.
"That's why I don't like you heaps of scrap metal. Your heads are filled with nothing but programs, without the slightest trace of human feeling."
"You purge heretics like formatting a hard drive, without even a shred of guilt."
Fischer raised his Mechanical Greatsword at the Mysterious Masked Man, who was clearly steeped in the aura of corruption, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Faced with the question, Tiandao smiled. "Someone here to take the 'Central Authority' from your chest."
"Is that so?"
The next second, amid the roar of an overloaded Steam Engine, Fischer left behind a golden afterimage where he