Qian Renxue sensed this inexplicable martial soul, question marks popping up over her head. "Lord Evil God, what's this?"
Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) looked down and examined it, fell silent for a moment, then smiled.
"This is my martial soul, Gatling Bodhisattva."
Qian Renxue: "...Bodhisattva?"
Cheng Ran cleared his throat and recited in a tone so solemn it bordered on absurdity, "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, Six Senses Purified Depleted Uranium Bullets. Three thousand six hundred revolutions in a breath, delivering the world with boundless mercy and compassion."
Qian Renxue: "???"
Cheng Ran continued reciting, "Praise be to Gatling Bodhisattva, who, while practicing profound Prajnaparamita, wielded six barrels and transformed them into a supreme sacred weapon. Six barrels, three trillion and sixty thousand revolutions in a breath, delivering all living beings without rest. Glorious is Gatling Bodhisattva; great is Gatling Bodhisattva."
Qian Renxue's mouth fell open and stayed that way for a long while.
She did not understand, but she was profoundly shaken.
"This is a god-bestowed martial soul." Cheng Ran patted the six barrels. "Simply put, it's much like your angel martial soul in nature. Both deliver all living beings."
Qian Renxue finally understood. "Your martial soul is the Evil God's true form?"
"What Evil God? It's Gatling Bodhisattva, who delivers all living beings," Cheng Ran corrected her. "Mind your wording. Please respect my martial soul."
With a thought, Cheng Ran experienced a sensation similar to possession by the angel martial soul.
Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) raised his right hand, and the Gatling fell into his palm. It was heavy in his grasp, and the chill of metal spread from his palm to his wrist.
The phantom of a gilded bodhisattva appeared behind her, sitting cross-legged on the Gear Lotus Throne. Each of its six arms held a barrel, which converged