this...
Balund paused for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly looked down at the solid ground below.
The Great Labyrinth City, the true heart of the Graycast Corridor, is the culmination of eighty years of labor by millions of people.
If such a mechanical city were to develop its own personality, would it be good or evil?
Will it fulfill its responsibilities?
Will it thank generations for their persistent efforts?
Can such a Machine Spirit do the work that Grand Foundry Master should do?
Balund instinctively fell into doubt, yet he also felt that the blood and sweat of countless miners and their descendants could not possibly have created a cold and aloof individual.
His gaze shifted slightly, then fell upon the smaller metal coffin beside him, which contained his only blood relative.
After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Ed:
"I approve of your plan. Please proceed with it."
"Good."
Ed nodded in satisfaction, but then turned to look at the study doorway on the other side of the spatial rift:
" Müller-chan, did you bring the person I asked you to bring?"
"Father--"
A hurried voice approached from afar, followed by heavy, frequent footsteps and the thud of a wheelchair hitting the ground. Two figures quickly appeared at the study doorway:
"Father, I have fulfilled my mission and brought you the person you requested."
Ed looked at one of the Hall's clones, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a resentful expression, and his lips twitched involuntarily.
"You think this is something to be so serious about? Go outside and cool off, and grab some popcorn with you. We can't possibly finish all this popcorn."
Upon hearing this, Muller was overjoyed. After escorting Hall to Ed, he respectfully took two steps back but showed no intention of leaving.
Seemingly quite interested in this unfamiliar food, Muller's eyes swept over the piles of popcorn on the ground.
As a former gluttonous Blood Corpse from the Rosalind Lineage, he quickly made the most correct decision—
Muller, with an air of aristocratic refinement, straightened his coat, and then...
"Ah!"
The enormous mouth that had been closed for so long opened again, tearing through his coat, and Muller plunged to the ground like a diver.
A robotic vacuum cleaner powered entirely by biotechnology began automatically cleaning the study floor, its buzzing sound attracting the attention of a giant bee that kept turning its head.
What do you need?
Balund looked at the Son of God with a puzzled expression, but the other party seemed completely unaware of his outrageous behavior:
"Come over."
Balund was about to take a step forward when he suddenly realized that Ed was commanding his own clone.
What do you need?
He asked the same question again.
Seeing that he was truly puzzled, Ed stopped what he was doing and asked:
"Since you've seen that patent, why don't you tell me how to activate the Machine Spirit?"
When applying for a patent for the Machine Spirit, [ Do Some Farm Work ] did not hold back at all, writing down all the things that needed attention in the application.
After all, everyone was doing this with the intention of paving the way for Gray to become the Grand Foundry Master, so they didn't deliberately hide anything.
Balund thought for a moment and said:
"Activating the Machine Spirit requires three conditions. First, the target machine must contain components from the Second Holy See; the more components it contains, the better the effect."
"Secondly, the target machine must have Blood Corpse to provide power, and these Blood Corpse need to be connected to the machine through plant tissue."
"Thirdly, a sufficiently Psionic Energy shock is needed for the initial activation."
Ed nodded and asked in return:
"So what do you think we're lacking right now?"
Balund paused for a moment and said:
"Still missing... Blood Corpse?"
"That's right."
Ed smiled at the old man, then shook Hall's clone, which was being pulled up by the neck by vines.
" The Graycast Corridor has already acquired a portion of the Hall. If needed, I will bring it to him now... As mentioned before, Hall is now divided into three, with each of our three factions retaining a portion, which is a proper method of sealing it off."
"I understand now, "Balund said quickly.
Ed shook his head, looking at the Hall in his hand, and said meaningfully:
"No need, I don't want him to be the core of the Machine Spirit— "
" Hall's vitality is too strong. He will seize any opportunity he has. I'm afraid that the Machine Spirit will become his puppet."
Hall's struggling movements, with Ed gripping his neck, suddenly paused.
He vaguely sensed that the other person seemed to have developed some doubts about him.
Has the clone who secretly left the collapsed sealed land and headed to the Demon Realm already been discovered by the person in front of me?
Hall's clones can synchronize their memories with each other, so it doesn't matter who is the original and who is the clone.
The Hall clone that escaped using the body of a half-dragon had already crossed the boundary jointly guarded by the Graycast Corridor and the Eternal Domain several days ago and successfully infiltrated the Demon Realm.
Upon hearing this news, Twilight Capital and was undergoing amber and blood-drawing experiments was overjoyed, whether it was the clone in Ed's hands or the clone outside the Great Labyrinth City.
Now that he was destined to survive, these other bodies were no longer of great importance.
But before the clone over there has established a new Hall Lineage, it seems that this Son of God here is about to discover his little secret.
Could it be that my performance these past few days has been too perfunctory, and my nonchalant attitude too strong, thus arousing suspicion?
No! We absolutely must buy time for that clone to develop!
Hall gritted his teeth and immediately began to struggle even more violently than before.
Fortunately, his inner thoughts and strange physical behavior did not attract Ed's attention, who was currently communicating with Balund. At this moment, the Son of God was still explaining his plans to the other party:
" Blood Corpse, my creation, and mechanical component—these three traits can actually be inherited by an individual."
"Ah, I see!"
Balund stared in astonishment at the Ed clone that had responded to the summons, only to find that the "human's" eyes were already empty, its mind completely gone, reduced to a mere shell.
"It's just an avatar, don't worry about it."
Ed laughed and said, then pinched Hall's neck hard with the vine, pointing to his clone:
"Go, bite him!"
Hall's limbs were still struggling fiercely like a leashdocked dog. Hearing Ed's command, his movements lessened, and finally, with all his might, he forced out a single sentence:
"I... don't need... biting... let me... make eye contact..."
"Bite me if I tell you to!"
Ed ruthlessly pulled Hall out of the spatial rift and blindfolded him with vines, clearly intending to force him to act according to his commands.