I loaded the gods module

Chapter 147
Hermann Frank blinked, and the great adventurer sat up straight on the rusty bed.

As usual, he surveyed the world around him.

What I am in now is an old house that has collapsed in half, the color of dusk shines in through the broken dome, illuminating the dust in the air and the dark green moss spreading everywhere.

The surface of everything in sight is full of mottled cracks, as if it has experienced some kind of destructive natural disaster.

The proportions of the furniture in the room are astonishingly large, scattered tables and chairs, incomplete doors and windows, broken chandeliers...the size of all objects has almost swelled by about five or six times...this seems to be the residence of a giant.

But Herman knew better than anyone... the true giants had long since perished.

Today's descendants of giants have long lost everything about their ancestors...

As the old man turned over, the bed behind Herman squeaked and shook unbearably. In an instant, the smell of decay and pungent dust came over his face.

The adventurer frowned. He raised his hand and moved the silver-white micro-gear on his face. Herman took the initiative to close his sense of smell.
Leaning on a long cane, he jumped over the huge furniture and pushed open the heavy door.

The next moment, the desolate and dead city embraced the adventurer completely.

The ground is black.

The wind and sand buried the isolated city, and the color style of all the buildings tended to be deep black. The city that used to flow with luster has become dull.

Herman saw the collapsed and decayed building clusters stacked together meaninglessly, and the wide road built had long been buried by wind and sand.

Mechanical creations that transcended the times are everywhere, including crashed aircraft, mechanical vehicles with cannon barrels, and the... mountain-sized heavy mechanical cannon in the center of the city.

Just like the Tower of Babel.

The wind and sand can't bury the giant cannon's figure at all, but it's a pity...

The rusty base, the rotten pipes from the fracture, the traces of dried oil, the twisted gun barrel...all the features mean that the giant tower is dead, just like this twilight world.

The sky is white.

Shocking giant white gears are swaying above the sky, one pair after another, they are connected to each other, spinning slowly and endlessly in the sky.

The lingering dim setting sun hangs in the gap between the gears. What is surprising is that the shape of the sun is not round, but... has edges and corners, which looks very strange.

No matter how many times he has experienced it, Herman will be immersed in the colors and desolate rhythms of this twilight city, unable to extricate himself.

"This is indeed the kingdom of giants sunk into the abyss, the land of long-lost machinery..."

The adventurer looked at everything in front of him in a daze, and the old man couldn't help murmuring: "But why, we descendants of giants can't find the location of the Machinery Town..."

The descendants of giants strolled on the roads of the city, but the heavy yellow sand failed to stop Herman's footsteps. Soon, the adventurer came to a crashed mechanical aircraft.

It leans on the broken wall of the ruins, the overall appearance is so huge, the silver-white mechanical body tells the distant and glorious era, but there is no one inside, only the tall and tall seats are slumped on the bridge in front of.

Miraculously, the screen above the bridge was still slightly bright, and intermittently unclear text and pictures flashed past.

Herman's eyes widened, those flashing pictures were precisely the precise drawings for heavy artillery fire!That is the ultimate treasure that contemporary mechanical scholars dream of!
But when the old man stretched out his hand and wanted to board the fuselage, Herman's palm passed through the fuselage, and the hard shell of this ancient giant creation became illusory, and then gradually disappeared...

Like a shadow that doesn't exist.

The adventurer sighed deeply, he had encountered this scene too many times...

He is here, but he is not here.

But this is also Herman's chance and curse.

The reason why Herman became a famous adventurer in the abyss is all due to the blessing bestowed on him by this imaginary mechanical hometown, where he was obsessed with the miracles made by his ancestors.

Until the delicate machinery gradually replaced the fragile body, the descendant of the giant transformed himself, and he found too many lost legends in this mechanical hometown.

But he could not find this world alone.

And at the last moment when the giant aircraft in front of him dissipated, the screen above the bridge flickered, and the ancient font was reflected in Herman's eyes.

'We will create a new world with our own hands, and our fellow men will no longer suffer. '

The phantom completely dissipated, leaving only the soft sound of wind and sand rolling over the ruins, so Herman continued to walk forward, walking firmly towards the very center of the city.

The city built by this giant is really too big. After an unknown amount of time, Herman finally approached the dead Tower of Babel. The old man raised his head and looked up at this ultimate creation full of ambition and fantasy.

It stands in the ruins of the city, with the invisible end of the muzzle facing the sky, as if angrily scolding the oppressive sky.

Herman finally saw the figure standing under the tower, and the old man heard the familiar guidance again.

"I will... always protect you all the time."

The ribbons of the golden layered lace dress danced in the wind, and the princess wearing a small golden crown quietly guarded the entrance of the tower.

She turned her head and made a solemn promise to the dazed adventurer: "Please believe us, please wait for us, we... will definitely get rid of the fate of extinction..."

"Our former king..."

Herman stopped walking, and the old man involuntarily asked, "Where are you..."

The world suddenly went into a trance, and the adventurer saw that the face of the giant princess gradually became unreal, black and white merged together, and the familiar feeling of falling once again occupied all the senses of the adventurer.

Herman snapped his eyes open.

This is no longer a country of black and white, but a warm hotel bedroom, with bright new kerosene lamps burning silently, bursting out with bright brilliance.

"Another strange dream, Mr. Hermann?"

The gentle female voice with a smile came to the adventurer's ears, Herman rubbed his brows, and sat up straight from the soft bed.

He saw that the witch had opened the window, and the woman was bathed in the morning light, happily enjoying exquisite pastries and hot tea.

"It's an old problem, and this is not a dream, but some kind of 'precognition'-like curse...Forget it, there is no point in mentioning this now...The vigil has worked hard, Sophia."

The old man shook his head and straightened his collar casually: "Did any accident happen in the second half of the night?"

"Yes, I have."

The woman immediately looked serious and replied seriously.

(End of this chapter)