Alien world

Chapter 1212 Chapter 134. Pleasing the Machine Soul
Annan generously returned the spinning machine to Aipu.

After all, it's just a spinning machine that spins itself and needs a translator to communicate. It doesn't cost much to convert a spinning machine into a magic drive.

Luoxi, who followed Annan out of the mansion, was distraught.

"What's wrong with you?" Annan asked him.

"Without a machine soul... should we clarify this with the soldiers?"

"Why clarify?" Annan asked.

"Because it's not a machine soul..."

"Who says it's not a machine soul?" Annan corrected Luo Xi's mistake: "It looks like a machine soul, does things like a machine soul, moves like a machine soul, so it is a machine soul!"

As the name suggests, a machine soul is an inanimate soul. How does the soul of a spinning machine not match that?

It doesn't matter that he was once a human being. It would be even better if he had the soul of a warrior. Maybe it could cure the evil habit of treating guns as wives.

"You're right!" Luo Xi cheered up again.

Annan followed Luoxi to the camp. As soon as they arrived at the open space, they saw a large group of soldiers resting and sitting everywhere with magic muskets in their hands.

"I see you like a seagull sees the ocean..." Some soldiers expressed their deep love to the magic musket.

"I had some soup for breakfast and then went on duty. There were two drunks fighting in the bar. They vomited at each other while fighting, which made me vomit too..." some soldiers were talking.

"Great God of Magic Guns, please bless me..." Some were praying devoutly.

Some soldiers were cleaning their muskets, but they were using their saliva and sleeves to clean them. Other soldiers were cheering for the magic muskets.

Annan was shocked. Did he walk into some evil missionary place?
Luo Xi explained shyly: "The machine soul makes everyone very excited, and they all want to have a machine soul themselves..."

"Tell them that you have to respect and care about the gun in your hand in order to get equal treatment." Annan didn't think this was a bad thing, he just needed someone to guide them correctly.

"it is good."

Luo Xi walked to the open space, asked all the soldiers to rest and line up. After a light cough, he said: "The gun is our weapon, a weapon that fights alongside us. It is only natural to take care of it!"

He suddenly changed the subject: "It's good that you respect weapons, but if I see anyone drooling on a gun again, I'll make him wash the floor with his tongue!"

"Disband!"

Luoxi returned to Annan, and Annan suggested going to see the Hellfire and Musketeers next door.

The Hellfire soldiers behaved much better. They inherited Fermi's restraint - their specific approach was to hide in the dormitory and please the machine spirit alone, which was at least better than the blasphemous scene of the guards.

As the musketeers were deployed to guard the commercial street, not many of them stayed in the camp.

Annan thought that the chaos of "machine soul superstition" would disappear as no machine souls were born, but he made a mistake.

Late at night, Annan finished his meditation and looked at the time. He still had time to go to the tree in the other world and take another nap before dawn.

As a result, as soon as he reached the first floor, he was caught by Luo Xi who was guarding.

He said excitedly that the Guards Corps gave birth to the first magic musket spirit in Liberty City!
Annan suddenly lost his sleepiness and followed Luoxi to the camp in the suburbs, confused and expectant.

How can it be?

Although there is an actual instance of "Machine Soul", it is just a coincidence. In the final analysis, it is still made up to deceive people... How could such a thing really exist?

Could it be that the soul of someone who was killed by a strange monster is possessed by it?

When passing by the prison, Annan deliberately brought Slug with him and summoned the soldier who said that his magic musket gave birth to a machine soul.

"Lord Annan, Lord Commander!"

The young soldier held his head high and looked energetic, not like someone who likes to lie. "What's your name?"

"Pierre, sir!" the young soldier shouted.

Annan looked at the musket in his arms: "Is this the gun that gave birth to the machine soul?"

"Yes, my lord!"

"Boss Annan, there is no sound!" said the slug who was placed on Annan's shoulder.

Annan was skeptical, but he couldn't doubt his own soldiers, so Luo Xi asked for him: "How do you prove it?"

"I can sense its emotions!"

Annan pondered and said, "Your machine soul...what can it do?"

"It can cooperate with me in combat and aim at the enemy for me!"

"How to cooperate?"

Pierre looked up. The sky was getting brighter. Seagulls were circling over the seashore. He raised his gun, aimed at one of them, and shouted, "The Machine Spirit is helping me aim!"

Annan was silent for a moment, then turned to Luo Xi and said, "It is my fault for ignoring the mental health issues of the soldiers. I suggest that the soldiers be given regular psychological assessments every month."

"Take another look..."

Rosie appeases and asks Pierre to show some more talents.

At this time, the soldiers in the camp had already gotten up, washed, put on their plate armor, and gathered around, staring enviously at Pierre and the gun in his hand.

Annan's attitude was very firm. His original intention in creating the machine soul was to make people consciously take care of their tools, but if it affected the combat effectiveness, it would be better to ban it...

Then they came to the shooting range, and Losey asked the soldiers standing by to set up the target and let Pierre shoot.

The target is 50 meters away. It is not easy to hit the bull's eye which is only the size of a fingertip, but some sharpshooters can still do it.

Pierre stood still and began to load ammunition with his eyes closed. Annan did not react, because many skilled soldiers could do it... until Annan saw Pierre cover his eyes, rub his musket three times, raise the gun, aim for a moment, and pull the trigger -

boom--

The sound of muskets echoed in the air along with the crowing of roosters. Smoke rose up, and curious soldiers ran over, shouting excitedly: "Bullseye!"

Does this make sense…?
Watching Pierre take off the cloth and caress the magic musket affectionately, Annan couldn't help but doubt himself.

How is it possible... that there really is an organic soul?

But even an elf can't shoot a motionless target while blindfolded, right?

Annan couldn't figure it out and could only attribute it to the fact that this was a magical world where anything was possible.

As the first soldier to possess a machine soul and surpass the Hellfire, Losey immediately rewarded Pierre: he was promoted to centurion.

After a few days of fermentation, the theory of machine soul spread to all walks of life along with the spinning mill and the three legions. The mages in the Mage Tower began to conduct research on "machine soul".

Even Laila knew about it. When Annan teased her about why she hadn't caught any fish again and whether she should change the fishing rod, she rushed over and tore his mouth, shouting that she was not allowed to disrespect the machine spirit.

Everyone believes that machine souls really exist, except for Annan, the initiator of the conspiracy. He still cannot understand how an inorganic body can give birth to a soul...

Now there are magic guns, will there be magic cannons, houses, or even farm tools in the future?

However, the logistics department also stated that in recent days, the number of weapons and tools that needed to be replaced suddenly decreased.

So... this should be a good thing?

(End of this chapter)