Wizard: I can refine everything

Looking at the albino nobleman in front of him, Tyr's heart was instantly filled with fear.

How long has it been since he was afraid? ten years? Twenty years? Ever since he became a cardinal, fear seemed to have escaped him.

He is a warrior of the church, and fear should not appear in him.

But now he was afraid.

He felt an unprecedented pressure on this man, and the invisible pressure almost made him lose the desire to resist.

When did this man come in? How long have you been here? Have you been in this room all along, or did you follow him in? What was his method of disabling his prosthetic limbs?

Questions popped up in Tyr's mind one after another, but he didn't have the slightest strength to speak at the moment.

Looking at the silent Tyre, Richard seemed to remember something and snapped his fingers to dissipate the pressure on him. Although he is not a true fourth-level creature, his pressure is no different from that of the Lord of the ordinary world.

After the pressure was gone, Bishop Tire finally had the strength to speak.

"Is this 'alchemy'? It can turn my prosthetic limb into scrap metal in an instant. It's really an amazing skill. No, this can already be called a miracle."

Richard smiled and shook his head: "This is indeed an application of alchemy."

"Can I learn it?" Tell asked.

"You can learn it, but whether you can master it depends on your own talent."

Hearing that he could learn it, Tyer's heart trembled violently. He tried to calm himself down and said in a steady tone:

"So, Sage, what are the requirements for joining the church?"

"There are no conditions, as long as you are willing to pray for our Lord and be willing to help the development of the Order."

"That's all?" Tyer's tone was a little surprised, "But aren't you planning to change society?"

Richard leaned forward, his sharp eyes penetrated through the visor of the mask, passed through Tyr's eyeballs, and penetrated into his heart.

"No, I have no intention of changing the world, but I think that my congregation will change the world spontaneously. No one wants to be crowded in a small room with seven or eight people, no one wants to be unable to work without biomodification, no one wants to No one wants to work hard all his life, only to lie on the dirty straw and close his eyes.

Before that, they lacked strength. But now, I will give them strength. "

Richard leaned back on the backrest, his tone calm and hopeful.

"In the past, they had no choice. But now, I give them a choice. If they choose to continue living this way, then I will not fight for them. But if they are willing to change, then I am willing to give it to them Provide some guidance and help.”

"What power can you give them?" Tyr asked back, "Can you make those workers become knights? The Church of the Lord of All Machines will conduct a major physical examination every three years. The purpose is to select suitable candidates and transform them into knights. . I think, with your knowledge, you should know the difference between ordinary people and knights. Ten thousand ordinary people are not as important as one knight.

Can you make these ordinary workers knights? "

"Why not?" Richard asked rhetorically.

"I spent seven days evolving a mechanic from a mortal into a first-level creature. I spent another three days transforming him so that he could rival second-level creatures with the essence of a first-level creature.

Although the cost is significant, not everyone needs to spend such resources.

Tyr, how many knights do you have? One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand? But do you know how many workers there are?

Countless!

Your technical limitations allow you to only discover a little bit of the power within it, and I only need to discover a little more than you to win.

And it's not difficult. "

Anson on the side also spoke at the right time: "Teacher, what the Sage said is true. I watched with my own eyes as he promoted a completely unstrengthened mechanic from a mortal to a knight."

Taylor was silent.

He suddenly felt fear again at this moment. Although he had always been seeking change, when the change really came, he was timid.

He felt that the man in front of him who claimed to be a sage was a devil, and every word he spoke seemed to be filled with magic.

What he said sounded absurd and uninhibited, but he couldn't help but think that what he said was true.

The number of workers is uncountable, and as long as one thousandth of their power is discovered, the Royal Court and the Church of the Lord of All Machines will be crushed like worms under the wheels.

But... what about the two eternal god kings?

Compared with God King Yonghen, Wang Ting and the Lord of All Opportunities Church are also bugs.

Looking at the man in front of him, Tyer felt his heartbeat speeding up. Although he was still weighing the pros and cons in his mind, deep down in his heart, he had already made his decision.

Taire asked: "Can you remove the shackles on me first? I feel that even if I use it with all my strength, I will not be your single enemy."

"Wise opinion."

After saying that, Tyre saw a slender iron thorn protruding from Richard's hand. The iron thorn pierced his prosthetic body, leaving an imperceptible dent. The next moment, Tyre noticed a magical power flowing in his prosthetic body. Under this force, those stuck gears started to work again, and the solidified levers started to move again.

As the energy backpack pumped energy and high-pressure steam into the prosthetic limb, Thiel instantly "lived".

Tyr moved his prosthetic limb, and the smooth feeling almost made him think that the confinement just now was an illusion.

He looked at Richard, then knelt on his knees and bowed heavily.

"Sir, please lead me to the right path."

…

In the Dongcheng District of Bruno City, two short figures wearing cloaks entered a tavern.

In most worlds, taverns are a mixed bag. In this place full of different identities and personalities, people can always find out some interesting things.

"Old Gerry, you are still alive."

In the tavern, an old goblin with dark skin and a shriveled figure looked at others in surprise.

Beside him, an old goblin who was older but looked twice as good as him drank all the beer in his hand and opened his arms to his old friend.

"Old Gunter, you old guy is still alive, how can I die in front of you?"

The two old goblins hugged each other and then found a table to sit down.

"Old Gerry, are you just lucky enough to win a lottery ticket? I remember you couldn't move before. But you look like this now... tsk tsk, you're so good!"

With that said, Old Gaunt patted Old Gerry hard on the back.

Old Gerry asked the tavern waitress to serve the wine, and then said to Old Gerry with a somewhat mysterious expression: "Bullshit lottery tickets, those things are just to fool our gang of slave workers, and the winners are all their insiders.

I was rescued by this monk. "

"This monk?"

When Old Gunter heard the name, his expression changed slightly.

During this time, the name of this monk spread like a plague in Dongcheng District. Some say that he is the chosen one of the perfect Lord, who came to this world to save workers like them who live in suffering.

Some people say that he is the messenger of the alien god, who came to this world to replace the Lord of Perfection and reshape the world. Others say that he is a chosen one of the abyss, a messenger of the abyss wearing skin. All the people he rescued will become slaves of the abyss in the future.

But among the many rumors, the common point is that this monk is really saving people.

But Dongcheng District is very large. After a busy day, workers’ backs are broken when they return home, so they rarely go out. So this monk's name is like an urban legend that everyone knows. Many people know about it, but few have seen it.

"Did this monk really cure your illness?" Old Gunter was a little unbelievable.

He knew about Old Gerry's disease. It was an occupational disease in the Mucha Chemical Plant. Once he got it, unless he had long-term blood transfusion and organ replacement, he would be dead.

But looking at old Gerry's current appearance, he doesn't look like he's sick. His physical condition is better than that of a healthy goblin like him.

"Of course." Old Gerry replied, "Don't listen to the nonsense outside. This monk is a very good man. If you ask me, he is a saint, sent by the Lord of Perfection to save us workers."

Old Gunter was thoughtful and then asked: "What does this monk look like?"

"What he looks like...I don't know very well about this. This monk is very tall, almost like a nobleman. When he was treating me, I couldn't even kowtow, so how could I see his appearance again."

"Then what is he wearing? How is he dressed?"

"When he was treating me, he was wearing a gray robe with patches on it. But if you look for him here, you may not be able to find him. Let me tell you, if you want to find this monk, just look for him. The tall man is holding a wooden stick. The wooden stick in this monk's hand is a treasure given to him by the sage, and he relies on that wooden stick to heal his illness. "

Old Gunter nodded and then touched his belly.

If this monk can cure diseases, can his disease also be cured?

Old Gunter didn't notice that while he was talking to Old Gerry, two pairs of eyes had been watching him secretly.

Soon, two men in black robes left the tavern. After they went out, they walked around the dirty and complicated street system in Dongcheng District several times. After confirming that no one was following them, the two men in black robes pulled down their hats, revealing the unique metal helmets of the Church of the Lord of All Machines.

"This monk, it seems we don't have to create a cult ourselves, Yimi Luo."

The goblin known as Imilo replied: "Loren, I feel that this cult is a little different. You can cure diseases with a stick. This is like a plot that only appears in a drama.

The Flesh Priests of the Lord of Flesh Church can only speed up the healing of wounds, but they can never cure diseases. "

Loren laughed disdainfully when he heard this: "Have these mud legs ever seen on the market? With a little disguise, our prosthetic limbs can look like ordinary people's arms.

Don't think too much, the cult is rumored to be miraculous, and in the end no one can stop the continuous steam flying arrows. "