Wizard: I can refine everything

On the railway, the dark train stopped quietly at the desolate platform, waiting for the giant python to prey.

This is a stop sign built in the suburbs. In the past, there was a small town that grew up due to mineral veins at the location corresponding to this stop sign. Later, as the mineral veins dried up, the town corresponding to the stop sign gradually became lonely.

This stop sign is also on the verge of being abandoned.

In the past thirty years, a train has not stopped at this platform.

But today, this platform welcomed the most distinguished guest since its establishment - a special train of cardinals.

"Sir, everything goes well. The rebel Victor has been captured."

In the train, Taylor sat in a carriage in the middle of the train, quietly listening to the reports from the front lines of the battlefield.

"Very good, bring him here. Also, what are your personnel losses and how many seriously injured people need treatment."

Tyre's voice was filled with natural certainty. As a group of warriors who were performing a mission for the first time and even killing people for the first time, it was normal for the Miracle monks to suffer damage after capturing a well-defended fortress manor.

At least that's how Thiel sees it.

"Sir, you may not believe it." The exclamation voice of the operation leader came from the crystal communicator, "There were no casualties among the soldiers you brought. There were only a few injured people. They deliberately faced the high pressure. Caused by steam cannons.

This operation was like an outing, and our biggest difficulty turned out to be finding Victor. "

Listening to his subordinate's report, Taier fell into silence. After a moment, he said: "Since you have achieved the mission goal, retreat. I will wait for you at the platform in the suburbs."

After saying that, the communication was hung up. Tyr looked at his left hand and sighed slightly.

"I went through so much hardship and put in so much effort to get this good prosthetic body. I didn't expect it to be wrong. It's really ridiculous."

Rumble...

Suddenly, a dull sound came from outside the train.

When Tyre heard this voice, he suddenly felt a trace of doubt and suspicion in his heart.

The kingdom's railways are controlled by the Lord of All Machines Church and the Royal Court. However, compared with the personnel of the Lord of All Machines Church, the number of nobles in the Royal Court is too small, and it is difficult to even play a supervisory role.

Therefore, the Kingdom’s railways can almost be said to be the private property of the Church of the Lord of All Machines.

And now that there is a civil war in the Church of the Master of All Machines, the railway has naturally become a part of their fight.

However, unlike the treatment of priests, the methods of both factions in dealing with these ordinary people who do practical things are very gentle. The railway is as important to the kingdom as the blood vessels are to the body. If there is a lack of people to do the work, the entire kingdom's railway system may be paralyzed.

As a cardinal, Thiel naturally had his own subordinates in the railway system.

The schedule of this railway was temporarily changed half an hour ago, and all trains that need to pass this railway are either modified or out of service. And to be on the safe side, the two railroad schedules surrounding this track were also changed.

But now, a train is coming.

Woo!

The train suddenly honked its whistle, and then the crystal communicator in Taylor's hand began to vibrate.

Tyr connected, and an old voice came from the crystal communicator.

"Tiel, long time no see."

…

Dunling City.

A streak of thunder flashed across the dark sky, and soon, accompanied by a dull rumble, huge raindrops fell from the sky.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Ben closed the window.

Although his body no longer catches a cold, and his bed is no longer next to his bed, his habit over the years still makes him habitually close the window when seeing heavy rain.

In the room, Ben sat at the desk, silently practicing the modified version of the Formless Sacred Scripture that Richard had given him.

After sufficient research on martial arts, Richard modified the Wuxiang Sacred Code, the Wuxiang Valley's Zhenpa martial arts. After the modification, the power of the Wuxiang Sacred Code was much weakened compared to the original version. However, the fatal side effect of overdrawing the soul when running at full power has also been eliminated, which can be regarded as a pros and cons.

The true energy flows along the meridians and passes through Ben's internal organs. Even the auxiliary organs implanted by Richard are within the true energy circuit. Under the warmth of the true energy, Ben felt that his body was warm.

The Wuxiang Sacred Code is a martial arts that combines three paths into one, but it is not the Qi path that moves the true energy, but the Jingdao. Infuriating energy will not increase during operation, but will be consumed as it nourishes the body.

Under the warmth and nourishment of the true energy, Ben's body cells began to become active, and the core of life was stimulated by this activity, resulting in extremely small changes.

This change is very inconspicuous, but over time, even the smallest changes will turn into big changes that can be directly observed.

In the void, Ulises quietly observed Ben.

As the Pope, Ben's strength is only that of a first-level creature. Even though his combat power far exceeded that of ordinary first-level goblins, Ulises still chose to protect him secretly out of insurance.

Ulises could feel that the sleepiness coming from his soul was becoming more and more obvious. It is estimated that within a few years, he will fall into a deep sleep.

He now has to ensure that the church can continue to develop in a healthy manner for a long time after he falls asleep.

Ulisses felt that it was unreliable from the bottom of his heart to let Richard, a wizard, manage the church. Even though Richard is now trying his best to pretend to be a magician, he has a cold rationality that is unique to wizards, so that when he plays a priest, he must have layers of buffs to prevent him from looking out of place.

After all, Richard is a non-believer. He doesn't know what a believer should be like, nor does he know what state a believer should be in after receiving God's revelation.

The civilization system of the gods is just a tool for him to go home, and his roots are still wizards.

Suddenly, the eyes of the somewhat lazy Ulysses suddenly changed.

As the god second only to Richard in the pantheon of the Miracle Order, he could feel that the number of his fanatics had suddenly decreased by a few.

As an old god, he immediately realized that something was wrong - someone was slaughtering his believers.

"Isn't the bishop of this city from Tyre? Did the church send people to break in?"

Ulysses' eyes lit up with holy light. As a god, he could use his idol to project his gaze. And as he activated his power, all the idols of the Miracle Order in this world became his eyes and ears at this moment.

Under the gaze of his idol, Ulysses saw that a large number of cybernetic knights were besieging the priests of the Miracle Order.

These cybernetic knights who transformed their bodies into machines were like real robots. Even if their teammates beside them melted under the light of divine magic, it did not delay him from shooting the steam arrows in his hands.

"Cyborg knights? Haha, Tyr has been looking for you for so long, but I didn't expect you to attack the most unlikely and the most inappropriate person to attack."

A cold light flashed in Ulises' eyes, and the next moment, all the attacked Miracle Order churches lit up with holy light.

The priests saw that the Raven God, who was originally standing on the left shoulder of the Lord of Miracles, flew down from the shoulder of the Lord of Miracles, burning with a gentle but tyrannical holy light.

A voice came from the Raven God's mouth.

"God said that those who do not believe will die!"

...

"Lord Bert, long time no see." Tyr said calmly to the crystal communicator.

Bert Garrett, the current pope of the Church of the Lord of All Machines. Logically, he should be in the palace of the Holy See at this moment, devoutly studying the mysteries of machinery, or discussing the offerings for the next ten years with a noble. Even if he thought of the worst, he should be in his manor now, changing into the flesh and blood body made for the church and enjoying himself all night.

He should not be here.

A bad thought flashed through Tyr's mind.

As expected, Pope Bert's first words struck him like lightning.

"Sir Tyr, give up."

Tyr was silent for a long time. To be honest, the Pope of the Church of the Lord of All Machines should have been the most hardcore church faction. After all, no one likes to have a group of masters who look down on him.

But now, Pope Bert actually asked him to give up.

Is this world crazy?

"Lord Bert, can you tell me why?"

Tyr tried his best to keep his voice steady. This situation of fighting on the front line and his commander suddenly surrendering made his brain a little confused.

"Because of the oracle." Bert replied, "The great Lord of All Machines gave me an oracle, saying that a big war is coming. We must unite as one to defeat those fellows who have been corrupted by the evil demons."

"Just because of one sentence?"

Tyr couldn't hold it anymore. When people are extremely speechless, they often laugh. The nominal leader of the church faction, the pope of the Church of the Lord of Ten Thousand Strikes, actually surrendered because of a sentence.

"That's the oracle!" Belt's voice suddenly became heavy, "Tyr, you have embarked on an evil path. The purpose of studying machinery is to make us closer to the gods, not to disobey the gods!"

Hearing this, Tyr was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Haha, good, good! My Lord Belt, my Pope! Why didn't I see that you are such a devout believer before?"

But while laughing, Tyr's heart was filled with a strong sadness.

He knew that Pope Belt was dead, and the one he was talking to now was just a body controlled by the Royal Court.

As the pope of the Church of the Lord of Ten Thousand Machines, Belt was the one who didn't believe in God the most. The scriptures of the Church of the Lord of Ten Thousand Machines have been used by him as padding for the corners of the table for many years.

He couldn't say this.

"I didn't expect the Royal Court to even mobilize the ancient heritage." Tyr said bitterly in his heart.

The Royal Court holds many ancient heritages, and their current crystal technology was born from those ancient heritages.

It is not unimaginable to use heritage to brainwash a goblin.

At this moment, Tyr suddenly felt that the whole body transformation of the prosthesis was not so good, so that he could not even cry now.

"Sir Tyr, give up, you are a very talented child. As long as you return to the arms of God, He will forgive you."

Tyr felt disgusted when he heard this voice. He said such disgusting words with the body of his best friend, his elder, and his guide. Have the nobles of the Royal Court also fallen?

"Give up? Put your mother's head down!" Tyr held the crystal communicator and roared, "You bastards of the Royal Court! I, Tyr, swear in the name of the Lord of Miracles. I will pull you out of the bunker one by one, throw you into the furnace one by one, and cast you into sculptures, and kneel forever in front of Lord Belt's tomb to repent!"