I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Lingpingan stood at the door, looking at the guest, using a flashlight, and slowly walked towards the mist in the distance.

Soon, she disappeared from his sight.

"Speaking of which, this guest seems to have a story..." Lingpingan thought.

Her pointed ears, her outfit...

Everything proves that this Yin Shang sister has her own story.

But...

The other party didn't want to tell, and Lingpingan wouldn't ask further.

Respect others, this is a very basic quality.

After closing the door and pulling down the rolling shutter, Lingpingan looked at the kitten that emerged from behind the counter and touched the little guy's head: "My dear, go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow to work!"

Yes, he must upload the new book as soon as possible and then put it on the shelves to earn royalties.

In October, when my aunt comes back, the hole needs to be filled!

So he put the kitten on the towel by the door.

Then he turned off the lights and went upstairs humming a song.

The old stairs creaked and rickety.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way... there is a little white boat..." came the humming voice of the young bookstore owner.

In the dark bookstore, countless terrifying eyes opened one after another.

"There is an osmanthus tree on the boat...the white rabbit is playing..."

Countless tentacles are flying all over the sky, and the endless terrifying aura is wantonly exaggerated.

The entire bookstore, in an instant, turned into the most terrifying, dangerous and terrifying hell in all the world!

The ultimate demon, the terrifying beast that destroys the world, appears in countless civilizations and world legends.

They waved wildly, falling into the ultimate intoxication that they could not extricate themselves from in their master's singing.

It’s as if that song is the horn of destruction!

…………………………

Turn on the flashlight in your hand.

Sylvanas looked at it, this magical creation.

She didn't understand how this thing glowed.

However, she knew that without this thing, she would be unable to move in this fog.

Moreover, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out at all!

Keep moving forward, toward the front.

Suddenly, a little flame appeared in front.

The faint blue flames surrounded her.

Then, the sun appeared ahead.

Sylvanas took a step forward and emerged into the sunlight.

The sun shone warmly on her body, and the morning mist surrounded the mountain forest.

here it is……

Sylvanas is extremely familiar with this place.

"Eternal Song Forest!"

This is where she grew up!

It’s also where she plays!

This is where she fights!

She is extremely familiar with every mountain and valley here!

The "Children of the Sun" in her hand automatically opened in the sunlight. Countless words and symbols jumped out of the book, intertwining into a magnificent picture in front of Sylvanas' eyes.

This is the introductory art of the Son of the Sun.

Breathe the sun and master the basic method of the power of the sun.

It’s called: Sacrifice of the Sun!

It is the most perfect and most efficient basic method finally determined by the Sons of the Sun after countless years of exploration and summary on their home planet.

It is also the most efficient way to practice the power of the sun.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I listened to the murmurs ringing in my ears.

Sylvanas raised her head and looked up at the sun, the rising morning light.

Straighten your legs together, straighten your arms, and point symmetrically diagonally above your shoulders. Put the five fingers of your hands together into palms, palms facing outward, and fingertips pointing diagonally above the sky.

She gently followed the whisper in her ear and said, "Praise the sun!"

Countless words immediately turned into waves of warmth that penetrated her body.

Magnificent lines appeared in the pores of her skin.

Boom, boom, boom!

The heart beat slowly, and gradually turned into a golden heart!

The Sons of the Sun used their last power to directly lead Sylvanas to the Road of the Sun!

She directly became a child of the sun!

The sun fell on her body, casting a faint golden halo on her body.

Sylvanas took a deep breath, and the sunlight was swallowed into her body like breathing.

This saved her at least a year of practice!

Sylvanas gently stretched out her hand and held a ray of sunlight.

Then hold more.

The sunlight twisted into golden threads in her hands, as if they were alive.

"Seal of the Sun!" She said softly.

These golden threads flew towards her forehead, leaving a shallow mark on Quel'dorei's forehead.

It was a flame that seemed to burn forever!

At this point, she truly became a child of the sun.

A warrior who breathes the light and heat of the sun and vents his terrifying power on every enemy of the Son of the Sun!

"Natural disaster!" The newly born Son of the Sun jumped onto the crown of an ancient tree.

Bathed in the sunshine, her whole body seemed to be enveloped in a halo.

"Eternal sun, protect me!" She jumped forward and galloped towards Silver Moon City.

Although I don’t know how long I have been away.

But Sylvanas knows that her people and compatriots are waiting for her!

The Ranger General will never give up on her people as long as she lives!

Even death!

…………………………

After taking a bath, Lingpingan turned off the light and lay on the bed.

I don't know why, but he seemed to be fascinated, humming that song.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way... there is a small white boat..."

While singing, he slowly fell into sleep.

And even in dreams, this song seems to still be humming.

"There is an osmanthus tree on the boat, and the white rabbit is playing..."

While humming in his dream, Lingpingan felt more and more that he needed to compose the song again.

Then, he saw himself, appearing on a grand and sacred stage.

Countless enthusiastic audiences are waiting for this grand performance.

However, their appearance is not clear at all.

Around Lingpingan, many musicians were also looking at him.

It seems that in this dream, he is the soul of the entire band.

"Well..." Lingpingan looked at this dream and felt a little at a loss.

but……

Countless sincere eyes are looking forward to it.

Countless musicians are waiting.

They are all looking forward to a great and gorgeous performance.

They are all waiting for an unparalleled auditory feast.

This makes Lingpingan feel a little embarrassed.

He looked in front of him.

It was a strange and eerie drum.

Looking at this big drum, countless inspirations suddenly emerged in Lingpingan.

Boom!

He patted it lightly.

The band immediately started playing.

It is a piece of wilderness music that cannot be described in words or words.

The harsh sound of the flute penetrated everything.

The sharp sound of the flute almost tears the eardrums.

A completely disorganized piano, like thunder.

Countless dancers danced in completely incomprehensible dances.

But the audience in the audience screamed like crazy.

It seems that this great and gorgeous dance has already begun.

They were all immersed in it.

Even Lingpingan was infected by this atmosphere.

He discovered that he actually didn’t need to know anything about music theory.

He hit the big drum casually, and the audience was very happy.

It's a bit like a streamer. Even if it's out of tune, even if it's awkward, the fans will pay for it, be intoxicated, and will applaud one after another.

Brother is awesome!

Goose is awesome!

My brother’s music is unparalleled!

This makes Lingpingan feel extremely comfortable.

"It seems...although I usually hate traffic..." he had to admit: "but...if I become traffic...I will also be very happy!"

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that everyone is like this.

There are many things that I always complain about and dislike when I look at them.

But once you become the protagonist of that story.

So……

So delicious!

Although I understand that this is just a dream!

But he also started getting into it.

Who doesn’t want to be the center of attention that is highly anticipated and sought after by countless people?

Who doesn’t want to be admired and trusted by countless people?

Now, standing on the stage of dreams.

In the spotlight.

Feel the enthusiasm of the countless audiences in the audience.

Lingpingan became excited.

He slapped the big drum casually!

Bang bang bang!

The audience in the audience went crazy, with piercing screams and tsunami-like shouts that went on endlessly!

The band on stage was completely crazy.

The flute sounds long, the flute sounds high, and the piano sounds wildly!

Lingpingan was encouraged by this and became more and more confident.

He was hitting the bass drum and getting into it like a true artist.

Although, in fact, his drumming is completely random.

Rhythm?

tone?

unnecessary!

Just shoot and tap as you like.

The audience’s requirements are really low!

As long as he plays the drum, he is satisfied with the sound of the drum.

As for the rest? Not important at all!

This made Lingpingan really happy.

He was completely invested in it.

While knocking, he started singing.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way... there is a small white boat..." as he hummed.

The drumming began to have a rhythm and rhythm.

Although it's still a mess, at least it has a basic rhythm.

This sent the audience and other members of the band into a complete frenzy.

The feeling that gives Lingping peace is like a certain news picture that I have seen before.

Fans, watching the traffic on stage.

The flow took out a lipstick from his pocket, then smeared it on his lips seductively, and then threw it to the fans in the audience.

Fans are going crazy!

"Brother! Brother!"

"Moth... moth!"

They screamed and shouted wildly.

This moment was crazier than the moment Lingpingan had ever seen.

As he hummed, the audience went completely crazy.

The band on stage fell into a hysterical frenzy.

They played their instruments tirelessly and crazily.

The piercing sound of the flute is mixed with the eardrum-breaking sound of the flute. In the completely disordered sound of the piano, it enters a seemingly endless state of performance.

Countless lights focus on the stage.

Lingpingan beat the drum excitedly.

At this moment, he felt that he was the world and the world was himself!

This feels great!

"Maybe... I have the potential to become a super trafficker!" The young bookstore owner thought proudly in his dream.

…………………………………………

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of sacred drums came from the steel altar.

The will of the all-powerful spirit surrounds this sacred altar.

Great sacred music sounded on this holy altar.

In this great sacred music, every mechanical citizen and steel believer feels the carnival of the nano-cells in his body.

Countless mechanical organs are indulged in it.

Kneeling in front of the altar, countless mechanical mantras appeared on the body of Iron Sister Elizabeth.

The mechanical scripture in her hand emits endless light.

This light covered the sky and the sun, reaching straight into the sky.

Even the sky that was obscured by the power of the evil god could no longer be obscured.

The great will of the spirit of all opportunities violently tore everything into pieces!

The sacred voice of steel echoes in the sky, on the earth, and in every corner.

In this great divine sound.

Elizabeth understood, the oracle of the all-powerful spirit.

So, she stood up.

The will of steel is rendered in this sacred mechanical nun, the holy steel bhikshuni.

She turned around, and the great power of immortal steel emerged from her sacred body.

A pair of sacred wings filled with mechanical beauty and steel power spread out from behind her, and the holy steel feathers were surrounded by the blessings of the spirit of all machines.

This blessing is so sacred!

So much so that every mechanical citizen and steel believer feels a feeling of admiration coming from the deepest part of every nano-cell and mechanical organ in the body.

This is their savior!

The agent of the great Spirit of All Opportunities in the mortal world!

Immortal great steel angel!

Holy. Elizabeth!

This is the decision of the spirit of all opportunities!

"What are the expectations of the Spirit of All Machines?" In the Voice of Steel, Elizabeth asked each of her people, the lambs of the Spirit of All Machines.

"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!" The believers responded in unison, their voices full of strength and determination.

"What is the teaching of the Spirit of All Machines?" The steel wings behind Elizabeth fully opened, and Gatling cannons appeared on her wings.

Steel favored her.

Holy. Elizabeth!

"Face everything with absolute materialism and absolute rationality!"

"How should we repay the spirit of all opportunities?" Layers of steel armor appeared on Elizabeth's body.

This makes her a giant mechanical titan.

She looked down at everyone coldly.

"Let us fight and die!" the believers shouted in front of this miracle: "For the spirit of all opportunities!"

From the sacred steel altar, one mechanical guard after another crawled out.

Elizabeth's steel wings began to vibrate.

She pulled out a huge steel blade.

"Then fight!"

"For the Spirit of All Opportunities!"

"Starting today, we will fight to the death against the evil god!"

"Until we kill them all and drive them completely out of our world!"

"Just because they dare to blaspheme the great Spirit of All Opportunities!"

"I promise you..."

The Iron Angel said loudly, and her holy voice spread through the electronic cochlea of ​​every believer and echoed in their quantum master brain.

"Every warrior who fights for the Spirit of All Opportunities will receive the honor he deserves!"

"And everyone who is afraid or even betrays on the battlefield will be engulfed by the fury of machinery and steel!"

Along with her vows, endless mantras emerged on the sacred steel altar.

There is no doubt about the will of machinery and steel!

Fight for the spirit of all opportunities!

As a result, countless steel people across the North American continent understood the true meaning of machinery and steel.

At this point, each of them knelt down and began to pray devoutly.

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, and start the piston and engine..."

Holy prayers penetrated the sky.

Endless iron will envelopes the entire world.

In the chorus of millions of people praying.

The divine power begins to resonate.

……………………

Countless poisonous gases filled the entire atmosphere.

Countless steel buildings stand on the surface.

The sea here has evaporated.

Rivers and lakes have long since dried up.

This is Forge World Griffin V.

It is a forge world rebuilt in this desolate galaxy by the mechanical priests who escaped from the defeat of Griffin IV.

It is also a forge world that has lost contact with the Empire for more than thousands of years.

But they're still here.

The mechanical priests, with their iron will, stick to this place.

For the Forge World, and for the Omnissiah.

Under the surface, there is a criss-crossing network of steel pipelines.

Servants shuttled among them.

In the deepest part of the earth, in the core.

The Mechanical Bishop stood on the steel platform, overlooking everything in the entire forging world.

Now, it's prayer time!

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, and start the piston and engine..."

All the members of the Mechanicus were chanting devoutly.

Including Bishop Almunia.

This is a routine prayer.

The huge gears were slowly turning, and the huge forging hammer was beating continuously.

Red molten iron flows in every pipe.

The Mechanical Bishop prayed and watched everything.

The spirit of the machine remains the same today.

Suddenly...

The entire forging world seemed to be shaking.

The huge gears rotated at an unprecedented speed.

The red molten iron is boiling and reveling!

The huge hammers were beating everything crazily at an unprecedented speed.

The efficiency of the entire foundry world has reached an unprecedented level at this moment!

Mechanical Bishop Almunia raised his head.

His electronic pupils cheered after seeing all the equipment.

There was also fanaticism in the eyes of the servitors.

These servitors who had lost their ability to think suddenly began to pray in unison.

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, and start the piston and engine..."

All the machinery in the entire forging world roared at the same time: "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine..."

Among all the steel, the sacred voice of steel came out.

Dong dong dong...

That is the spirit of all opportunities speaking!

Dong dong dong...

That is the will of the great Omnisiah!

Almunia knelt down devoutly.

All the mechanical priests knelt down devoutly.

They kissed the iron earth.

"Praise the God of all opportunities!" They worshiped devoutly.

The machine soul is delighted!

For their loyalty and for their wisdom!

Then, the will of steel descended.

"I am the spirit of all opportunities..."

"Immortality in steel and machinery!"

"I also have a lot of steamed rivets..."

"More is good, big is beautiful..."

"I am the Bodhisattva Gatling, the great merciful and compassionate savior!"

Steel is singing, machinery is singing.

The will of the great Spirit of All Opportunities fills every inch of space!