Chapter 222: Perfect Art Form · Hell's Shishi Gate

Mechanical Divine Descent — This was a unique Stellar Energy Spell exclusive to the Ironcrown Family and the Cult of the Mechanical Deity.

The so-called God of All Machines was, in truth, a colossal Quantum Fortress forged by the Ironcrown Family, centered around the Miracle Stone · Law. Within its core, the Mechanical Core had undergone countless trillions of calculations, evolving over eons into the ultimate creation.

In a sense, the God of All Machines was never a divine being by birth. Instead, it was a self-made god — an artificial deity forged by the Mechanical Stellar Envoys, hammering with technology and kindling with wisdom. Though it was neither omniscient nor omnipotent, it had amassed knowledge and power far beyond mortal comprehension.

Now, through a deep resonance with the Quantum Fortress, a miraculous strength began to descend upon Ivan.

Slowly, he raised both arms. His nanite swarm, once bound within his mech, broke free and spiraled above him, forming a vast, rotating golden halo.

In an instant, the chaotic buzzing of their wings fell into perfect rhythm — a harmonious, sacred symphony, like the grand pipes of a cathedral organ.

Witnessing this divine spectacle, Ivan began the ritual prayer unique to the Cult of the Mechanical Deity. His voice, once cold and mechanical, now resonated with ancient reverence — a prayer that echoed through the endless expanse of the Quantum Space.

To the astonishment of all, the Gear Guardians, previously thrown into frenzy by Vivian’s Ten Machinery Kindling, suddenly stilled. One by one, they knelt in humble devotion, bowing toward Ivan as if before a true deity.

“I, Ivan Olson, in the name of Ironcrown, offer my nanite soul…”

“Grant us revelation, O God of All Machines. Bestow soul upon the machine, sanctify steel with divine grace!”

As he spoke, the outer shells of the quantum bees forming the golden halo flared with radiant white light. Like countless stars stitched into a celestial garment, they swirled around Ivan in perfect harmony.

Then, they reached across the void — connecting, through the swarm, to the distant Quantum Fortress. And from that vast, distant core, a sacred blessing descended upon him.

The next moment, Ivan’s mech began to transform. The sleek circuitry and quantum pathways across its surface slowly reshaped themselves — evolving into intricate, sacred totems reminiscent of ancient religious murals.

“Warning. Divine resonance detected. Swarm synchronization exceeds critical threshold.”

The alarm shrieked through the air — and Ivan snapped his head upward.

His pupils flickered with an eerie, otherworldly glow, as if something beyond dimensions was peering through his body, seizing control of his metallic form.

Behind him, the thrusters no longer emitted golden energy flames. Instead, two pairs of pure white wings — woven from the interlaced light of the nanite swarm — unfurled into the air.

Each feather shimmered with the brilliance of Stellar Energy, as if an invisible mechanized angel had crossed the void, wrapping its divine essence around him like a sacred embrace.

In that instant, the tides of Quantum Space surged violently. At the heart of the golden halo, a towering, indescribable silhouette began to solidify — a being over a hundred meters tall, a false god woven from quantum data and flawless machinery.

Its face was veiled in divine radiance, obscured by light, but its eyes — twin pools of Stellar Energy — burned like stars. Cold, unblinking, they surveyed the world below.

Looking up at this colossal presence, even Ivan — the paragon of logic and cold reason — betrayed a flicker of human-like ecstasy.

It was the ultimate hunger: for knowledge, for the unknown, for the edge of understanding.

This was the dream of every Mechanical Stellar Envoy — to reach the end of reason, to push past the boundaries of thought, and then transcend… to evolve.

With reverence in his voice, Ivan uttered the final words:

“Praise the Machine Soul, Saint Spirit… descend!”

The moment the words left his lips, his body and mech merged completely.

A new consciousness — Saint Spirit — emerged, replacing his former self as the core soul of the mech. The ultimate Machine Soul.

On the Dimensional Screen, the chat exploded.

“Holy crap… are you serious? Did he actually summon a god?!”

“The Ironcrown family just made a god — what even is science anymore?!”

“Wait, how is Grand Councilor even still relevant? If Ironcrown can summon gods and he still beats them… dude’s insane.”

For a moment, the audience truly believed Ivan had achieved a miracle.

But then Tian Dao spoke — and shattered the illusion.

“Using your own body as a base station, your prayer as the command code, remotely connecting to the super-sized Mechanical Core in Quantum Space.”

“Trading lifespan for a surge in computational power and Stellar Energy efficiency… you people really have turned quantum tech into art.”

The audience froze. Then, realization dawned.

“Wait… so it’s not magic? It’s just… cloud computing?!”

“So the God of All Machines was summoned via 5G? That’s science to the extreme!”

“Sacrificing your lifespan? That’s like maxing out your credit card to buy godhood.”

“Science’s end is theology. Theology’s end… is science.”

Though the truth had been revealed, Ivan remained unmoved.

At this moment, he had stripped himself down to the barest vestige of personality. The rest was handed over entirely to the Quantum Fortress far away.

And his only command — the sole directive — was simple:

Win. Capture the opponent, at any cost.

With that will burning in his core, Ivan slowly raised his Mechanical Combat Blade.

In response, a colossal golden sword — forged from a swarm of quantum bees — materialized above him, humming with a deep, resonant vibration.

Tian Dao’s eyes sparkled with quiet amusement.

Behind him, a translucent, otherworldly Quantum Cube appeared — a shifting, multidimensional puzzle, its faces flickering with alternating light and shadow. As it rotated, it painted a vision across the void — a gate to the underworld, slowly creaking open.

Perfect Art Form · Hell’s Shishi Gate!

There are many ways to ignite divine fire. The Ironcrown Family chose science as their forge, Stellar Energy as their fuel.

Though Tian Dao did not yet understand why the Ironcrown Family had created the Cult of the Mechanical Deity — why they’d gone to such lengths — he sensed a deeper truth.

If the believers were the foundation of a god…

Then perhaps, he had already found his own.

(End of Chapter)

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