Chapter 66 Diliya's Dream
Diliya sat in front of a mechanical consecration platform, and in front of her stood her reverent sage teacher.
The cumbersome ritual requires a lot of learning and memorization, and turning it into an instinctive reaction, Diliya picked up the incense burner of the Mechanic Cult, in which blue-gray nano smoke floated.
Circling around the great and sacred mechanical creation in front of her, Diliya spoke devoutly: ++Great creation, please allow my humble fingers to touch your Rune++ ("Here is speech" ++Here is a binary or report document++)
Diliya's hand grabbed the long rope connected to the heart of the holy object, raised one foot, and stuck to the specially designed stop point on the holy object, pulling the rope hard. After several reciprocating pulls, the sacred creation in front of her was awakened, making a convex and concave sound, and the active and violent shaking of the fuselage meant that the ceremony was successful and the machine soul was fully awakened. The majestic sage teacher nodded with satisfaction, indicating Diliya to move to the next step.
The consecration binary song became louder and faster, satisfying the needs of the soul in this sacred machine. Just as Diliya was concentrating on her consecration ceremony, everything in front of her began to collapse and disintegrate rapidly, and reorganized into a new scene.
The suffocating and oppressive venue disappeared, replaced by a wide hall shining with golden purple light, with red velvet hanging on the left and right, and in the middle was a magnificent throne that Diliya could hardly see with her electronic eyes.
"This is, this is the golden throne." Diliya's murmured voice echoed in this huge hall. She only knew about this legendary glorious creation from her teacher's words.
It is said that in Holy Terra, the incarnation of the God of All Machines sits on the golden throne connected to the entire Star Torch, using the shining light that can be captured in the terrible torrent of the subspace storm, and watching everything in the empire with his sacred power.
No one can understand the golden and magnificent throne so far, and they can only perform the simplest consecration ceremony to pray to it devoutly. In the past ten thousand years, the Star Torch has never dimmed, and the Golden Throne has never stopped running. The machine soul guided by the incarnation of Omnissia has maintained the operation of the sacred heritage with unbelievable stability and obedience.
"Dilia, come here."
"Yes, it is the voice of the incarnation of God." Dilia followed the guidance of the voice and approached the mountain-like golden throne. With every step closer, she felt that she was getting smaller and smaller, and it was simply not worth mentioning in front of such a miracle.
Crossing the golden cables with flowing electricity, Dilia finally came to the center of the throne, where Lin Fan was waiting for her.
"I, I" Diliya had no idea what expression and action she should use to face the sacred Lin Fan. The luster on his body was like a corona surrounding his side. The finely running golden gears behind him were tightly assembled together. There was no discordant sound of metal friction and collision in the complicated transmission and operation.
"Diliya, come closer to me."
Diliya felt that her whole body parts cheered and jumped for joy at Lin Fan's call. All the holy codes displayed in the data plug-in showed amazing joy. She felt that what she saw was so unforgettable and precious, which made her excited body leak a little oil.
After approaching Lin Fan, Diliya was pulled into his arms. Diliya, who was at a loss, did not dare to move and let Lin Fan hold her gently with both hands.
Looking into Lin Fan's gentle eyes, Diliya felt that her life was enough and there was no regret anymore.
Lin Fan, the incarnation of Slaanesh, felt extremely happy and delighted about the corruption of his dream. The mechanical priest was so obsessed with Lin Fan that he only needed to gently push her from behind, and this little guy loyal to the God of All Machines would sink into my arms.
Lin Fan changed his movements, holding Diliya's waist with one hand, and gently taking off his Roman robe with the other hand.
What did Diliya see? She saw that the upper body of Lin Fan, disguised as Slaanesh, was wrapped in a transparent unknown material, which contained a more complex and delicate mechanical structure. The heavily wound coils and well-wired cables were perfectly accommodated in this mortal-sized upper body, and the position of its heart was replaced by another ultra-miniature solar core, and the solar radiation in it shone on Diliya's face through the strong gravity shield rotating around it.
"Oh, my God, this gear, this mechanical structure"
Diliya's eyes were wide open, and she observed all the internal structures of Lin Fan with an excited look as if appreciating it. One hand unconsciously reached out to Lin Fan in this mood, as if she wanted to touch the body of the god with her own hands.
Sha Lishi felt the body that was subconsciously shaped in Diliya's dream and was speechless. The most beautiful and lewd scene that this innocent girl who had never been taught to feel the beauty of both sexes could imagine was the toilet of the damn corpse king and this cold body without any flesh and blood.
"She will definitely be very interested in the Necrontyr." Sha Lishi silently gave Diliya a precise label. After deciding to corrupt her and get happiness from Lin Fan, he let her have a good time with those metal soulless skeletons. Sha Lishi had not tried this kind of play, and he felt excited just thinking about it.
"Want to feel it?"
Diliya nodded frantically.
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"Asking for permission."
Delia's tears were about to flow, and her hands could touch this sacred body immediately.
boom! With a loud noise, Delia fell from the throne and fell to the hard ground. The magnificent golden throne disappeared, and the graceful body of the God of All Machines disappeared, leaving only Delia. The familiar scene of the fuselage heating up.
“中层甲板A134区？啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊不要啊！！！！”
Delia knelt on the ground, holding her head and wailing. She was just a little bit close again. Last time she was just a little bit able to perform a mission with the incarnation of the God of All Machines. She was very happy. This time she was just a little bit close to being able to directly touch the sacred body. This pain and anger made Delia's fist hit the ground hard.
There was another bang, and a blood-red serrated ax with a brass-like texture crashed down from the upper deck, landing right next to Delia.
"Why did you give me an ax?"
Delia, who picked up the ax, heard the ax talking to her: "Behind you."
Looking back, the damn patriarch who was killed by him today appeared in front of him again.
Delia's anger suddenly surged up, and she rushed forward with an axe: "It's you again! It's you again! Die for me!!!"
The patriarch waved his hands repeatedly to signal Delia to calm down and not be impulsive, but the words changed from his mouth, and a roar with the unique style of the patriarch came out.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"
Under the horrified gaze of the clan leader, Delia's ax also arrived. The ax hit the clan leader's left leg, completely cutting it off. Purple blood spurted out, and the clan leader's painful wail resounded through the cabin.