Chapter 615: I Have Grown a Machine Spirit!

"What are you panicking about?"

"It won't be chaotic!"

The bridge door slowly opened, and a calm, ordinary human voice sounded from behind the door.

Xie Mohe immediately turned his head following the sound, and saw a human who looked as if he had not undergone any modification or enhancement walking in from the bridge door.

That human was so ordinary, completely unable to see any special features, but his voice seemed to possess a unique charisma; that calm and not-so-loud voice made the Necron Phaerons and Overlords quiet for a moment.

"You..." Xie Mohe opened his mouth in surprise, only to see that human's gaze sweep lightly over every Necron present, lingering on each Necron for only a brief moment.

It was in this brief moment that Xie Mohe's gaze overlapped with that human's.

A strange, indescribable feeling suddenly sprouted in Xie Mohe's metal body,

like the first coin being dropped into an empty piggy bank,

like the first drop of rain falling in a desert that had been parched for ten million years,

like the bit of wisdom gained when a beast first looked up at the starry sky,

like everything that had once been empty suddenly having a bit of support.

Xie Mohe felt surprise, not the fake surprise simulated by his logic brain, but a concrete emotion, a fulfilling emotion that only existed in his fragmented memories.

He felt that his metal body, which had originally been empty, suddenly had something in it, had a bit of rhythm; something was beating in his body, like a slightly warm heart, supporting him in producing emotions, producing existence, producing meaning.

Xie Mohe's metal body trembled.

What was that?

What was this strange feeling?

A soul?

It seemed to fall short of what a soul used to be; it was much thinner, much more fragile, and much simpler.

If a true soul was a warm ship in a sea of cold matter,

then what Xie Mohe was riding now was a piece of driftwood in the water.

But for someone who had always been drowning, a piece of driftwood was already a heavenly grace.

"I have grown a machine spirit! I have grown a machine spirit!!"

A female Phaeron was the first to react, letting out a cheer of ecstasy.

Her emotions were so intense, clear, and real that they infected the Phaerons and Overlords around her, further infecting all the Necrons and Phaerons present.

These cold metal shells felt the warmth within their bodies; if they still possessed the ability to shed tears, they would have been weeping bitterly at this moment.

"The Saint Doraemon is above!" a Phaeron roared, kneeling at the feet of that mortal on the spot.

That mortal seemed completely unsurprised; he just revealed a flat smile, slowly extended his hand, and placed his palm gently on the Phaeron's head.

Scorching heat.

All the Necrons felt the scorching heat on that mortal's body.

In a trance, they realized that the mortal was a star, a sun, the source of all power,

and the machine spirit within them, that bit of warmth and existence within them, was merely the light radiated from that human.

And that Phaeron who was being touched on the head was being illuminated by the star alone, becoming more scorching than the other Necrons, with a more powerful machine spirit within.

He beat me to it!

Xie Mohe cursed in his heart; he had actually reacted slowly at the critical moment!!

"My Lord!!" Xie Mohe yelled, popping out from among the Necrons with a pounce, kneeling beside the human: "Your human subjects who have wandered for ten million years have finally returned to your side!!"

A smile, still the flat, unsurprised smile.

That person gently placed his hand on Xie Mohe's head, and Xie Mohe immediately felt power being injected into the machine spirit within him, becoming more powerful and clear...

Thus, the Phaerons and Overlords went crazy.

That person had not said a word, yet had conquered them with simple actions alone; all arrogance vanished at this moment.

They knelt on the ground, extending their hands toward that human like slaves begging for a favor, issuing the most intense pleas they could think of.

"I beg you! My Lord!"

"God!"

"Father!!"

But that person merely lifted one hand gently.

All the Necron Phaerons and Overlords went quiet.

"I promise you, I promise to grant you true souls."

"But you must not call me God, nor may you worship other gods, nor may you be loyal to monarchs who have not yet submitted to me."

"You must remove the skulls of aliens and mutants, and accept pure human skulls; you must remember that you are the Iron Skull subspecies of the human race, and must no longer boast of being Necrons."

"If you do so, when the Silent King and the Szarekh die or surrender, I will grant you brand new souls."

"Believe, and I shall be your Omnissiah, your Primordial Power; do not believe, and I shall let you see the King of Darkness." ===== CHAPTER 616 =====