From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 573: Chapter 517: Mechanical God Descends!

The Lorne Empire had a city built in the last dozen years.

Reforging City!

This city was unlike any other.

It was a city entirely given over to the Reforging Church by the Emperor of Lorne and the Council, symbolizing the Lorne citizens’ goodwill towards the Reforging Church, which henceforth became more and more undecided in its allegiances, vacillating between Lorne and the Seven Stars.

Today, they would finally make their ultimate allegiance.

In that purely mechanical steam punk city, every inch exuded industrial romance with sky-high iron towers, complex gear structures, meandering steam pipes, with every corner of the city permeated with a faint scent of machine oil and the mist of steam, as if time had been frozen by precise machinery.

The people of this city were completely ruled by the Reforging Church, their lives in strict compliance with a highly organized, mechanized routine.

The heart of Reforging City was a huge central clock tower, a symbol of time and the heart of the city’s operations, where intricate mechanical devices inside precisely controlled the city’s rhythm, functioning from sunrise to sunset, each detail meticulously arranged.

The residents’ homes were all small, exquisite mechanical houses equipped with various automated devices, which, activated by the melodious bell sounds from the clock tower each morning, gradually awakened the sleeping inhabitants with soft steam mist and warm light.

Steam-powered public transport shuttled between the streets, with steam buses following preset tracks and routes, delivering passengers punctually.

The people were dressed in elegant garments, donning top hats, and carrying exquisite yellow pocket watches to their respective workplaces.

From precise clockmakers to complex mechanical engineers, everyone contributed their strength to the city’s operation in their respective positions.

In huge factory workshops, various steam-driven machines roared as workers coordinated with mechanical arms, producing exquisite mechanical artifacts.

In the evening, when the clock tower chimed melodiously again signaling the end of the workday, the people returned home.

At night, the lights of Reforging City gradually lit up, the lamps powered by steam emitting a soft glow, draping this city of machinery in a mysterious and romantic veil.

This steam city was a utopia of harmonious coexistence between humans and machines, where everyone found their place in this highly mechanized societal system, abiding by rules while enjoying the conveniences and pleasures brought by technology.

And all that technology originated from the “God of Reforging” Divine Oracle.

Naturally, only the followers of the Reforging Church had the privilege to reside in this sacred city of the Church; without exception, even children were modified—no, they did not call it modification, but “reforging”!@@novelbin@@

In the center of Reforging City stood a magnificent Mechanical Temple, an awe-inducing iron forest formed by intertwining huge gears, precise levers, and meandering steam pipes.

At the temple’s center was an altar made of countless precision machines, inset with various transparent crystals that flickered with strange lights, as if containing endless power.

A group of Reforging Church Priests clad in white robes, holding metal and crystal-encrusted Magic Wands, surrounded the altar, their eyes filled with devotion and awe.

Amid the priests, the Chief Priest of the Reforging Church, dressed in a lavish robe and wearing a high hat inlaid with dazzling transparent crystals, slowly stepped into the center of the temple.

The Reforging Church had no Pope, only a Chief.

His eyes flashed with wisdom and a cold brilliance, his hand gripping a scepter forged from unknown metal, the tip set with a gem emitting a soft blue light, which served as a medium for communicating with the Mechanical Reforging God.

“O God of Reforging, who brings renewal to all things!”

“The world awaits Your full descent, only You can reforge everything, nothing is perfect, they all need Your reforging to be reborn!”

“Now in the Seven Stars, self-proclaimed formidable mortals foolishly attempt to reach the unreachable ladder of the divine!”

“Please perform a true miracle, cast Your shadow to mete out punishment!”

As the Chief chanted, the priests also began to chant ancient Mechanical Spells softly, their voices blending with the mechanical humming in the temple, creating an indescribable harmony.

The gemstones on the altar began to emit an increasingly intense light, as if they would illuminate the entire temple.

“God of Reforging!”

“I will sacrifice to You the faith of those who wield Your power, Your miracles have spread across the continent, Your power naturally can also manifest in the gradually reforged world!”

Suddenly, the Chief raised the scepter high, calling out the revered name of the Mechanical Reforging God, and a powerful energy burst from the gem in the scepter, shooting into the heavens.

Meanwhile, the priests pointed their Magic Wands toward the altar, and then the entire city seemed like an immense mechanical altar beginning to glow!

Yes.

The entire Reforging City was an altar.

Streams of mechanical power converged, forming a powerful energy flow shooting towards the sky!

At that moment, the skies of the entire world seemed to rip apart as massive gears slowly emerged from the void, slowly rotating in the air, emitting deafening roars as if to engulf the entire world.