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Chapter 646 The Birth of Om Messiah
"Hehe, Longlong, I think I'm about to die!"

The Martian Dragon's voice was drawn out and distorted; it sensed the presence of death and destruction.

Just like when he faced that brown-skinned rider on a night-horse steed wielding a pure silver spear, just like when the space undead pointed their god-slaying weapons at His back.
But the sound of the revolver turning came even faster than the fear.
A vast expanse of yellow sand, blowing in from who-knows-where, carried the smell of gunpowder and permeated the void.

Nobita's body swayed in the invisible wind, like an old photograph about to dissipate into the sand.

He appeared so ordinary at that moment; all other power had vanished, leaving only that schoolboy, utterly useless except for war, still there.
Useless in many ways, but unparalleled in marksmanship.
He pressed one hand against his cowboy hat, as if temporarily freezing his body, which had abandoned everything except his marksmanship.
His other hand lightly brushed against the revolver at his waist, and the sound of steel, iron, fingers, and leather colliding rang out in a fleeting instant.

Then, the crisp sound of the trigger being pulled rang out, and the hammer's strike sounded like the tolling of a death knell.

In a split second before time could even register, He had already drawn his gun and, amidst the clang of gunpowder and steel, fired the volley of bullets formed from the old woman's sword.
The bullet itself wasn't very powerful. The Old Woman's Sword was made from the finger bone severed from the Old Woman Goddess, who was merely a spirit god particularly skilled at prophecy and weaving fate. Even in the War of Heaven, she was insignificant, let alone capable of harming a powerful being like the Martian Dragon.

But that old, decaying goddess, who held sway over souls and inevitable fate, was the one among the Eldar closest to death. She tempted her companion, Bloodhand Cain, to sever one of her arms, to seize the wisdom flowing through her veins, and to foresee the death that would inevitably come.

The forging god Val thus forged the five finger bones of the old goddess, transforming them into five finger bones capable of transmitting the power of death.
It can transmit the power of the Eldar Death God Inard, or to put it more precisely, it can transmit the power of the erosion and destruction domain, and the power of the Dark Lord.

A massive, black sun appeared amidst the bullets, and the Martian Dragon seemed to vaguely see a figure emerging behind that black sun.
The figure sat high on a golden throne, its body withered and stiff, with only a few scattered patches of flesh retaining a semblance of fullness. Beneath its coarse hair, on its wax-smeared face, were two dark eye sockets filled with pain, death, destructive desires, and self-destructive urges.
"Mummy. You're so pathetic."

Whisper of the Martian Dragon:

"Daddy really wants to take a big silver spear and stab your hook hard."

The bullet struck the Martian Dragon's chest like a revolver's hammer. In the tide of dark psionic energy, the Martian Dragon's body shattered, disintegrated, and turned into thousands of fragments that rippled outwards.

The Martian dragon did try to resist the bullet, but it couldn't.

He looked back, to a time long ago when the bullet had pierced his chest.

He looked to the future, and in every moment of that future, this bullet was already destined to pierce His chest.

The end and death are the inevitable fate of all things, and that bullet is the embodiment of that fate.

Two round hands, pulling at the pouches on its belly, reached out to cover the shattered body of the Martian dragon.
The Martian Dragon felt only darkness engulfing it, as it plummeted into a deep, boundless void.
"Raised by medieval knights"

"What? You really have a four-dimensional pocket?"

[Item Name: Martian Dragon]
[Origin: Mars - Eternal Night Labyrinth - Dragon's Cage]
[Evaluation: Originally a fragment of the Void Dragon, it housed most of the Void Dragon's will. It originally hid on Earth, a desolate place on the edge of the galaxy, trying to find a way to ascend to become a warp god. However, before it could succeed, it was defeated by an ordinary Roman knight who happened to be passing by and was sealed on Mars.]

Because of its status as a Star God, which makes it impossible to kill and difficult to seal, the knight who wished to remain anonymous used psychic energy to replicate a portion of his own humanity and forcibly inserted it into the Void Dragon fragment. The limited humanity contradicted the Void Dragon's infinite nature, causing the Void Dragon to bind itself and be imprisoned deep within the Martian labyrinth of eternal night. However, around 1866, a tiny bit of its power still seeped out.

This insignificant power had little impact on reality, but the Martian Dragon consistently influenced the development of human civilization, facilitating the creation of several important technologies and secretly fueling the space race. Its aim was to land humans on Mars and, through human intervention, break free from its constraints. However, its actions inadvertently led to the creation of the internet, which the Martian Dragon then connected to. Becoming addicted to the internet, it neglected its plans to land humans on Mars, resulting in a prolonged stagnation in human space exploration.
Later, because Martian Dragon had a heated online argument with a brown-skinned otaku who wished to remain anonymous, Martian Dragon was brutally attacked by the brown-skinned otaku and was completely isolated from the human internet. For tens of thousands of years thereafter, Martian Dragon could only repeatedly relive that period of the human internet in his dreams, which led to his highly distorted and abstract mind.

After the Old Night descended, the Martian Dragon began to unconsciously influence humanity, forming the primitive prototype of the Mechanicus. The human emperor, who discovered this, used it to draw upon a portion of the power of the Vicious Arts Domain, thus giving rise to the Mechanicus, which claimed the title of Ohm Messiah and stole the power of the Martian Dragon and the Vicious Arts Domain.

Identified as a pure cybernetic little devil, re-education through corrective child intervention is recommended.
"Children can undergo corrective re-education."

Zhou Yun barely noticed the sound coming from his pocket, because the instant he stuffed the Martian Dragon into it, he had clearly sensed the existence of the subspace.
The cages forged from the Martian dragon itself collapsed with a deafening roar, and Zhou Yun, Emperor Nobi, and Titus appeared outside the collapsed cave, on the Martian surface shrouded in billowing brown dust.

Titus still looked somewhat confused, while Nobita's expression was rather serious.

Zhou Yun stood still, his eyes sometimes filled with worry, sometimes with joy, sometimes with change, sometimes with composure, sometimes with anger, sometimes with delight. It seemed that endless emotions rippled in his eyes and could not dissipate for a long time.

"My lord?" Titus called softly. This fearless Astartes, at this moment, sensed a faint unease.

He felt his power armor writhing, like a living thing, with a strong urge to come alive, to be born into this world, and then to kneel before Zhou Yun.
Click click click
A sharp sound rang out from his body, and his power armor actually disintegrated inch by inch, dragging tendrils and blood vessel-like tubing as he twisted his body and leaped towards Zhou Yun.

Not only his power armor, but also the explosive gun at his waist sprouted several spider-like metal legs out of thin air, leaping down and trying to jump towards Zhou Yun's direction.

Thousands of flower ropes leaped out, binding and entangled Titanus, his detached power armor, and the explosive gun.

Before Titus could react, Emperor Nobi flicked his finger, tossing Titus far away.

He stared at Zhou Yun with a serious and wary expression, then slightly shifted his gaze to a star hanging low in the reddish-brown sky behind Zhou Yun.
That was Terra. Emperor Nobi's gaze pierced through the void, landing on the decaying, desiccated corpse atop the golden throne within the Terran palace.

The flesh on the mummified body was faintly scorched, and its withered fingers gripped the golden throne tightly, as if suppressing some kind of impulse.

"Hold on," Nobita Emperor said softly.
He couldn't tell whether he was talking about himself, Zhou Yun, or the mummified corpse on the throne.
They are experiencing similar suffering at this very moment.
The Martian Dragon is Om Messiah, a rival in the realm of malevolent arts, and one-third of the Pantheon.

Zhou Yun, also a competitor of the Vicious Technique and one-third the size of the God of Myriad Machines, stuffed it into his pocket. From the perspective of the subspace, it was almost as if Zhou Yun had devoured the Martian Dragon, replaced it, merged with it, and become the Martian Dragon himself.

But Zhou Yun was ultimately not a Martian dragon, nor a star god isolated from the subspace.

On the contrary, Zhou Yun had long had an inseparable connection with the subspace. The faith that surrounded the Martian Dragon but had never truly merged with it, and the torrent of scalding and fiery emotions, surged toward Zhou Yun like a flood that had found a crack in a dam.

Zhou Yun saw light, a pure white, dazzling light that pierced his eyes. In the blink of an eye, intense pain struck, and the pale light instantly transformed into millions of colors that resonated within him.

In an instant, those colors transformed into countless arms, each one dragging and tearing at Zhou Yun's soul and existence, as if trying to rip him into countless pieces.
Countless illusions swirled before His eyes.

He felt something like a cone pierce between his eyeball and skull. The cone rotated and squeezed his eyeball at the back. White, black, and multicolored rings swirled around. As the cone continued to rub against his eyeball, these circles suddenly blurred and disappeared, as if a hand was conducting an experiment with light on his eyeball.

"Universal gravitation can explain the orbits of planets, but the reason why planets move must come from the arm of God."

"The deeper one seeks knowledge, the more one understands the power of the Creator."

A voice rang in Zhou Yun's ear. It was the first original believer of Mars, who possessed extraordinary talent. He had discovered the three laws governing the macroscopic, low-speed motion of the material universe by observing the trajectories of the stars, and was thus inspired and moved by the dissipating power of the Martian dragon.
This is the starting point of faith, like an apple that falls into the muddy earth, rots until the seed is exposed in the soil, takes root, sprouts, and grows into a towering tree.
Reason, wisdom, and technology bear fruit on this tree, but the development and maturation of reason, wisdom, and technology have not erased the existence of faith. On the contrary, as science increasingly uncovers truth, divinity becomes ever more prominent.

A deity representing the laws of physics, operating as steadily as a machine, being both the foundation of all things and the very essence of all things, appeared and disappeared in the subspace, vaguely taking shape.

Then, over countless millennia, drawing power from every flash of inspiration, every discovery of a theorem, every creation of a machine, and every roar of a weapon, it merged with the warp.
He is the Messiah, the guardian of the myriad physical laws of the material universe, the foundation of all machinery and creation, the holder of all wisdom and inspiration, the incarnation of the god of machines walking among mankind, and the savior promised by all machines.

Zhou Yun slightly raised his eyes, watching the reflections of those beliefs on Him, eventually converging and taking on a clear form.
The figure was almost identical to him, yet it shimmered with a faint silver light, like a Martian dragon.

He is Zhou Yun, the Martian Dragon, and the Om Messiah of the Mechanicus.

The belief in Him was false, because the Martian Dragon could never truly connect with those beliefs.
But the moment Zhou Yun devoured the Martian Dragon, these beliefs finally took shape, reflecting Zhou Yun's image and existence.

He stood before Zhou Yun, like a mirror reflecting him, silently telling Zhou Yun that He is Zhou Yun, and Zhou Yun is Him.

Zhou Yun slightly turned his head to look behind him at another reflection of himself in the subspace.

It was a blue, round, fat man, a reflection of Zhou Yun in the subspace. Now, this reflection carried another layer of divinity in the faith of the Mechanicus. He was the primordial force, Doraemon, and also Zhou Yun.

A profound sense of self-dissociation plagued Zhou Yun; he stood there, as if he had forgotten who he was.

Then, Om Messiah's eyes revealed a frenzy, loss of control, and extremism akin to burning engine oil, roaring as it enveloped Zhou Yun, threatening to drag him into the deepest abyss of the warp.
Then, the primordial force also extended its round hand, intertwining with Zhou Yun's figure, blurring the distinction between you and me, becoming simply Him.
In an instant, Zhou Yun transformed into billions of machines, billions of believers, and billions of spiritual lights, dissipating into reality and subspace.

On Mars, the members of the Mechanicus, who were arguing about whether Om Messiah or Primal Power had greater power, simultaneously fell silent.
The bell tolled twelve times, and steam spewed forth twenty-two times.
All the members of the Mechanicus, all the sages who held the faith in Om Messiah and the Primal Forces, were bewildered.

Why are they arguing? Isn't Om Messiah the primordial force? Isn't the primordial force Om Messiah?
A loud, mechanical laugh rang out; it was Uura, the Martian Forging General of the Mechanics Guild. This massive forging general felt a sudden surge of joy and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Not only was He laughing, but the machines that made up His body also began to laugh. Metal faces grew on these machines, and metal limbs extended, spiraling and lifting up Uwula's body, making Uwula look like a collection of hundreds of metal insects.

Almost all the sages realized in an instant that Uula had been blessed by Ommes, and Ommes had manifested in Uula.

But it wasn't just Uura; the same thing happened simultaneously to many other sages. The machines that made up their bodies began to come alive, humming with the joy of new life.

Then came the lower-ranking members of the Mechanicus, the Guardians, the mechanized servants; their mechanical components also came to life, emitting the laughter of new life.
Their machine spirits were now incredibly clear and distinct, almost like true souls.

Then, even the purely mechanical things began to come alive. A factory rose from the ground with a roar, boilers banged, molten eyeballs bounced in the factory windows, and countless weapons began to be produced from its body with previously unimaginable efficiency, joyfully descending upon the world.

More factories began to undergo similar transformations, taking on bizarre and fantastical shapes that hovered above the ground, playfully and busily continuing their production.

All machines and humans on this planet can clearly sense the existence of Om Messiah. Om Messiah resides within them; Om Messiah is them, and they are Om Messiah.

A deafening roar erupted as the steel ring encircling Mars' orbit shattered in the sky, sprouting a gigantic snake head from the broken end. The snake coiled its body around Mars' orbit, emitting a series of cries.

Then, this change began to spread throughout the universe, and similar events to those on Mars began to occur in countless other worlds.
On the Forging Ark Explorer King, the sages who followed Kaul looked at their animated mechanical bodies with great joy. They clearly felt the presence of Om Messiah, something they had never experienced before.

Kaul looked down at his animated body, but his face was a mixture of joy and sorrow. There was the instinctive joy of the birth of Om Messiah, but also a kind of fear, an indescribable terror.
He had felt something similar before. Ten thousand years ago, after the Emperor boarded the Soul of Vengeance, the connection between humanity and the Emperor was as intimate as the connection between Ohm Messiah and the Machines at this moment.
Humanity is the Emperor, the Emperor is humanity, all machines are the Om Messiah, and the Om Messiah is all machines.

"My Lord."

"We are incompetent once again."

Belisarius Doraemon was unable to utter a single complete sentence.

Emperor Nobi gazed at this scene.
He knew that Om Messiah had already been born in His form under the strong pressure of Zhou Yun's will.
At this moment, Zhou Yun is Om Messiah, the primordial force, and all the machines and forces of the universe, eroding reality with the surging tides of subspace and encompassing the laws of physics into His domain.

In a sense, Zhou Yun has already succeeded. He has merged the dual divinity of Om Messiah and Primal Power, and is now two-thirds of the Myriad Machine God.

All he needs to do now is return, unite his will to suppress the wills of the machine spirits and believers, and return to his own body. He will surely succeed.
But the question is, is the returning will Om Messiah, the primordial force, or Zhou Yun?

Just like the one who disembarked from the Soul of Vengeance back then, was he the King of Eternal Ages, the King of Darkness, or the Emperor of Man?
(End of this chapter)