Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 441 Artificial Level , God of Black Iron
Standing in front of the body of a Black Iron God, Chen Xingzhi stared into its empty chest and personally placed the flesh-blood-alloy mixture obtained from Nanodion into it.

After so many experiments, he has lowered the requirements for awakening materials by a level.

In addition to this, he also created a set of consciousness awakening rituals, also known as the "Machine Soul Awakening Ritual", which is used to inject consciousness into the unconscious iron body.

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and pump!"

The brass man followed his instructions and rang the bell at the testing grounds. The heavy, dull sound echoed throughout the field.

The machine roared, and amid the manic sound, the black iron body began to wake up.

"Ring the bell twice, press the button, start the engine, ignite the turbine, inject life!"

The bell rang again, and an engineer pressed a button in front of him.

The roar of the engine was deafening, and invisible and intangible life appeared in the empty shell made of black iron.

"Ring the bells three times, and sing in unison, to praise Namidian, the god of brass!"

The bell rang for the third time, and the brass men on the field sang in unison.

Praises to the Brass God were endless, and invisible power gathered within the Black Iron God's body, causing it to undergo some subtle changes.

The corner of Chen Xingzhi's mouth suddenly curled up. He felt that the black iron body in front of him already possessed the essence of the seventh level.

It, no, it should be Him, some kind of miracle really happened to it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Black Iron God moved, not because of the program, but out of his own will.

It took two steps with heavy steps, and all the sensors on its body turned on, and countless information from the outside world poured into the central processor.

"You... who are you?" The roar of steel striking each other rang in the ears of everyone on the field, like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.

Many people have expressions of pain and excitement on their faces at the same time, as if two different personalities are fighting for control of the body.

On the one hand, they were excited about the project's first success, but on the other hand, the newborn Black Iron God was not yet able to control his own power, and the sound it made made their hearts ache.

"Ahem," Chen Xingzhi coughed lightly, and the repetitive sound of steel knocking stopped. "We are your creators, and you are our creation. That's it for now."

After he spoke, the uncontrollable power of the Black Iron God was suppressed, and the feeling of others' hearts being knocked disappeared.

"Creator, creation?" The Black Iron God's puzzled voice sounded.

Being born with knowledge, He quickly figured out the meaning of these two words, so He bowed His head slightly to everyone present to show His respect to the Creator.

The essence of the seventh level was revealed in him, and within seconds, he was able to use his power skillfully.

The blessing of black iron was bestowed by Him upon everyone present, even Chen Xingzhi received a share.

The bodies of the blessed ones briefly glow with a black iron color, and their physiques become even stronger, with strength even comparable to that of the fifth level.

Chen Xingzhi held the ball of light with a black iron color and looked at the Black Iron God with more and more satisfaction.

He said, "Go and see your true father, the Brass God Namidian."

"Father God? I understand." The Iron God knew that he contained the flesh, blood, and parts of the Brass God in his body, so it was nothing wrong to call him the Father God.

Soon, the leader of the Bronze Civilization who received the news rushed to the test site. When he saw the black iron giant standing on the ground, he couldn't help but admire:
"It's similar, very similar."

"Like what?" The Black Iron God made a dull sound.

"The original brass god looked similar to you."

The two of them exchanged a few words, and the brass leader ordered someone to take the Black Iron God to the underground space. He turned to look at Chen Xingzhi, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sir, how do you plan to deal with this Black Iron God?"

"It depends on His own wishes. I don't want to interfere with His thoughts." Chen Xingzhi answered casually.

He was only interested in the technology. If he had one, he would have two. He believed that he would soon be able to create the Silver God, the Gold God, or even more abstract things like the God of Mercury and the God of Uranium.

If possible, he would like to arrange the entire periodic table.

The Bronze Leader breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought about how to get the Black Iron Crutch, no, how to keep it.

If the Black Iron God also joined their civilization, the foundation of the Bronze Civilization would be greatly improved.

At that time, their conflict zones with other civilizations on the Endless Sea could be re-divided.

Looking at the brass leader who was trapped in fantasy time, Chen Xingzhi did not break his fantasy, but instead notified every participant to take a long vacation, acting like a scientific research supervisor.

All the participants cheered. They had just completed a miracle that only their ancestors could do and it was destined to go down in history.

As for what preferential treatment they will receive in the future and what confidentiality agreement they will have to sign, that is not Chen Xingzhi's concern.

In the underground space, the Black Iron God looked up at the huge head, and a strange emotion appeared in the central processor.

“Father God.” He knelt on one knee and bowed his head slightly, paying the highest respect to the brass giant who held up the entire continent and protected the brass civilization with his body.

"My child, you are here." Namidian nodded slightly. Even just this caused a great shock to the entire underground space.

He appears to be peaceful, but he is not.

God knows how many "brass curses" he uttered in his heart when he felt the seventh-level existence with a blood connection to him.

He is a robot. Apart from the heart in his chest, he has no flesh and blood on his body.

"That eighth-rank person used part of my flesh and blood to create a child for me?"

He felt a little numb, but he couldn't say anything against it.

"Forget it, let's see what these descendants think first. If they are willing to stay and help me protect the Bronze Civilization, that would be a good thing."

With this thought in mind, the Brass God looked at the Black Iron God again and asked, "What do you think? Should we leave or stay?"

The Black Iron God remained kneeling on one knee, lost in thought.

"If you are confused, you might as well stay for a while." The Brass God didn't beat around the bush and just hit the ball straight out.

After thinking for two seconds, the Black Iron God nodded and said, "Everything will be subject to the arrangements of the Father God."

After finally tricking this kid into staying, the Bronze God breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had realized that he no longer had to support the future of the continent.

He sent a message to the Brass Leader, asking him to entertain the Black Iron God who decided to stay.

Upon receiving this news, the brass leader could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

"As expected of you, the patron saint of our Brass Civilization. You easily accomplished something that had troubled me so much."

Before long, the Iron God, like the Brass God, was revered as a belief of the Brass Civilization.

Although the top brass of the Brass Civilization did not disclose his origins, they allowed him to enjoy the same treatment as the Brass God.

And on the test field, under the leadership of Chen Xingzhi, another god-making experiment is being carried out in full swing.

(End of this chapter)