Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Star Shield City Cathedral.

The candles burned continuously inside the magnificent main hall.

On the high platform, Pope Clement, like a withered statue, leaned quietly against the Holy See.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his head, adorned with a heavy, pointed crown, drooped slightly.

After the Supreme Council ended, he was lost in memories.

After a long while, Clement's tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head. "Someone, summon the High Priest."

A moment later, the heavy bronze doors of the main hall were pushed open.

A man of about sixty years old and with a burly build walked in slowly.

He wore a heavy and elaborate black and gold priest's robe, with a gold cross necklace on his chest. As he moved, the pure gold cross made a dull clanging sound.

Upon reaching the foot of the platform, the high priest "Doron" knelt and bowed deeply, his body lowered considerably, his voice loud and steady:

"Holy Throne, may the glory of the Divine Emperor shine forever upon the world, may you hold the faith and protect your millions of people."

Clement raised his hand slightly, his wide sleeves slipping down to reveal a withered, wiry wrist, indicating that he should rise.

"Doron, go to the parishes in major cities and secretly select 2000 absolutely devout believers who follow the God-Emperor."

Clement paused, then said solemnly, "This matter is top secret and must not be made public."

The high priest straightened up, bowed his head and lowered his eyes, maintaining a respectful posture, and said, "As the decree of the Holy See commands."

……

at the same time.

Star Shield City, Court of Justice Headquarters.

"Click".

The heavy metal door was pushed open, and Judge Alexander had just stepped into the corridor when a judge in heavy armor quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and reported:

"Your Honor! We arrested 173 members of the Cult of Mechanics this morning, and they have all been thrown into the dungeon! Should we immediately send them to the stake?"

Upon hearing this, Alexander's towering figure slowly turned around.

He was nearly 2.8 meters tall, with half of his face covered by a cold, silver metal mask. His exposed left eye had long been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic eye.

"Wait," Alexander said coldly. "I will go and interrogate him myself."

After saying that, he strode towards the dungeon.

Deep inside the cold, dark dungeon, more than a hundred cult members were tightly bound to metal racks with mithril chains, their necks and limbs completely locked.

Even so, the group's eyes remained fanatical and crazed, and they continued to chant the doctrines of the Mechanicus.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The heavy thud of military boots echoed through the dungeon as Alexander slowly entered.

When these cultists saw Alexander's tall figure, especially his mechanical left eye that flashed red light, one of the cultists on the rack suddenly froze.

Then, he shouted excitedly, "Dude! You're a high-ranking member of our Mechanicus, aren't you? You were sent from above to save us?!"

Alexander stopped, slowly raised his large hand, which was covered by an alloy glove, and gently stroked his mechanical left eye.

"Save you?"

"You scum who have betrayed Lord Torres. By joining the Cult of Mechanics and following the Eldar, do you really think you can gain immortality and escape the pain of flesh and blood?"

The cultist was momentarily stunned by Alexander's murderous aura, but quickly, fanaticism regained control of his mind, and he screamed at the top of his lungs:

"The God-Emperor has long abandoned us! Even as powerful as He has fallen into a monster of flesh! Only a metallic body is the true path to eternity! We willingly forsake our mortal forms and return to the realm of machines!"

"Enough with the nonsense!" another believer roared with maniacal laughter. "Burning me at the stake! Let the flames burn away my flesh and blood, returning me to the embrace of the mechanical god!!"

Alexander was not angered by these words, but his gaze grew even more indifferent.

"Flame is forgiveness; it burns away all suffering in an instant. But those who blaspheme the God-Emperor do not deserve such liberation."

The words fell.

Alexander's robes fluttered without wind, and invisible psychic energy emanated from his body, like tangible spikes that instantly pierced the brains of all the cultists present!

"ah!!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly echoed throughout the entire dungeon.

Alexander directly activated his mind-based abilities, implanting fear and regret into the minds of these people, and instilling the guilt of "blaspheming the God-Emperor".

"No...no! It hurts! Help me!"

"I am guilty! Great God-Emperor, I am guilty! I shouldn't have believed those lies!"

"Let me die! Please let me die! I deserve to die!!!"

More than a hundred people were in tears and snot streaming down their faces, their faces contorted with extreme fear and remorse, their desperate pleas for mercy rising and falling.

Alexander stood aside, coldly stating, "From this day forward, you will live in endless repentance and mental anguish until the very end. This is the price of blaspheming the Divine Emperor!"

Having said that, he turned to the judge beside him and coldly gave the order:

"From now on, all captured cultists will no longer be burned at the stake; they will all be dealt with in this manner! Furthermore, they will be immediately dragged out and paraded through the streets in public! Let all citizens of the empire see what happens when they betray their faith!"

"Yes, ma'am!" the judge replied, bowing his head.

……

Furnace City.

Imperial Foundry Headquarters.

With the sound of the airlock being released and the metal door sliding open, Chief Technician Otto strode into the high-end accommodation area and went straight to Zhao Xin's residence.

Although Otto was old, his heavily modified mechanical body was still tall and imposing.

His skull was riddled with rows of data cables that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, and his arms had been completely replaced with precision mechanical prosthetics.

"Zhao Xin? Have you rested enough? Quickly summon Master Breda!!"

Otto called out a few times in the living room, but did not see Zhao Xin. Only two pretty maids came out quickly.

"Where is Zhao Xin?" Otto frowned slightly.

The maidservant curtsied respectfully: "Lord Otto, Mr. Zhao Xin... has gone to the Temple of the Great Forge!"

"That kid, always running off like that." Otto shook his head. "Go tell him to come back... no, I'll go find him myself!"

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