Gray lines flow backwards in front of you. They are projections formed by the concrete concepts of time and space. They come together, like a gray ocean swimming backwards, drowning every tiny mayfly in it.

Gloria gradually couldn't see the scene in front of her clearly. Everything was shrouded behind a hazy curtain. The interweaving of black, white and gray made the soul lose its perception of time and space. When she suddenly heard

Only when the gears clicked suddenly, like a sharp hiss from a mechanical failure, did the world in my eyes regain color.

She was astonished to see that the entire city of Lunwithin had returned to its original appearance. The buildings and streets that were destroyed by the steam engine god Alexander with millions of saints were all standing intact in the darkness. The National Center for the Performing Arts, the Grand Bell Tower,

The Palace of Parliament and even the Crimea Palace outline a silent silhouette in the Westminster district not far away. The bright star-like lights are distributed along both sides of the Tweel River, like luminous jellyfish floating in the deep sea, illuminating the

This city was so familiar to her but so strange at the moment.

The blood moon and silver moon in the sky disappeared, Leticia returned to her previous position, and Neville could even feel the weight of the crystal dagger from her cuffs. Everyone looked up blankly and saw that

The fortress that was originally supposed to be made of black iron and brass has now been painted with a brilliant and gorgeous golden color. Every armor on his body, every steam tower and even every pipe is like

It looks like it has been polished again in the golden ocean, making it appear sacred and majestic.

Even the dangerous crimson light flashing in His eyes has transformed into a more dazzling golden color. Looking down at the tiny sentient beings from a high place, there is no longer that sense of danger, only pure reason and some kind of god that can even be called compassion.

Sex. Behind Him, a pair of white angel wings slowly spread out, shaking off the white feathers flying all over the sky. The pair of wings were even more holy and huge than the wings behind Ieta, covering almost a hundred kilometers away.

The night sky sets off the majestic and sacred existence of the machine god Alexander, almost like the angel of heaven who came to the world to redeem the world in the holy scriptures. The combination of religious wings and mechanical body is perfectly integrated at this moment, almost identical.

If Alexander, the previous steam engine god, was a fortress, a fortress, and a giant of steel and machinery, then with such splendor at this moment, he truly shows his side as a god. A person who spans countless time and space, and seems far away when overlapped.

And the loud sound echoed in everyone's ears——

"Restart...completed..."

"Human, I am...Supreme Alexander..."
Chapter completed!