Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster!
Chapter 231 - 92: Roll Over Here Yourself! _2

Chapter 231: Chapter 92: Roll Over Here Yourself! _2

However, even so, he still couldn’t immediately change his inherent obsession.

Just like now, when you tell him that gods don’t exist, he won’t think you are denying the concept of gods itself, but just the god he believes in.

".... It’s not that the god you believe in is a false god, it’s that there is no god at all."

"There’s nothing like a god in this world, nothing in the material world is omnipotent."

Jin Zhong was stunned for a moment, then said:

"... But we’ve never claimed that the Holy Trinity is omnipotent."

"At least in the original doctrine, the Holy Trinity is not omnipotent."

"It’s just that maybe in the last few decades, its status has been elevated by the church..."

"Huh?"

Now it was Chen Jian’s turn to be stunned.

God is not omnipotent?

What an outrageous statement!

Is there really a religion in the world that would accept such a doctrine?

He looked at Jin Zhong, who continued to speak:

"Perhaps according to your understanding, the Holy Trinity is just a summary of higher powers and more knowledge that we cannot comprehend."

"There indeed exist many things in this world that we cannot explain or understand, don’t they?"

"The Holy Trinity can be a god, the Supreme Saint Eight One can also be a god..."

"A Saint can be a saint, so why can’t you..."

"Why can’t you be a saint?"

"....."

Chen Jian was completely speechless.

This logic of Jin Zhong’s had achieved complete self-consistency, and even, after his worldview had been severely impacted, he found another strategy to explain the religion he believed in.

Damn.

What natural theology!

At this point, Jin Zhong might not have realized that he had taken an important step from theology towards science and even proposed a variant version of the "Watchmaker Theory."

But Chen Jian keenly realized that the appearance of this person might represent another trend.

That is, within the Mechanical God Sect, there might be a portion of people who can totally be won over.

Compared to the Holy Blood Temple, those Holy Blood who could be won over purely because of their own organizational looseness and the "brutality" mentioned by Zeng Yi, Xie Liu, and Ji Xing, if the people of the Mechanical God Sect can be won over....

Then it truly is because they are progressive enough...

Chen Jian exchanged glances with the others and decisively didn’t continue Jin Zhong’s topic, just casually said:

"Think about this question yourself."

"I can only tell you that the so-called Eight One and your Holy Trinity are not the same thing."

"The meaning represented by the numbers Eight One was forged by the original martyrs with their lives and was subsequently maintained through generations by blood and sweat."

"This is not something your elementary, ignorant religious beliefs can touch."

"I hope you also make this clear to your church, your saints, and the civilians of Jinling City."

"We don’t need them to believe in us."

"We only need them to trust us."

"....Yes."

Jin Zhong lowered his head, his eyes filled with confusion.

He had never thought that the man in front of him would so resolutely deny the connection between the "Eight One" and the "Three One."

Why is this?

Even if there was no connection originally, since everyone already thinks there is, why not go along with it and acknowledge it?

Wouldn’t this be the best and easiest way to expand influence?

Perhaps, as the other party said, these two numbers really have untainted meanings...

Thinking of this, Jin Zhong no longer insisted, but stood up and silently exited the room.

He gently closed the door, and as the door closed, Chen Jian finally couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He collapsed onto the sturdy wooden bench, the heavy exoskeleton making the bench creak under pressure.

The others, fearing the bench would break, simply sat on the floor.

After a brief rest, Shen Yue spoke:

"This is gonna be fun."

"What if they really start viewing our Eight One military flag as their god, what will we do then?"

"What can we do? Take it one step at a time."

Chen Jian sighed helplessly, then said:

"This inexplicable belief might actually bring us quite a few ’converts’, which, from any angle, is beneficial to us."

"It’s just that more effort needs to be put into education."

"This is already rather good; the civilians under the Mechanical God Sect are among the best populations on the wasteland. Assimilating them is much better than taking in those junkies from Huadu."

"As for what exactly to do... we’ll have to see how things develop."

"We originally came here for negotiations; once that so-called Saint arrives, we can have a good talk."

"So what do we really want? The whole of Jinling City?"

Lei Jie curiously asked, and Chen Jian shook his head:

"We don’t want Jinling City. Forcefully moving our base into Jinling City would only increase our cold start costs."

"What we want is nothing more than manpower, resources, and information."

"But which part to focus on... that will be evaluated first by Fu Xi."

As Chen Jian’s voice fell, Fu Xi’s voice transmitted through the signals from the newly set up cellular network stations to the earphones.

"Understood, development path planning is being output, first-phase plan completed, foundational industrial plan completed, resource and manpower list completed, transmission of the list concluded."

Accompanied by Fu Xi’s voice, a simple plan immediately appeared before Chen Jian.

He glanced over it briefly, noticing that Fu Xi’s plan didn’t differ much from his expectations.

With two additional fusion reactors still in reserve, energy demands were not pressing. Instead, iron smelting and mechanical processing industries became the primary targets.

Following that were the ever-talked-about basic chemicals like acids and bases, which form the foundation of modern industry.

Fu Xi had listed in the document the estimated resources and manpower needed after completing the cold start, with the manpower demand of "200 industrial workers" being much lower than Chen Jian had anticipated.

Industry 8.0, terrifying indeed.

Chen Jian contently looked at the list, having this in hand meant he had an important point of reference and a clearer focus for subsequent negotiations with the Mechanical God Sect.

"We’ll proceed according to this---- Lei Jie, what do you think?"

"I don’t see any issues, let’s vote?"

Eight people simultaneously raised their hands, and it was unanimously passed.

Just as they finalized the plan and awaited to meet with the "leaders" of the Mechanical God Sect, the room’s door was suddenly knocked on.

Afterward, the host respectfully entered.

"The Saint has finished bathing and is waiting for you in the Holy Hall."

"Please follow me to the Holy Hall to meet with the Saint."

As the host finished speaking, several Holy Blood instinctively stood up, but including Chen Jian, none of the others moved.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Jian stared directly at the host, then asked:

"You mean he’s not coming here to see us, but we have to go to the Holy Hall to see him?"

"Huh?"

This question left the host frozen on the spot.

He completely didn’t understand what Chen Jian meant.

Isn’t it normal for the meeting to be held in the Holy Hall?

The Saint had solemnly bathed, burned incense, prayed, and even arrived early at the Holy Hall to wait.

Such honor, such hospitality, has never been enjoyed by anyone before.

And you actually asked, "He’s not coming here"?

This....

The host’s mind raced, realizing the gravity of the situation in just an instant.

Then, with an apologetic smile, he said:

"Meeting in the Holy Hall makes it appear more formal, the Saint has been waiting for a long time and absolutely has no intention of disrespecting you divine envoys..."

"Then you should have led us to the Holy Hall from the beginning."

Chen Jian suddenly stood up, and the over two-meter-high mecha instantly exuded unparalleled pressure.

He then spoke in a low, yet resolutely firm voice:

"Have him come here."

"I’m only giving him 5 minutes!"