Chapter 582: Establishing a New Order
Chapter 582 -566: Establishing a New Order
Holy Blood Square no longer lived up to its “Holy Blood” prefix.
The thick, sticky gore had been completely washed away, and the broken stone slabs had been replaced. The entire square had been restored to its former pristine state.
The kings, dukes, and marquises of the Three Great Kingdoms, along with all the hereditary nobility of any standing—over a thousand people in total—were currently kneeling in the center of the square like livestock. They had been stripped of their lavish attire and left only in their undergarments; their final shreds of dignity had long been worn away by the terror of the past seven days.
Surrounding the square was a dense, endless crowd. Tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands, had flocked from all directions. No one wanted to miss this monumental event: the judgment of all nobles. Order was maintained by the silent Steel Golems. They stood like statues, their massive weapons serving as the most indisputable law.
At noon, the clouds in the sky parted, and Holy Light shone down.
The twenty-four-meter-tall white angel, the Eight-winged Angel Gabriel, slowly descended once more under the gaze of the masses, hovering above the square.
“The judgment begins,” spoke the familiar voice of the Conductor.
“The Alden Royal Family has ruled these lands for three hundred and twelve years. During this time, they turned a blind eye to the Blood God Sect’s exploitation and condoned the ‘Holy Blood Baptism,’ resulting in the tragic deaths of millions of citizens. For their own selfish desires, they imposed exorbitant taxes to amass wealth, plunging the people into utter destitution.
“Their crime is punishable by death.”
As the words fell, the two Golems beside King Alden raised their hands simultaneously. Two beams of light flashed. The king was killed instantly, without even a chance to scream.
The crowd fell dead silent for a split second before erupting into tsunami-like cheers!
“A well-deserved death!”
“Pseudo-God’s lapdogs!”
The judgment continued.
“Count Charles, for monopolizing salt, privately setting up tax checkpoints, and rebelling against Divine Grace—your crime is punishable by death.”
“The Marquis of the Western Border, for human trafficking and colluding with Black Wizards—your crime is punishable by death.”
“…”
Beam after beam of light flashed. Sentence after sentence was pronounced. One by one, once-lofty names were reduced to wisps of smoke in the face of absolute violence.
The kneeling nobles completely broke down. Cries, pleas for mercy, and curses merged into a chaotic din. But no one paid them any mind. The commoners, whom they had once treated as mere ants, were now relishing this grand execution with profoundly gratified eyes.
Allen calmly passed judgment on the lives of these mortals. He was not enjoying the slaughter; he was simply smashing the symbols of the old world in the most direct and bloody way possible. Only by letting everyone witness the fragility and wretchedness of the old order firsthand could a new order be established without hindrance.
When the last heinously guilty noble was “purified,” only a group of shivering peripheral nobles remained in the square.
Gabriel’s voice echoed out once more.
“God does not need kings, nor does He need nobles.
“Starting today, the Three Great Kingdoms of Alden, Falan, and Kate are abolished. All lands, minerals, and wealth shall belong entirely to God.
“This continent will be united into a new nation—the Divine Kingdom of Ten Thousand Machines!”
The entire crowd was in an uproar. Were the kingdoms truly being abolished?
“You will no longer have kings. You will no longer have lords. There will no longer be any class riding on your heads and acting tyrannically.
“Your managers will be them.”
Gabriel pointed at the silent Steel Golems surrounding them.
“They are the extension of the will of the God of Steel and Truth. They represent absolute fairness and an incorruptible order. They will be responsible for assigning work, allocating resources, adjudicating disputes, and imparting knowledge.
“In the Divine Kingdom, there is no exploitation. Every ounce of your labor will be exchanged for your rightful food, shelter, and dignity.
“The only law of the Divine Kingdom is truth. The greatest mission of the Divine Kingdom is to ensure that everyone is fed, and upon that foundation, you can unleash all your wisdom and strength to build an unprecedentedly great civilization!”
Allen’s words were like heavy bombs, leaving everyone dizzy and reeling.
No kings? No nobles? Iron men to manage everything?
Although Allen had laid the groundwork in advance, the actual realization of these concepts entirely exceeded their comprehension. However, the words “eat your fill” seemed to possess an infinite magic that instantly struck a chord in everyone’s hearts.
A ragged old farmer fell trembling to his knees. With tears streaming down his face, he kowtowed toward the angel in the sky. “God… is it true what you say? Can we… really eat our fill every day?”
“An Oracle is never false,” Gabriel’s voice replied firmly.
This Plane would be his first experimental field. Destructive mining, treating the natives as consumables, and leaving once the veins were bled dry was shortsighted. It was utterly stupid.
Allen knew well that the wisdom of the masses was infinite. With a population of six hundred million, just how much industrial capacity could they unleash if he popularized education, broke down class barriers, and guided universal innovation? Although his Golems were highly efficient, they still had production costs. He couldn’t handle everything single-handedly. The most cost-effective approach was for Golems to handle tasks that human labor couldn’t manage, while mortals assisted and collaborated.
Therefore, he planned to establish a “Cyber Utopia” system. Resources would be allocated by a supreme artificial intelligence, and Golems would be responsible for law enforcement and certain administrative tasks. Class exploitation would be eliminated, and societal friction reduced to maximize the liberation of productive forces. Mortals would not need to think about how to become government officials; they would only need to think about how to do their jobs well, how to create, and how to develop new technologies.
This wasn’t just for the G-771 Plane; it was a standard development template being forged for the future conquest of even more Planes.
“Now, citizens of the new Divine Kingdom, look up!” Allen’s voice abruptly rose in volume.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads, looking toward the distant city of steel entrenched upon the ruins of the Holy Mountain.
RUMBLE—
The massive city let out a deafening roar. Under the horrified gazes of countless people, along a section of the wall of the fortress known as Cybertron, countless metal components pieced together like building blocks as a gigantic pedestal rose from the ground.
“The Divine Kingdom has been established. There must be a Divine Statue to manifest God’s majesty and guide the direction of all living beings,” Gabriel announced, his voice solemn and dignified.
The people’s breathing caught in their throats. They were about to witness the true face of the God of Steel and Truth with their own eyes! Would it be an angel like Lord Gabriel? Or a more majestic, more colossal entity?
A thought quickly flashed through Allen’s mind. “Should I use my own appearance?” he mused. “No, that lowers my status too much. A god should be the incarnation of an ideal, not a specific individual. Then what should I use?”
A memory from another world suddenly surfaced—a figure representing light, hope, and protection. “Moreover, in this Plane, absolutely no one will recognize it,” he realized.
The construction of the Divine Statue entered its final stage. It was a… breathtakingly elegant yet powerfully built humanoid silhouette. It possessed a streamlined body with silver and red as its primary colors, a diamond-shaped blue crystal embedded in its chest, and a pair of massive, gentle almond-shaped eyes…
Ultimately, a giant statue over a hundred meters tall completely took shape amidst boundless radiance. With its arms crossed in front of its chest, it struck a pose that mortals could not comprehend yet was brimming with divine sanctity. It stood quietly between heaven and earth, looking down upon the myriad living beings.
In the square, over a million people—including Reyno, who had just been appointed as Chairman of the Continent Temporary Supervisory Council—were completely dumbfounded. What… was this? They were entirely incapable of understanding the image of this Divine Statue.
Yet, this did not stop them from feeling the overwhelming, indescribable sense of sanctity and order rushing toward them.
This was the image chosen by God! This was what God looked like!
“Oh, God…”
The commoners fell to their knees one after another, clasping their hands in prayer. There was no fear, only a fanatical anticipation for their new lives.
A scrawny boy tugged at the corner of his mother’s shirt. “Mommy, Lord God’s eyes are so bright.”
Weeping, the mother patted the boy’s head. “That’s God watching over us, blessing us so we can eat our fill.”
Looking at the Ultraman Tiga he had erected with his own hands, the corners of Allen’s lips curled into an imperceptible smile. This couldn’t be considered a prank. Once he proved the Metal Law in the future and developed Photon-Active Metal, he genuinely intended to build a hundred-meter-tall Ultraman Golem capable of firing the Zaiperia Light.
“Pinning those indescribable Outer Gods to the ground and wiping the floor with them will definitely be fun,” he mused.
The transformation of a Plane’s civilization and the establishment of a new divine authority would begin right here, starting with an Ultraman Divine Statue.
Allen’s gaze passed over the fanatical crowd, looking toward the distant horizon.
“The fundamentals of this Plane are secured,” he thought.
Next, it was time to completely transform this labor force of six hundred million into the fuel that would propel him toward higher realms. Industrialization, universal education, the popularization of Magic Energy technology… Countless plans slowly unfolded in his mind.
Of course, he also knew that certain entities lurking in the gutters wouldn’t just give up. There was Kesuga, who had escaped, and his mysterious accomplice, “Sara.”
A glint of cold light flashed in Allen’s eyes. “I hope you know what’s good for you and don’t come causing trouble for me again.”