The Maintenance Worker in the Lower City Killed the Gods and Buddhas with One Sword!

When the neon lights go out, thirty-three upside-down heavenly gates envelope the blue star. Gods and Buddhas lower their eyes in the sky, and mechanical ghost soldiers are calling for their lives in the ruins. Others awakened the system and snatched the blood of gods, but Chen Jin, a prosthetic repairman in the lower city, only picked up a rusty broken bronze sword. No cheat code? Then treat these gods and Buddhas all over the sky as broken machinery and dismantle them one by one! [You cut open the three-story faceless golden Buddha, peeled off the Buddhist killing ring, and you had an epiphany: physical salvation! [You disassembled the underlying code of the Martial Arts Era, imported the Dragon Subduing Qi into the prosthetic server, and you assembled: a high-frequency plasma gas wall! [You cracked the Maoshan talismans and cyberneurons, smashed the bearings of the extraterrestrial devil with a wrench, and you created: the God-killing Engine! While others cultivate immortality, he dismantles them. Without borrowing the power of gods, without condensing the Nascent Soul Golden Elixir, purely using mortal flesh and bones to forcibly take over the laws of the old heaven! …… This is a tragic song born in the wrong era, and it is also a bloody bravery belonging to mortals: Special envoy of the consortium Lin Qiao: Chen Jin, you will always be just a dog picking up garbage in the city, don't stop me from becoming a god! (Childhood sweethearts, eventually turned against each other) Confucian heir Xu Zhiwei: In order to help the world, I can only ask you to die. (We went through the clouds and rain together, but drew our swords at each other) Xiao Jue, Tianfan of the Aristocratic Family: I plotted against the people, but I didn't calculate that God would not save people... Chen Jin, live on! (Conspirators die for their loyalty) All kinds of sadness can only be summed up in one word.