Maven's Arcane Era

Maven's mechanical dragon heart roared in his chest as he tore the Netherese royal robes apart. His left hand held his father's head, and his right hand held a wooden block of New Year pictures with decaying cinnabar - a three-hundred-year bloodline prison that was finally cut off by a carving knife. But this is not the end. The abyss opened 90,000 gaps above the head, the Zerg brood swallowed the stars and the moon, and the gods watched coldly in the Kingdom of God. Mei Wen turned around and looked behind him: movable type printing had frozen time, the brocade loom was sewing the cracks in the plane, and a hundred thousand heroes were waiting on the shadow puppet curtain. "Who said that a god-level civilization can only rely on arcane magic and machinery?" He crushed the last arcane core of the empire and allowed the gears and blood to form a river under his feet. "From today on, the craftsman's carving knife is the scepter of the new era."