Sister Amelia was much faster than Zhang Ge, even while carrying him, and after finding the previous servant, the two asked for directions to the vehicle and quickly arrived at the car that Ernesto had promised to lend them.

  It was a four-wheeled sedan, and besides the still ostentatious family crest, the car was equipped with armor plating and grille armor all around, not to mention the purity insignias and mechanical prayers that were hanging off it like they were free.

  However, the most crucial feature was that the car had a heavy explosive gun turret mounted on the roof, which could be operated from the passenger seat, greatly increasing its safety.

  This, however, was very much against Zhang Ge's preferences.

  Seriously, dude, as a noble, shouldn’t your car be one of those flashy sports cars? Why does it look like a little armored vehicle?

  Despite his internal complaints, Zhang Ge still approached the driver's side of the vehicle.

  “Wait, this kind of car should be locked, and we don’t have the keys.”

  The keys were probably with that servant.

  As Zhang Ge spoke, he casually placed his hand on the door handle and pulled it.

  As his fingers wrapped around the handle, the car suddenly shook violently, the door swung open effortlessly, and the engine roared to life without needing to be started.

  It was as if the vehicle was deliberately showcasing its powerful capabilities, causing the entire body to tremble slightly.

  Is the anti-theft awareness really this poor?

  Zhang Ge could only helplessly continue to grumble in his mind as he bent down and climbed into the driver's seat.

  As he closed the door, Sister Amelia had already taken her seat in the passenger side.

  In the back, the sounds of the vehicle did not drown out the ongoing chaos of slaughter, and in the distance, the cultists had launched a new wave of attacks. With the entire position in disarray, there was no way to counter their momentum anymore.

  The collapse of the defense line was just a matter of time.

  But inside the vehicle, Zhang Ge faced a new problem: how was he supposed to drive this thing?

  Although he knew how to operate a sedan, the issue was that he had no idea what most of the controls were for... Aside from the steering wheel, he was completely lost... What was with that button labeled "Scripture"?

  However, the nun seemed oblivious to this issue; she assumed Zhang Ge didn’t know the way to the church and said, “I will guide you later, but for now, just drive forward and get us out of here.”

  “Ah,”

  Zhang Ge was about to confess his ignorance but suddenly found the vehicle speeding off on its own without any input from him. The tires spun wildly, propelling the entire car forward with a jolt. “Cough, got it.”

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  He occasionally adjusted the steering wheel and found he could control the direction just fine, but he was puzzled about why it had started moving on its own—was it voice-activated?

  High-end noble technology was really something; he couldn't figure it out.

  As he marveled at this, Zhang Ge, who had never seen other civilian vehicles, accepted the idea of a high-end civilian car having a voice control module without question.

  Meanwhile, outside the vehicle, the family crest that belonged to Onesto had been wiped away at some point, and the pure marks were shaken off the car as if they were unwanted.

  In the background, the battlefield was gradually receding. The chaotic star warriors who were engaged in combat noticed the fleeing vehicle, but they showed no intention of abandoning their current enemies to pursue it. In their eyes, a fleeing "noble" was not worth the effort to capture.

  After all, many nobles were potential sources of debauchery; letting them return could yield even greater contributions to that cause.

  Soon, the vehicle drove out of the danger zone, and if one looked back, the battlefield was no longer visible.

  “Slow down.”

  After a short while, noticing the scenery rushing by faster and faster on both sides, the nun sensed something was off and spoke up.

  While it was understandable that a civilian vehicle would be faster after being equipped with weaponry and armor compared to specialized armored vehicles, wasn’t this speed a bit excessive?

  Driving at such speeds over rough terrain could easily send the entire car flying if it hit a large rock or similar obstacle. Although there was no noticeable bumpiness, Sister Amelia still felt compelled to caution him just in case.

  “Ah haha, okay, cough, reduce speed... maintain speed.”

  After Zhang Ge requested to slow down, the vehicle began to decelerate at a steady rate until he called for it to stop.

  “?”

  Although Sister Amelia had seen instances where communication with the machine spirit could occur solely through speech, that was usually after a complicated process and prayers, conducted by the most knowledgeable in mechanical principles. The casual manner in which Zhang Ge made requests, and that they were actually fulfilled, was somewhat beyond her comprehension.

  But recalling that Zhang Ge could pull out a dazzling holy relic cross from his pouch, this level of the extraordinary didn’t seem entirely unacceptably strange.

  Thus, Sister Amelia swallowed her questions. Upon seeing a large rock that had served as a reference on their way here, she pointed in a direction and said, “Drive that way.”

  “Understood.”

  As the wheels turned, time passed second by second, and the sunlight in the sky gradually faded, giving way to the night that enveloped the land.

  Due to the unrestrained development by the Mechanical God Sect, the environment was in dire straits, to say the least; even the atmosphere had suffered significant damage.

  This led to a poor heat retention capability for the entire planet. Moreover, a significant portion of sunlight was blocked by the thick cloud layers during the day, resulting in very little heat reaching the surface. Coupled with other additional factors, this ultimately caused extreme cold at night.

  Sister Amelia was indifferent, but Zhang Ge's armor was not high-end like that of the Stormtroopers. Even if he put on his helmet, it couldn't withstand the onslaught of the extreme environment. He couldn't endure such freezing conditions for long, especially since there was no air conditioning in the vehicle.

  Thus, the two had no choice but to find a place to park and rest, making a fire to warm up.

  Of course, although there seemed to be no enemies around, they were still within a combat zone, so using an open flame was out of the question. Zhang Ge painstakingly dug a smokeless stove, and fortunately, the engineer shovel was as easy to use as cutting tofu, so it didn't take much time.

  Through the layers of earth, Zhang Ge crouched over the fire he had lit with portable fuel from his waist pouch, eating from the combat rations while feeling the temperature gradually rise.

  The nun knelt nearby in silent prayer.

  After Zhang Ge had nearly finished eating, Sister Amelia spoke up, "I’ll be away for a bit."

  Zhang Ge had no objections; besides, she probably wasn’t asking for his opinion but merely notifying him, so he nodded to show he had heard.

  After a while, she returned, holding an officer's greatcoat.

  "Put this on; we need to keep moving."

  When Zhang Ge took it and looked, he found the rank was quite high, a captain, likely stripped from a corpse. However, he felt no psychological burden. With Sister Amelia's assistance, he quickly removed his armor and put on the greatcoat underneath.