The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4586

"Nyaaaaaa."

A radiant sun appeared on one side. The Golden Cat and the patron of the Larkinson Clan had arrived!

Many living mechs stood up from their seats and raised their arms or any other limbs in respect of the personification of the Larkinson Clan!

Although she was not tied to every living mech, her crucial identity along with her close connection to their progenitor caused her to become a friend to each of them. The warmth and love she radiated could cheer up every artificial heart!

The Golden Cat's connection to a growing number of clansmen had caused her to experience a lot of growth over the years.

She had access to both quantity and quality as over half a million Larkinsons including numerous expert pilots and Journeyman Mech Designers each contributed a minute quantity of spiritual feedback each. This added up to quite a lot of resources, especially over time.

Nonetheless, Goldie was not the sort of spirit to throw her weight around. Her current manifestation maintained her tiny, cat-sized proportion and made her seem extraordinarily disarming.

This event was all about the living mechs. She only came as a guest and it was not appropriate for her to outshine the others.

She waved her cute little paw in greeting before settling down on a regal-looking couch.

Moments later, another spiritual entity manifested within the Anima Hall!

The living mechs who all remained standing looked a lot more respectful than before. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

If Goldie was their friend and patron, the latest arrival evoked a greater sense of devotion.

In the absence of their progenitor himself, Vulcan was the next best individual to look up to for these living mechs.

As the so-called God of Dwarves, Mechs and Craftsmanship, Vulcan's domain partially encompassed their existence.

This manifested in many different ways, one of which was the formation of an inbuilt connection between every living mech and the spiritual entity.

It was extremely easy for the mechs that had been given life to worship Vulcan. Even if their designers never intended for them to adopt any faiths, they were capable of doing so, just like any other intelligent life form.

That said, living mechs were so new at this religion and faith business that they had yet to define any solid rules and customs about this part of their lives. Many of them took vastly diverging approaches towards their own beliefs depending on how much faith they inherited from their human partners.

This was yet another reason why the Anima Order needed to exist. There were too many living mechs who were making random decisions without any sense of order or regularity.

While that was fine in the short term, the more far-sighted machines could already foresee that this would create terrible faults in their society.

The Vulcan Empire was the prime example of how a state that emerged from a band of thoughtless ruffians could grow into a dysfunctional society.

Whether living mechs should even revere Vulcan as their god was still in contention. The more secularist living mechs heavily disagreed with the ones that possessed a more flexible view towards reality.

When Vulcan fully manifested at the front of the Anima Hall, the incarnation of their progenitor lifted a single hammer in greeting.

After that, he planted his dwarf-like body onto the sturdy, dwarven-style high-backed seat.

Neither Goldie nor Vulcan were meant to take an active part in the proceedings, but they were already doing much for the living mechs.

By witnessing what was about to take place, they added legitimacy to it all. Their presence conveyed silent approval and acquiescence from the clan and their progenitor.

This was important as none of the living mechs wanted to convey the wrong message. They weren't planning to rebel or divest themselves from humanity. They just wanted to unite their voice and build an organization that could add more structure to their lives.

Venerable Joshua raised his hand. "Quiet everyone."

The living mechs all obeyed the voice that rang throughout the entire length of the hall.

"Thank you for your attention." The floating expert pilot said. "We are gathered here today to advance your group and found an order that you can call your own. After so many years of fighting and living, you have more than earned the right to form your own club. The Anima Order shall be your family and your cage. While none of you will agree with every change that happens as a result of its founding, I hope that you will always remember that it is better to stick together than do everything alone. That is a lesson that I have been trying to learn as well."

The Quint, the Everchanger and the Minerva all stood respectfully in front of Venerable Joshua. Each of them were about to play an important role in what came next.

Venerable Joshua continually looked at all of the living mechs that were eagerly hanging onto the words of a human. It gratified him to see that despite all of their differences, they still held a favorable opinion of humanity.

"We are making progress. Step by step, the Anima Order will better the lives of your fellow living mechs. Hopefully, the changes will also help you earn the trust and appreciation of humans across the galaxies. Be mindful of your behavior and make your decisions carefully. It is easy to earn the mistrust of humans, but I am confident that none of you will disappoint your fellow kind. The destiny of your race rests upon your shoulders! Do your best to fight for a future for living mechs!"

The thousands of living mechs all began to clap as they took the expert pilot's speech to heart. The metallic sounds of collision thundered all across the hall, making it seem as if they were under constant bombardment.

Once the clapping subsided, Venerable Joshua floated upwards and stopped before the giant throne.

"This is the part where you need to decide upon a leader who can represent your interests and make decisions on your behalf." He said. "You can decide how you want the Anima Order to be run, but at the start you will need a living mech who can cut through all of the noise and get things done. Originally, one of your kind was supposed to serve as this decisive leader, but that is not possible anymore. We have no choice but to let another living mech inherit her mission and make her dream come true."

Many living mechs bowed their heads in respect for the late Shield of Samar.

She was by far the most political mech among them all. The strong influence of Venerable Jannzi had bled through so much that the Shield of Samar started getting engaged in matters that none of their kind had even begun to consider!

Her strong opinions and her advocacy made her into the best possible candidate to lead the Anima Order, but unfortunately her 'death' had made this rather inconvenient.

Venerable Joshua actually didn't mind too much. If Venerable Jannzi was any indication, the Shield of Samar would probably be just as bad!

He liked the three candidates that were in contention right now a lot better.

Though there were more living mechs that had expressed the ambition to lead the Anima Order, the three that were left held the greatest qualifications.

Each of them were popular, opinionated and earned the respect of their fellow living mechs.

Not even Joshua could make his pick among the three. They all had their good points, though he had learned that one of them happened to be a favorite among a lot of living mechs.

Still, anything could happen in the next moments, so he did not dare to make any judgments in advance.

"Now, let us begin the first election of the Anima Order!"

Only one living mech would get to sit on the highest throne today.