Romans & histoires Nier: Automata Chapter Select

​It was the steady, rhythmic march of an automated army. ​Through the black volcanic steam of the lower arches emerged a three-thousand-strong legion of iron-plated automatons, their bodies constructed entirely of heavy zinc type-slugs and brass gears, their faces blank metal plates stamped with the exact alphanumeric codes Elara had spent three days screaming about in her delirium. At their head walked a towering, twelve-foot mechanical figure clad in the heavy velvet robes of a High Assessor, a massive pair of steel printing scissors clucking against his thigh with a sound like a guillotine.