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Chapter 1155. The End of Death and the Cold Moon God from the Millennium Sand Sea! Hades the Pluto Worm is here!

The accident came unexpectedly!

Murphy originally thought that Hades would need to show up himself to prove his worth in order to bind the godhood. After all, the Frontier Compact had only been signed once by the Sentinel Corps hundreds of years ago, and the fact that there had been no subsequent attempts proved that the Sentinel Corps had given up on the plan.

After Murphy accidentally obtained the artificial godhead No. 7, he and Tracy decided that the prerequisite for using this godhead was that Murphy go to the Sentinel Corps to make his presence felt.

Mosna, who joined the group later, also confirmed this statement.

According to the amnesiac sentinel's guess, even if Commander Murphy went to show his face, Ms. Flinders, the Sentinel Corps's top think tank, might not give him face.

After all, your administrator and the Sentinel Corps belong to two different systems. Before Murphy's administrator authority is upgraded to "Creator", theoretically he has no binding force on the Sentinel Corps, and the Sentinel Corps does not have to give him any face.

It is precisely because of these conclusions that Murphy is sure that he must come forward, but the facts seem to prove that this is just Murphy's wishful thinking.

The people in the big think tanks are very easy to talk to!

As soon as Hades submitted his application, Ms. Flinders approved it immediately.

The speed of this "divine job approval" is so fast that it is enough to make the people's livelihood departments in the real world feel ashamed.

In short, in front of the unsuspecting Murphy and Hades, the artificial godhead No. 7 burst into an indescribable brilliance. When the light came on, a series of illusions emerged in front of Murphy's eyes.

In that illusion, he saw the Creator in the aperture holding a forging hammer and hammering at some strange objects, and he also saw the Creator in a bachelor's robe patiently adjusting the ratio of alchemical compounds, and finally he saw the Creator in a mechanic's uniform kissing a coquettish female robot.
What?
Murphy blinked.

He thought he must have seen it wrong. After all, in that illusion, he couldn't see the face of the Creator at all. Maybe it was another guy. What the hell!
It’s obviously him!
In addition to formalism and bureaucracy, this guy actually has this outrageous XP?
No, man, you really look hungry.
Of course, the illusion that shocked Murphy for ten thousand years was also fleeting, and soon other images of the Creator appeared one after another, but the work they were engaged in was basically related to maintaining the planet, that is, the planet where Murphy was.

It can be seen that the Creator is really responsible.

He was doing a lot of things almost non-stop, as if there were a dozen of Him working together.

Murphy was in awe of such a dedicated spirit. It seemed that he had wronged him before.

You see, even while the Creator was holding two babies and feeding them, he was still working day and night to do some statistical work. So it can be seen that this guy is pretty good except that he is a little bad.

As he was thinking this, the light of the artificial godhead No. 7 gradually spread out and merged into Hades' body like a colorful gilded armor. Hades also really began to change and grow in appearance as if he had "super evolved" when the light merged into his body.

It was not until this time that Murphy realized that everyone present except him seemed to have entered a "time stop", and the flow of time in the entire underworld stopped at this moment.

This made Murphy blink in surprise, then he opened the character list and took a look, and found that he had an additional "super-dimensional time flow" effect on him, which should be caused by the changes in the world laws brought about by the binding of the artificial godhead.

It seems that as an administrator, I do have privileges.

So Murphy leisurely moved his shoulders, then cast a detection spell on Hades, and then the rapidly changing entries flashed before his eyes:

Name: [The Glutton of the Underworld] Hades → [The Underworld Warrior] Hades
Race: Scarab → God, Super-position

Subordinate relationship: subordinate to Hades' will (Pluto)

Clergy: Death/Toxin/Aging/Power → Divinity·Superior·Death/Upper·End/Lower·Cold Moon
Status: Chaos Immunity·Elementary, Causality·Defense, Frontier Contract·Protocol 7

Kingdom of God Mode: Underworld Death Nest

Kingdom of God expansion location: Undetermined
Family Designation:

Beast Faction - Scarab

Creator faction - Songhai, Transians, Foreigners·Players, Jackals·Creator Guardians.

Symbolic designation:
Sand sea, pyramid, moonlight, dead moon emblem, scarab, dead spirit energy bias
hint!

The binding of Godhead No. 7 has been completed!

The deity will leave the real plane in thirty seconds and enter the subspace battlefield! During the duration of the Frontier Contract, the deity cannot leave the subspace battlefield for any reason or in any way. The contract effect can only be lifted if the deity dies or the chaos pollution exceeds the limit.

"Swish"

As Murphy saw the hint, Hades, who was surrounded by light in front of him, also "broke out of the shell" at this moment.

The change in this guy was so great that even Murphy was stunned, because it directly turned from a scarab into a "half-insect man"!
The body is still the same cool body, but the shell is more majestic and heavy, with hideous bone spurs and a divine dead moon luster, but the head has directly become a Songhai-style upper body, but with a bug head on top.

It looks very much like the half-insect king wearing a full-covering triangular thorn crown helmet.

In his left hand, this guy held a giant black sickle made from his own insect limbs, symbolizing his identity as the god of death in the sand sea. In his right hand, he held a heavy shield made of insect shells. His upper body was wearing very simple armor, which looked weird yet majestic.

The six eyes hidden in the insect-like helmet were filled with gratitude when they looked at Murphy. It leaned down to Murphy with the dignity of a god, and under the stomping of its four strong insect limbs, it said loudly to Murphy:
"Thank you for your gift, Lord Hades. I will follow you till death! When you need my support, please call my name. Now, please excuse me! I am going to my battlefield to fight against the hateful Chaos."

"There's still some time, Hades!"

Murphy looked at the countdown of fifteen seconds and reminded the Pluto Bug:

"You are the Death God of the Sand Sea. Perhaps before heading to the warp battlefield, you should let your people know you, see you and follow you! The Sand Sea is not peaceful, but your presence can help it get back on track faster.

You are the god of death of the Songhai people, and you should show your majesty. Although faith is not necessary for you, since other new gods manipulate faith to a certain extent, you should also use this enhanced power reasonably, but you must never indulge in it.

Finally, don't forget to give Her Majesty Fulier enough legitimacy and confirm your divine choice in the human world, so as to consolidate the inheritance of the Church of the Dead Moon."

"Well, thank you for your reminder."

Hades was so passionate that he almost forgot about it.

After Murphy's reminder, the new god immediately took a step and jumped directly from the underworld into the material world.

And when His majestic figure stood above the sea of ​​sand, the entire sky of the material world cheered and danced at this moment, just like when the goddess of wealth Dutna was born, the cheers were for gold coins and wealth.

And this time, the cheers were for everything related to death.

All the undead creatures in the material world, no matter where they were, knelt down in the direction of Hades at this moment. The little mummies that were still sleeping soundly jumped up with screams and fell to the ground in a standard kneeling posture.

She had no idea what had just happened.

But when she came to her senses, a majestic gaze fell on her, causing Nefertari's spirit to tremble.

"You, Nefertari of the House of Bom, I declare that you are my Eternal Chosen!"

Hades whispered.

Nefertari watched in confusion as her spirit body filled up at an unimaginable speed, until a moment later it transformed into a spiritual entity that easily broke through the power level of the golden-rank Mummy High Priest.

The Death God of the Sand Sea raised the Death Scythe in his hand high in the carnival of the death energy of the whole world, and finally let it fall. The divine force passed through the fierce wind of the Sand Sea, allowing the sharp sickle blade to tear through the sandstorm, gathering the brightest moonlight and covering Queen Fulier, who was also confused and kneeling before the Death God.

It was as if the desert had become a stage at that moment, and Friel in the light had become the brightest star.

"I make you king! Friel Ptolemy III!"

He said:
"In the watch of death, lead the living to rule, advance, and prosper!"

In the bright moonlight, Hades' insect limbs were shaped into a Frost Moon Ritual Sword by the Dead Moon, and one of his shed insect eyes turned into a Dead Moon Crown that fell on Freyr.

After doing all this, Hades, the half-insect man, galloped through the sea of ​​sand and stepped into the sky, like a general going to war. He swung his sickle to tear open a rift in the plane and charged headfirst into the never-ending warp battlefield.

The complex past and the invisible future were split into two at this moment. Hades bid farewell to the past without hesitation and plunged into the change with a positive attitude.

He knew he had to go further.

It is not just to pay tribute to and follow that adult, but also because I shoulder more than just expectations and desires for the future.

The path I'm on also includes Palom's.
My poor brother who took the wrong path should have enjoyed all of this, but it is left in the past, so I have to bear the share that belongs to it!

The future is here!

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At the same time, in the main control room of the Creation Engine in the Holy City of Origin, Murphy also woke up from his sleep.

He touched the hazy invisible object on his body, and heaved a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the Soul-Snatching Edge was still there. Then he flipped his fingers and inserted the second reward left for him by the Creator, the silver-gray data storage device, into the main console of the creation engine in front of him.

While the latter was decoding the information, Murphy raised his head and looked in the direction of Hades heading towards the subspace, then glanced at the new [God's Descent·Hades Incarnation] on his character interface and smiled happily.

Ha, now I finally have a real trick that can turn the tide of the battle.

"Well, next I have to go to the Kingdom of Castilla. I hope the Elf King will be polite to me."

Murphy snorted, tapped the table and said:
"Otherwise, I, Lord Huang Quan, will be unhappy."

While he was humming with pride and even singing a few lines of opera, the decoding in front of him was successfully completed. As the information in the data storage unfolded, Murphy's eyes suddenly widened.

The first drawing decoded on the optical projection in front of you is the manufacturing process of the standard energy battery, while the second drawing is the manufacturing process of each module of the solar boat, and the third drawing is the solar engine!

The scientific name given by the Creator is the standard manufacturing process of the next-generation "black hole" type cold fusion reactor.

There were exactly twenty-three similar drawings, covering everything but with one characteristic: Murphy couldn't understand them at all. He turned directly to the last page, which read "Manufacturing Process of Causal Weapons and Defense Modules."

Hmm, I can’t understand.

Murphy scratched his head, turned a page, and carefully read the difficult title "Introduction to Digital Rate Weapon Module and Mathematical Rate Engine Production".

I still don’t understand it. I totally can’t comprehend it, sir!

Turn one more page.

Well, I can understand this!
Thirty-seven methods of making the elixir of life and a comparison of their pros and cons?
What the hell is going on!

The vampire scratched his head again, then copied out the first three production drawings with the awe of a poor student, and then stored the rest obediently into the silver-gray memory and put it close to his body.

Although he didn't know how valuable these things were, Murphy guessed that he would have to take these things as gifts when he visited the Sentinel Corps in the future.

He still remembered what Mosna said, that the Sentinel Corps was troubled by the difficulty of mass production of digital weapons.

"Rose! Stop watching crappy dramas on otherworldly websites and be nicer to your brain. Come here, here are three treasures for you. Remember to lock them in the deepest part of your 'Rose Cloud' platform. When you have a chosen one, share them with others."
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"What was that identification code that was sent just now?"

In the cabin of an armed cargo ship passing through the northern pole of the Storm Sea, in a supergiant mechanical laboratory that has been expanded through space, scholars are doubtfully checking the identification code information data that just flashed by through the recovery program.

On the test bench behind him lay a Sentinel body that had been disassembled by one third.

Its various core modules were extracted with extremely precise craftsmanship and placed in a storage chamber. In a small bottle was placed a golden ultra-advanced photon information processor, the corner of which marked the identity of the dismantled Sentinel with a frenzied technique:
"Ms. Flinders, the first Grand Think Tank of the Sentinel Corps."

The scholar didn't care about the strange noises coming from the modules on the mechanical table behind him.

He knew that it was the unfortunate captured Sentinel lady who was resisting, but the erosion of the chaos meme made the latter very weak and unable to resist the continued dismantling of the resuscitation procedure.

Originally, the work was going smoothly, and the scholar was about to complete the orders of the head monk, which was to obtain some information about the weaknesses of the Sentinel Corps from this member of the Sentinel Corps, as well as the coordinates of some special items related to them stored in the material world.

But just now, just a few minutes before the birth of the majestic Songhai Death God, scholars captured a string of strange codes sent from this Sentinel body.

Although he didn't know what it was, the scholar's mechanic instinct told him that he must find it and analyze the logic behind it, as this thing would have a very important impact on their career.

At the same time, on an uninhabited snowfield in an ice bay hundreds of kilometers away from the ship.

Next to a large bonfire, a cloaked barbarian stood on the broken ice with his arms folded. He carried a huge barbarian double-edged battle axe on his back, and a werewolf combat flail and a hunting bone bow hung on his waist.

Under the guy's hood is a strong and rough face.

He looked like an ordinary barbarian, but his eyes were blood red, like blood jade.

At his feet lay a sturdy ice hound, dozing off and waiting for its master's hunting battle tomorrow.

"Hey, tell me, what was I pretending to be at that time?"

This guy looked at the direction where Hades entered the subspace and cursed:

"I bowed my head to that guy at that time, but now I am the one showing off my power. Damn! Could it be that I was really provoked by the stupid giant shark's words 'My fate is in my own hands'?

Blanch!
I shouldn't have paid attention to that idiot at that time. He led me astray.

Hey!
Hayes, didn't you go with Mannis to enjoy the good life?

Didn't you get some cool stuff in the astral realm?
You see, I am so weak now, I need to replenish my body urgently."

This made the Snow Mastiff lying next to him roll his eyes, and then he helplessly took out a bone from the animal skin bag tied to his body and threw it to his embarrassed master.

The barbarian didn't dislike it. He picked it up, sniffed it, and was immediately happy.

He returned to the campfire, slapped his thigh and shouted:

"The flesh of the sun beetle Palom, a very tonic food. Forget it, don't think about it. Just drink the soup. We'll talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow. I'll do it today."

(End of this chapter)