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Chapter 1305. Make big news!
Mereddin, one of the incarnations of the "Master Monk", made a declaration before the war that revealed many terrifying details, but now is not the time to go into details.

The latter didn't intend to say more.

The former lord of the Tower of Purification and the current leaders of the Tower of Rings waged a life-and-death game in this natural cave. They used all kinds of powerful psychic spells to turn this uninhabited place into a strangling hell of flying psychic energy.

However, as a mind flayer elder disguised as a psychic master, Sim noticed at the moment the battle started that Mereddin in front of him did show signs of being "mind controlled".

There is a consciousness that does not belong to him entrenched in his mind, or this is what he just said, the "Horcrux" of the secret councilor Steiner is controlling him. The battle he is fighting here is not out of his desire, but there is no doubt that just as old Sir Ferdinand is planning to sabotage Twilight's trip, Meredin, who has been controlled by the "Master Monk" as an incarnation for the past hundred years, obviously also has his own plans.

This made Sim sense a hint of danger.

He had a feeling that even if the old knight had not tried to save himself by attracting Murphy's attention, Meredin would definitely find a way to expose the whereabouts of the chief monk today.

As he said, Dusk will suffer a terrible defeat today, but this is not a bad thing for him who is being manipulated.

Damn!

Everyone involved has his or her own ideas. It's a game within a game.

Unfortunately, there was no time to inform Murphy who was leading his men here in a hurry. However, Lord Sim, who was frantically competing with his old friend in psychic spells at this moment, was overthinking. He was holding the World Network Computing Orb given to him by Murphy in his hand, so how could he not have been implanted with a "monitoring program"?

In fact, the conversation between him and Mereddin had already been shared simultaneously with Murphy, who was just stepping out of the underworld of Grammoth Island.

WIFI goddess Rose is Murphy's bedmate and reliable partner. The background information monitoring of any user of the World Network is unconditionally open to Murphy, not to mention that this is a matter related to Twilight.

Murphy had enough reasons to convince himself to temporarily put aside his very flexible personal morals and enjoy the immoral life of eavesdropping.

"So, Myreddin is just an incarnation of Brother Steiner? And old Sir Ferdinand is also an incarnation of that guy? He also mentioned the 'Horcrux'. Hmm, I don't know if it is the Horcrux I imagined.

But if that is the case, then this ‘master monk’ will be very difficult to kill.”

Murphy stroked his chin and thought:
"There are two incarnations of Steiner in that cenote now. The fact that he dared to place both of them there means that even if they were missing, it would not affect his ability to continue causing trouble in other places. This is a bit troublesome.

Mannis!
How long will it take for Lord Pa Ying, Prince Bai, and the symbiotic warriors to reach the target area?"

He asked, and soon Pipishe's lifeless voice, who was obviously exhausted but forced to work overtime, rang in his ears:

“Tretan has tried his best to speed up, but the energy field interference in the target area is surging. Those bastards may have opened the creation land under the tiankeng. In short, it will take some time.

Also, I think that if you want to use the Scepter of God to strike that place, there is no need to send these guys in. You will have to pick them out later. Why bother?

It is better to use the supreme military power of the Creator now!
Wouldn't it be easy and quick to just throw a bullet at that place and smooth everything out?
Who cares what they are doing there? One force can defeat ten, don't you understand?"

"Oh, I wish I had your quick thinking. Speed ​​up! Send my companions over. If you can capture Mereddin alive, don't hesitate. No matter what that guy is planning, I don't intend to follow his wishes."

Murphy snorted, spread his huge blood wings in the death scene of the Gramos Hades, which had already begun to take shape, and flew towards the target. The moment of takeoff, he created a terrifying sonic wave that ravaged the surroundings, causing his speed to exceed the visual limit in an instant.

Just like a scarlet comet rising into the sky.

It is true that a shot of God's Scepter can easily solve all problems, but that also means that all the information contained in today's events will be covered up in the light that destroys everything. If Murphy is satisfied with being a chosen one of God who only seeks results, such an ending is not a bad idea.

However, to this day, he has no intention of giving up the opportunity to seek those truths.

He must understand all the plans of the Chaos believers. Only in this way can he gain the upper hand in the subsequent confrontation. He must know everything in order to know what he should not know.

At the same time, at the entrance of the "Mechanical City" deep in the tiankeng, the Dusk believers were a little confused when they saw the energy field in front of them, which was so thick that it was completely impenetrable and even untouchable. The pulsating energy turned into a deadly electric grid that surrounded the manufacturing factory in the Eden area, protecting it from being disturbed by the outside world as it had done for the past thousand years.

Under normal circumstances, this blockade cannot be broken, but in the eyes of the chief monk, this defense system that has blocked the world's exploration for thousands of years is nothing more than this.

"Start authentication!"

Controlling old Sir Ferdinand's body, the head monk stepped forward and shouted:

"Member identification code of the Eden District Management Committee is HYT-87-G4-61P! Execute the special authority of the secret department, immediately lift the energy blockade and activate the special communication tower. I have something very important to contact the think tank department of the Sentinel Corps."

His shouts echoed in this mechanical city that had been blocked for thousands of years. As the deadly energy sparks faded, the verification process ended and a path leading to the interior of the mechanical city opened up ahead.

This scene made the chief monk laugh, as if he had returned to the good old days a thousand years ago.

But he quickly got rid of this past illusion and made a gesture to the Twilight believers behind him. The mechanical box that had been blocked all the way was brought to him and then opened in a tedious and complicated mechanical activity.

Only then were the contents stored inside exposed to everyone.

That's a robot.

A very sophisticated and anthropomorphic robot, completely different from the big, black and crude machines made by the halflings, it is full of humanistic posture. The outside of her body has a very delicate bionic skin that gives her a face no different from that of ordinary people, but a lot of the bionic skin on her body has been removed due to disassembly and assembly.

This gives the robot a unique form that is a mixture of human and machine.

"Your Excellency, the Great Think Tank, please follow me."

The chief monk said something to her, and the sentinel robot that was in shutdown mode opened its eyes like a sleeping human.

But there is no calm light of wisdom in it, instead there is flickering chaos, resistance and struggle.

The data memetic pollution from the subspace, woven by the scholars, broke through and covered her mental firewall in the form of a destructive virus, making her thinking logic module unable to function normally. She could only follow the monk in a daze and step into the mechanical city before her.

"You stay here!"

The head monk turned around and said to the dusk believers who were like zombies behind him:

“No matter who comes, stop them. Those who dare to approach will be sent to see Lord Original Sin. Today is the day for us believers to turn the tables. The end of the Order camp is approaching, and it is also the day you will pay for the arrival of dusk.

My brothers and sisters, no longer need to hide or endure, and unleash the blessing of Chaos. Let this world born of error feel the pain of the Lost Ones! "

At his command, the Chaos believers wearing black robes or Plantagenet Kingdom uniforms lowered their heads and watched the honorable leader disappear with the robot in the streets of the mechanical city, and they also tore off their disguise as humans in the strange trembling and whispering.

The corrupt power blessed by Chaos finally erupted undisguisedly, revealing its true form in the filthy storm that swept across the land.

There were the Chaos Eggs and Flesh-Tearers that the Transians had fought against before, as well as some bizarre monsters that could not be described in words, with hideous mouths torn open on their bodies, purple eyeballs growing out, or tentacles intertwined with brute force.

These ghosts were in a panic and made the deep part of the cave look like a chaotic ghost den, but the demigods on Murphy's side were still very reliable. Just as the dusk creatures were spreading along the cave, the star logistics from Tritan finally opened the exit of the star gate here despite the energy interference of the mechanical city.

Although Murphy's helpers could not be sent directly into the mechanical city, the current landing point is not too outrageous.

Lord Paying, riding a unicorn in the twinkling starlight, led the charge, followed by Prince Bai, dressed in military uniform and holding an ancient sword, and the Jade Dragon Guards led by him. Behind them came Brigadier General Fraser's hunter team, and finally the elite soldiers of the Holy Blood Regiment led by Maxim and Pablo himself.

Not many people came.

After all, the Dajiao Province had just experienced a battle with the evil god, and there were only a few people who still retained their combat effectiveness, but those who were as Murphy required were all elite.

The two groups almost met head-on in this ancient cave that never sees the sun. There was no communication between the two sides. As Lord Pa Ying raised the Holy Spear of Eternal Silence and launched a charge, the two groups collided fiercely like wild beasts meeting on a narrow road.

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The sound of shouting and killing surprised the chief monk, Master Steiner, who had already gone deep into the Mechanical City. The reason why he chose this time to launch this action was because he was sure that Dagon had pinned down the troublesome Chosen One of the Creators and his army in the waters of the Great Reef Province.

In his opinion, no matter how outrageous Dagon was, entering the material world in the body of an evil god could buy some time, so that Murphy would have no time to take care of other things. But the warriors of the Order camp in the rear came so quickly, which made the monk wonder whether Dagon, who was used as a pawn to buy time, had died?
Isn't this too outrageous?
After all, he is a veteran evil god, but he didn't even fight for 24 hours? Has this monster Murphy grown to the point where he can easily kill the evil god?

"Alas, if the camp had not been chosen long ago, I would have been tempted to jump ship when I saw the miracles happening so frequently on the side of Order, as if it was destiny."

Sir Steiner muttered to himself, then snorted and said:
"Just kidding. As the first 'Chosen of Chaos' in this world, I still have the will to fight to the end. But seeing that the person chosen by the Creator is so outstanding, it really makes me wonder, were the 'Sons of Creation' in Eden District all just a bunch of people who were just eating for free?
But considering that we are actually just a group of exiles who have lost our homes, if we were really powerful, we would not have become homeless beggars in the mass extinction, and naturally we could not claim to be the elite of civilization.

Tsk, it's nothing more than a makeshift team put together by chance with ulterior motives, which fully proves that the creator's vision is not that good."

He was not distracted by the battle outside the Mechanical City for too long. He looked up at the communication tower that was slowly rising from the Mechanical City in front of him, and then glanced at the confused Sentinel Think Tank beside him, and said:
"Let's go. You will send a verification message to the noble Sentinel Corps, and then share the blessing from Chaos with your compatriots in the form of data transmission.

Over the past thousand years, the Sentinel Legion's hunting in the Warp has interfered with too many things that must be done. It is time for you and the new gods you have created to take a break. When the last defense left by the Creator is broken, this erroneous world will have to face the judgment of fate.

Just like a child who must step out of the cradle and face the storms of the world.

You see, this is the disagreement between me and the Creator.

If you want your children to thrive, you can’t protect them too well.”

As he spoke, he led the think tank up to the elevator of the communications tower, and at the highest point he skillfully activated the communicator that could connect to the Sentinel Corps headquarters, and entered his own congressman's identification code to activate emergency communications.

With the light and shadow in front of him projecting "Communication established, waiting for information input" as a background, the guy made a "please" gesture and then stepped aside.

The great think tank beside him stepped forward like a puppet, raised his left hand and ejected an encrypted communication device, connecting it to the communication station. The special encrypted route belonging to the Sentinel Corps was activated. During the short wait, a crisp voice sounded from the other side:
"Is this identification code you? Ms. Flinders! All the sisters in the Think Tank Department have been very worried about you during your disappearance. Please report your location immediately and we will send a hunter to pick you up."

The confused think tank was silent for a moment, and then responded in a hoarse voice with sparks flashing in his eyes as if caused by a program error:
"I am trapped somewhere in the Warp. The Chaos Shadow attacked me, and I was lucky enough to find this lost communication device in a Chaos rift. I am doomed, sister. But I must send you a final message.
The new gods betrayed the teachings of the Creator!

The individual 'Avalon' was severely corrupted by chaos, and its remaining astral body has become a channel for the chaos shadow to pollute the astral world. It was destroyed by the Chosen Ones of Creation a few days ago, but this did not solve the problem.

The Broken Star Realm has been severely corrupted and urgently needs our intervention.

According to my judgment, the future situation of the Star Realm will greatly affect the outcome of the confrontation between Order and Chaos. Therefore, as a great think tank, I have issued an order to immediately abolish the Frontier Contract! Let the sisters enter the Star Realm to assist the Creator God in choosing."

The sentry on the other side seemed frightened by this order. She asked back:

"Are you sure? Although the Frontier Pact has been evaluated as a failed project, the New Gods are still responsible for the bridgehead in the warp. Once the contract is terminated, we will lose these valuable allies, and Chaos will immediately counterattack."

"Follow orders, sister."

The dangerous red light in the big think tank's eyes flickered more and more violently.

Mechanical sounds emanated from all parts of her body. This was the Sentinel's logical core resisting the data memetic pollution of the subspace, but it was obvious that she could no longer fight the erosion of Chaos pollution alone.

"I'm sorry, Great Think Tank, but your order will have an extreme impact on the subspace battlefield, and it does not comply with the rules of procedure of the Sentinel Corps. We must report it to the Corps Commander for a situation assessment before we can confirm whether to execute it!"

The sentry on the other side was very principled. She said:

"Please report your phase coordinates immediately. The rescue hunter team is ready to set off."

"Be careful sister."

Her self-isolation program eventually collapsed amid the wails of the Great Think Tank.

The moment his body fell, the copied chaos memetic virus was released to the other side along with the encrypted communication. Only a few mechanical screams and the noise of weapons firing were heard from the other side, and then silence returned.

The chief monk stood beside the collapsed think tank who was twitching on the ground and waited patiently. After a few seconds, an electronic voice without any emotion sounded from the other side:

"Order received! The Great Think Tank's authority has been approved, the verification code is correct, and the cancellation procedure of the 'Frontier Contract' has been initiated! The first to fourth formations of the Sentinel Corps have received the order and will leave the home port and jump to the astral realm."

"Thank you for your help, respected sentinels."

The head monk said softly:

"May Chaos bless you with success in the next battle. But before that, I have a few small requests that I hope you can help me complete."

"Please give your orders, sir."

(End of this chapter)