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Chapter 1306 1304. I gave you a chance but you didn't use it! You are so conservative even in your dreams, how can you be the leader of a cult?

"Ding!"

Just as Murphy flew into another entrance of the Ganilin Mountains cenote at the speed of a red comet and rushed towards the Mechanical City, a special prompt that had never appeared before suddenly popped up on the administrator interface in front of him:
[Data access station DT-091 executes special access rights through the Sentinel Corps! The access command is 'remotely shut down the World Heart Defense System'! This command does not conform to the internal authority logic of the Sentinel Corps and is suspected to be misappropriated by others!

The administrator's authority has reached the 'Intern Creator', who has the right to interfere with similar instructions involving the World Heart System. Do you want to intercept this instruction? 】

"?"

Murphy blinked in surprise.

Although I don't quite understand how this matter is related to the Sentinel Corps that has been hiding in the subspace, but if this kind of order that is obviously "indiscriminate" is not cleared up quickly, is it going to be kept until the New Year?
"Intercept! Reversely lock the data access authority!"

Murphy gave two instructions in succession, then flapped his wings to continue accelerating forward, and soon arrived at the outskirts of the Mechanical City along the tiankeng path.

This mechanical land hidden under the mountains has several cenote exits. Murphy did not take that main road and therefore did not meet Sim and the Lord, but he confirmed that the dogs of Dusk are now in this city that has been sleeping for a thousand years.

Faced with the deadly energy blockade in front of him, Murphy did not slow down at all but rushed forward in a Khakitotantai-style posture. Just as he approached the energy field, the complete Hun Tian Wan Xiang device on his wrist automatically gave a shutdown command, allowing the deadly electric net to quietly dissipate when Murphy approached, allowing the distinguished administrator to fly into it.

At the same time, Monk Leader Steiner looked at the data access console that was remotely locked in front of him with regret. None of his instructions could be conveyed through this thing.

However, the good news is that except for the last instruction to shut down the World Heart Defense System, which was intercepted because it was too outrageous and triggered a logical review, the other instructions have been received by the other party and started to be executed.

"Thank you, Ms. Think Tank."

The chief monk stretched his neck and whispered to the sentinel at his feet, who was still twitching and whose body had begun to disintegrate itself:
"Without your help, today's matter would never have been so smooth. Please forgive me for having to spend all my time and energy on the first conversation with Mr. Murphy. I will not greet you. Well, there is no need to be so determined to perform the painful virus disinfection over and over again, sir.

It's useless!
The pollution of data memes is engraved in your mechanical mind and is intertwined with every underlying code of yours. Unless you choose to format yourself, it will remain and iterate with your mind.

This choice was too cruel even for the Sentinels.

Alas, even a mechanical mind has learned to deceive itself. At this point, what are you still pretending to be? Are you going to express your innocence in this way? It's too clumsy. "

"Swish"

The red blood light fell on the top of the communication tower like a falling meteorite. Amid the ravages of the sonic wave that was powerful enough to scrape bones and cut flesh, all non-fixed objects, including the think tank, were swept away and thrown out of the platform.

Murphy's wings flapped and closed, and the chief monk in front of him activated a unique talisman at hand to make him take the blow.

On the communication tower platform under the ravages of the "Desktop Cleaning Master", he looked at Murphy with admiration as he pulled out the burning Long Night Guard and walked towards him. He seemed to be trying to struggle, but when Murphy approached, the guy pulled out the old knight's shotgun and shot the vampire.

"boom"

The flying burning gold bullet hit Murphy's face, causing his head to rise upwards.

But the next moment, the Vampire Governor lowered his head with an expression of "Are you kidding me?", and the left side of his face was messed up by the flames of the gold explosion. However, after a high-speed recovery lasting several seconds, he returned to his handsome posture, and then spit out two twisted gold bullets with an expressionless face.

Amid the sound of the thing falling to the ground, he looked at the head monk who dropped his shotgun and raised his hands in surrender.

The latter had Sir Ferdinand's gentle and weather-beaten face, and his eyes, which should have been gentle and wise, shone with the curious observation of a heinous soul in his last moments.

Murphy looked him up and down, retracted the burning Long Night Guard sword, and let the buzzing necessary evil return to his side and hover.

The Chief Monk, who lived in Sir Ferdinand's mind, did not bring any exaggerated combat power to the old knight. The body in front of him was just an old explorer of the Black Iron rank, but his level of hiding was indeed amazing. Even at such a close distance, Murphy's Truth Pursuit was only slightly shaken.

If it had not been confirmed that this guy was one of the incarnations of the Chief Monk, this level of vibration would not even be as good as the sensory warning brought by a genuine Chaos Vanguard.

The vampire lord seemed to quickly lose interest in the chief monk in front of him. He turned his head to look at the data access console that he had just locked remotely. There was a data rollback on it, allowing him to tell that at least four instructions had been issued before the permissions of this thing were locked.

"I suppose you terminated the Frontier Pact?"

Murphy asked:

"If I were you, if I had the chance at this moment, I would definitely find a way to kill those annoying new gods and win an advantage for my warp master on the Chaos battlefield. What else?

Besides finding a way to tear off the Order Faction's highest-power card, what else did you do?"

"Move half of the Sentinels from the Warp battlefield into the Astral Plane."

The head monk replied frankly:
“This will cause at least three unacceptable gaps in the defense line that the Sentinel Corps has maintained for a thousand years, causing the remaining Sentinel Corps to lose their flanks and support, and trap them to death on the battlefield they are defending.

Do you know?

The Sentinel Legion left behind by the Creator has been the most troublesome enemy of the Chaos Forces over the past thousand years.

They are indestructible and unshakable, possessing self-purification, outrageous resistance to Chaos, and super destructive power as if blessed by the Machine God. Wherever their patrol boats go, even the most stubborn Chaos Shadows will have to retreat.

You don't really think that the world has been able to survive for a thousand years because of a few failed products that claim to be "gods"?
However, even the most perfect work of the Creator is not perfect. The strength of the Sentinel Corps is based on the doctrine of internal data sharing and mutual trust, which means that as long as we seize an opportunity, we can break through those mechanical sisters from the inside.

And it turns out that I did it!

The most ridiculous thing is that even Ms. Flinders, the great think tank who just made a terrible mistake, felt that she was being attacked and used by the Chaos thieves.
But she didn't think about it. As one of the Sentinels' Primarchs created by the Creator himself, if there was nothing wrong with her, how could a mere Chaos Chosen One like me capture her from the Sentinel Corps without anyone noticing?
what!
This is the cruel truth!

My dear Murphy, the Sentinels have been corrupted over the millennia of fighting the shadows of the Warp.

They have been exposed to chaos for too long!

The material world they protected was too stupid and weak to help the Sentinels gain even a moment of rest. Their steel-like mechanical minds had accumulated too many calls from Chaos, and those calls had changed them in a wonderful way.

Do you want to know how I captured Ms. Flinders?

That was a really wonderful story.

I spent more than three years lurking on the outskirts of the jungle at the heart of the world, trying to find a loophole in that flawless defense system. Of course, I found none, but I did discover the pattern of the sentinels' shift changes in the only stronghold in the material world.

I knew that was my only chance, so I quietly observed and discovered the 'little secret' of Ms. Flinders, the powerful Sentinel Commander!
She had some sentimental feelings that a Sentinel think tank should never have!
She became curious about the Aztec civilization, and she would always go secretly to observe them alone. She convinced herself that she was doing so to gather intelligence on the activities of chaotic molecules in the material world, but the mortal gadgets she collected in private could not deceive anyone.

Perhaps this strong warrior also wanted to see what kind of life was born in the world they had fought to protect in the warp for thousands of years.

It was this curiosity that made her weak, which also proved that the Creator's creation was by no means perfect.

He shouldn't have injected so much wisdom into these mechanical creatures. When wisdom flows in their heads, they tend to have wild thoughts, and once they doubt the cause they insist on, they are only one step away from failure. When they are not focused enough, they will bring more opportunities to those who are interested.

For example, I easily gained her trust by simply disguising myself as an Aztec who strayed into the jungle. "

The head monk spread his hands with a happy expression and said:

"Then everything went smoothly. With the power of my Lord, I attacked her by surprise and brought her back to the organization to be handed over to my companion who was the best at mechanical knowledge. However, things were still full of troubles up to this point, because my pitiful companion, who was a genius among mortals, still could not crack the Sentinel's mechanical mind.

You see, fate is so magical, it gives us assists at critical moments.

The moment you assisted the Hades Worm in using the artificial god God Gedun, the Frontier Contract application identification code was automatically sent to Ms. Flinders. With that self-response message, we successfully "opened a hole" in her terrifying mechanical mind and were able to infuse the chaotic memetic contamination into her.
and many more!

What are you doing?

The head monk looked at Murphy, yawned, and turned around, typing on the locked data access desk, apparently editing and sending out new commands.

It seemed that the truths he told were not even as tempting to Murphy as those tumbling data characters.

This silent contempt made the chief monk very angry, and he shouted:

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"I'm talking to you. When others are sharing their proud experiences, shouldn't you, a person of your position of power, give a hypocritical and proper smile and applause? You are such a barbarian with no manners at all!"

"boom"

He was answered by a gunshot.

As the mechanical hand cannon transformed from the bracelet on his wrist opened fire, a plasma beam ruthlessly pierced through the waist and abdomen of the incarnation of the chief monk, causing him to fall to the ground in severe pain.

"Your dog's barking disturbs me, the governor of the barbarians, your honorable and hypocritical lord."

Murphy scolded without even turning his head:

"Aren't you telling these crappy stories just to buy time so that the Sentinel Think Tank department you have corrupted can carry out your orders? This is such an old trick that you are still using! You are indeed a failed old ghost from a thousand years ago. You really can't learn even a little bit of new things.

Now cover your wound and wait there. I will talk to you after I finish this matter."

"you!"

The chief monk lying in a pool of blood was horrified.

He realized that his emotions were a little out of control just now, obviously disturbed by the cunning vampire in front of him. He looked up and saw Murphy using the sentinel communication route he opened to send new instructions to the other party, and then he covered his wound and said:
"So, what are you doing?"

"I just think that you are a little too conservative as the leader of the Destroyers."

Murphy looked back at him, reached out and hit the enter key on the data access console to send the command he had edited.

Amid the mechanical "command received" voice from the other side, he said:

"Isn't it a bit too petty to send only half of the Sentinels back to the Astral Plane? Look, I just modified your order, asking all members of the Sentinel Corps to immediately abandon their positions in the subspace and collectively return to the edge of the Astral Plane to carry out new defensive operations!
You want to win victory in the warp for your master of sin, but I'll tell you, that shithole is for anyone who wants it!
We will regroup in the astral realm!

One day, the Sentinels and the gods of order will return to the warp under my command, and at that time, there will be an army following them that you dare not even imagine. On that day, we will launch a true warp crusade and tear your master of original sin and other warp shadows off their filthy thrones!
I will let them see with their own eyes what methods the successor chosen by the Creator will use to deal with them!"

“This is not right!”

Faced with Murphy's more extreme "strategic plan", Master Steiner's brain suddenly went blank. He struggled and shouted:

"You, you so easily gave up the position that the New God and the Sentinels had guarded for a thousand years! What qualifications do you have to call yourself the Chosen One of the Creators, you bastard? And I also released those dangerous guys in the cages of the Old Gods!
The nightmare tyrants, the dark lords, and the evil spirits sealed around the world will all rush out and tear your unprotected hinterlands of the Order camp into pieces! All your preparations will be disrupted and used by me, the situation has been reversed!
I twisted it with my own hands!"

"Well, that's great."

Murphy picked up the machine pistol at hand, squatted down, and put it against the chin of the monk. He said in a relaxed tone:

"After Dagon was killed, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to create more powerful 'world bosses' for my warriors in the next version of the game. And you, a kind-hearted person, immediately sent me so many materials.

I should probably give you an 'honorary dog ​​planner' badge or something.

Actually, I also have a little secret to share with you, dear Brother.

I guess you are also curious about why the material world has been unable to produce a power that surpasses the Golden One for a thousand years. The truth is that this world is not a defective product, but a nosy creator who locked it before leaving this world.

Before this blockade procedure is lifted, no native demigod can be born in the material world.

The guy called it a proper protection, and he reminded me that in order to deal with the new situation, I had to lift the blockade, but I had no idea where to start because the control of this thing was also in the hands of the Sentinel Corps.

I had to get in touch with some seriously autistic robot girls, work hard to build up my reputation, and then go through a lot of disgusting wrangling before I could convince the Sentinels to end their blockade of world power.

But now, you, a kind person, have helped me align the granularity and connect the upper and lower nodes. With the help of the "auto-response" device you left behind, I can ask the other party to unconditionally obey any of my orders.
The best part is, no matter what I ask them to do, you will be the one to take the blame!"

Murphy patted the head monk on the head, put the muzzle of the gun against his chest and fired four shots. In the latter's hateful, angry and crazy eyes, he waved goodbye to that consciousness, blowing away the non-existent gunpowder from the muzzle of the gun.

“So I did it!
According to conservative estimates, the power blockade of the material world will begin to be lifted in ten minutes. Based on my understanding and speculation of the strength of the golden people in the current world, at least ten demigods will be born in this world within half a month at most.

Two midnight demigods were born from among us vampires alone.

Pretty impressive, right?

That’s not all.

After this power blockade is lifted, the astral demigods will no longer be restricted in their travels to and from the material world, and the gods will be able to freely enter the material world after meeting certain conditions.

just
Didn't you terminate the Frontier Pact?
Those unfortunate souls who have been fighting in the subspace for a thousand years were able to take this opportunity to return to the material world to rest, and use their faith to rekindle the divine fire. From this point of view, they really have to thank you.

Alas, when you were reporting your work to me so proudly just now, there were a few moments when I really doubted whether you were our undercover agent. Sir, what you did in the past five minutes completely exceeded the subsequent update plan that our rookie development team had spent several months trying to come up with.

Therefore, please allow me to express my highest respect to the 'Legendary Undercover' Monk on behalf of the Order Camp.
Ugh!
Don't spit blood, I still want to talk to you for a while, and don't give me the middle finger! Didn't your mother teach you that a noble person like you can't do such an indecent thing? "

(End of this chapter)