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Chapter 1368: Once upon a time, high-end goods, today’s cabbage, eh, this is called the law of feng shui
At first, Murphy harshly evaluated the Songhai people as a group of pitiful guys who were obsessed with superstition about the Creator. Later, this title was thrown at the Aztecs. But it was not until today that Murphy and his friends realized that it was the Sentinel Corps that were truly immersed in the glory of the Creator and unwilling to deviate from it in the slightest.

This force composed entirely of mechanical sisters has a series of negative buffs such as "fanaticism", "blind faith", "stubbornness", "dogmatism" and dangerous "fascism". It is simply the worst organizational structure Murphy has ever seen. It is really difficult for them to fight against the Chaos Vanguards in the subspace in this form for more than a thousand years.

But think about it the other way around, if it weren't for the bonus of their fanatical belief in the Creator, the Sentinel Legion probably wouldn't have been able to persist in that damn place called the Warp until now and beat up the Chaos Shadows who wanted to rush into the Astral Plane and the material world.

In order to fight the war, they must change themselves, and in order to continue the war, they must shape themselves into this form.

At least that's what they think.

Well, this is the result of abandoning children from a young age and letting them grow up wildly. From this point of view, the Creator is really an irresponsible bastard parent who should be thrown into a nursery for a few days of lessons.

However, based on Murphy's understanding of that guy, he would probably just suddenly get angry and scold his iron daughters, and then feel proud and satisfied that they have persisted in fighting for more than a thousand years.

If you ignore the Creator's series of quirks, this guy is actually a very Asian guy.

Whether it was towards the ancestors of the Songhai people, the Sentinel Corps, or even towards those idiots in the Eden District who were looking for trouble, He had always been very tolerant.

But this is someone else's "family affair", and Murphy cannot get involved. He can't just say something crazy like "I'm here to join this family" and run to the confinement room where six or seven Sentinel Primarchs have gathered to listen to the "holy teachings", right?

Even the logistics primarch "Maintainer" Ms. Selina, who is the least good at fighting among the sisters, can easily and gently take off Murphy's dog head with her four slender mechanical arms.

When the Creator was shaping these Sentinel Primitives, he really spared no effort in creating them, making each of their basic specifications comparable to the physical fitness of a demigod.

At this time, outside the location where the Daughter of Glory ran aground, two Warp Hunting Patrols of the same specifications had already surfaced from phase diving and accurately shuttled to this assembly area. The five Sentinel Primarchs on the two warships were now "chatting about family matters" with their great father in the large confinement room of the Daughter of Glory.

And that damn confinement room has now been surrounded by a group of the most capable and devout mechanical sisters in the Sentinel Corps, all of whom are commanders of all levels of the Sentinel Corps. They are fanatically surrounding the place, obviously wanting to eavesdrop on the great father's teachings, but because they cannot overstep their boundaries, they are forced to maintain the most resolute stance.

Murphy couldn't bear it any longer, so he just played the voice in the confinement room out loud.

Of course, the Creator's conversations with the Sentinels are not in the form of voice. If they must speak, it should be similar to the information exchange in program interaction.

Mortals cannot hear the "holy sound", but the sentinels can capture this information. The moment Murphy released it, the sentinel commanders on duty knelt down on the ground in unison.

If they had the ability to shed tears, they would have burst into tears right now. But even so, the commanders' generally charming faces showed unparalleled admiration, enthusiasm and emotion.

Even Mosna is like this.
"Oh my god, I feel like I'm in the most fanatical church in the world. I'm really afraid that those crazy sentinels will jump up and call us heretics, and then burn us to ashes with their flamethrowers that can ignite the warp."

Cui Si complained with discomfort all over her body:
"Let's hurry down. Didn't we say we were going to get the artificial godhood from the 'Quiet Daughter'?"

"That ship hasn't come yet."

Murphy looked at the communication beacon on the bridge communicator and said:

"The two ships that are coming now are the 'Wise Daughter', which is responsible for logistics maintenance and material collection and storage, and the 'Fertility Daughter', which is responsible for forging production. The 'Quiet Daughter', which is responsible for housing and suppressing evil things and serves as the core of the Sentinel Corps' faith, will arrive in about seven minutes.

The last to arrive was the largest and most sturdy strategic transport and arsenal ship, the 'Warlike Daughter'.

By the way, the naming logic of the Sentinel Corps is really weird. I just checked the database, and the battleship that rebelled was called 'Daughter of Purity', and now they call it 'Daughter of Shame'. It is said that the battleship was not destroyed, and it seems to have fallen into the hands of the shadows of the subspace.

The non-combat ship of the think tank department, the 'Daughter of Truth', is still missing and is suspected to have suffered internal mutiny and contamination.

Tsk tsk, isn't this the loyal army and the rebellious army?"

"What about the Omega?"

Adele raised her eyebrows and asked:
"If the mutinous warship is not destroyed, the crashed flagship of the Sentinel Corps should still be there, right?"

"It's hard to say. They also tried to go deep into the Sunless Sea to look for the wreckage of the Omega, but they were unsuccessful. After the Creator left, the concentration of chaos in the depths of the Sunless Sea exceeded the limit that the Sentinels could withstand."

Murphy shook his head and said:
"Even the most tenacious Sentinel Primarch, Madam Heavy Armored Phobos, could not penetrate deep into it, but many high-ranking Sentinels believe that the Omega is still on the battlefield waiting for the Sentinels to take it home."

"Master! There are many elite sentinels outside applying to log into the Daughter of Glory!"

Maxim ran over and reported:

"It is said that they heard that the Creator's teachings can be heard here. The sentinels are very excited. Do we want to..."

"Oh my god, I really underestimated the enthusiasm of these iron-headed sisters."

Murphy covered his eyes with his hands and said helplessly:

"Open all landing zones and bring in the poor Sentinels. Have them stay in the hangar and don't run around. The voice of the Creator can also be heard there. Open the communication link and synchronize the voice of the Creator to other warships to prevent the Sentinels from neglecting their duties in order to make the pilgrimage and being exploited by Chaos.

The crew of the Lady of Glory is still rebuilding, do not disturb the process.

as for us
Let’s go down.

Leave this place to the Sentinels. They have waited for this day for more than 1,400 years. This is the reward they deserve."

"What a touching loyalty! He persisted for more than a thousand years just to listen to his father's words."

Maxim sighed:
"This should also be the future form of the Holy Blood Regiment! Such loyal perseverance is worthy of learning for all warriors in the Order camp."

"Stop making trouble!"

Murphy complained:
"The machines have intelligence plug-ins that can adjust their thinking so that fanatical beliefs will not interfere with normal combat and life. But mortals don't have that mysterious little switch in their brains. If you create a group of fanatics, don't let them kill each other because of their doctrines.

The Sentinels' unique form of existence cannot be replicated.

They are the true descendants of creation, and their guardian is the Creator, not me. I don't want such a terrible scene to happen to my subordinates."

He said so, and led everyone off the bridge. When they returned to the ground at the border of the star realm, they saw tens of thousands of fanatical sentinels lining up to enter the landing area of ​​the Daughter of Glory. The scene was magnificent, and every sentinel was fully armed, but every sentinel maintained the most devout expectation and desire. They would recite the Creator's doctrine while walking, and some sentinels with intellectual plug-ins that might have problems were trying to "preach", forcing the great Pipi Snake and Old Tritan, the Creator, who were forced to listen to them, and other star realm demigods who came to join in the fun, to not dare to say a word.

That cowardly attitude is so embarrassing.

But there is really no way to do this. There are tens of thousands of sentinels here waiting to listen to the great father's admonition. In this situation, if Pipi Snake dares to shout out "The Creator is an idiot", that would be the end. Pipi Snake would be lucky to be stewed into snake soup.

"Oh, you guys finally made it down."

Seeing Murphy and the others appear, Mannis rushed over as if he had been pardoned. He flew around Murphy a few times and complained:

"What's going on? Why are there so many Sentinels coming at once? The sight of them rising from the phase tide and crossing the astral plane scared the brothers to death. We were afraid that the ship didn't like us and would drop a few digital rate torpedoes to wipe us out. Even the Djinns were alarmed."

"It's okay. Just think of it as the Sentinel Corps' team building today. Don't ask about mechanical life forms. Don't make them angry and have you captured as a test subject."

The evil-minded Murphy threatened:
"I'm not trying to scare you. All seventeen Primarchs of the Sentinel Legion will be here today. One punch from each of those sisters can smash you into a pulp."

"Here it comes! Murphy, look! The Serenity is coming!"

Just as Murphy was threatening the poor timid Pisces, Tris shouted behind him, and the vampire lord turned around and saw a strange-looking black warship emerging from the phase waves.

Compared with the other three patrol ships, this battleship's appearance is much "cooler".

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It has gotten rid of the strange iron coffin aesthetic of the Sentinel Corps and instead has a row of large and small temple-like buildings arranged in the middle of the hull, and an astonishingly large mechanical cathedral at the rear of the hull. Even the ram, torpedo port and macro cannon base at the front of the battleship have been shaped into the sacred emblem of the Creator.

Needless to say, this thing must be the Sentinel Corps's base of faith. The sentinels coming out of it are all fanatics. This is no joke!

After the battleship entered the suspension mode, Murphy was stunned by the exaggerated appearance of the first batch of sentinels that were teleported down.

These sisters were also shaped to have very mature female demeanor, with big things as needed and small things as needed, but the problem was that they had engraved their bionic skins with the Creator's commandments all over them, like special decorations, and regarded those sacred runes as the protection of their father. Even the power weapons and firearms they used had similar emblems.

Guarded by the elite Sentinels, the Sentinel Primarch Lady "The Zealot" Hetis and her twin sister Lady "The Pious" Armenes are almost mirror images of each other.

The two tall primarchs were identical, indistinguishable from each other.

The clothing styles, decorations, and even the sacred emblems and spell marks on their foreheads are exactly the same. The only difference is that the fanatics hold mechanical scythes, while the devout carry huge mechanical-powered hammers.

According to Flinders, these two were the most staunch fundamentalists of the Creator Church and the two Primarchs who most supported the sisters of the Think Tank when the "Protocol of Rectification" was implemented.

They were eager to listen to the great father's teachings, so they did not talk much with the honorable Alpha. They just handed the key of the battleship's secret vault to Murphy in a solemn manner and granted him and his entourage the power to move freely on the battleship "Daughter of Tranquility", and then left.

Seeing the two devout men holding hands and impatiently boarding the Daughter of Glory to meet their father reminded Murphy of the little girls and sisters who were eager to go home.

"I heard that there are strange rumors in the Sentinel Corps, saying that the best and most outstanding Sentinel can become the 'bride' of the Creator."

Murphy played with the mechanical key in his hand and said to the people around him:
"I actually doubt that this ridiculous rumor was spread by these two sisters who are very good at using psychic powers. Ah, fanaticism is the furthest emotion from understanding."

"Stop talking nonsense and leave! I'm becoming increasingly uncomfortable here."

Tris urged, and the others thought the same.

After the fanatical sentinels of the Serenity came over, this star border became a super-large missionary site, which was indeed a little hard to get used to, especially since Murphy and his gang were not devout believers, they really didn't fit in.

"Get your guys and go!"

Murphy patted Pipi Snake's head. The latter was still stunned and asked back:
"What are we going to do? Is the Sentinel Corps' warship a place that we native demigods dare to go? I'm afraid that if I go up there, I won't be able to get down."

"That's what you said."

Murphy squinted his eyes and said:
"Don't regret it if you don't go. The Daughter of Tranquility has housed all the artificial godheads of the new gods. I was just about to go and get them back. I was going to take this opportunity to give benefits to you guys who have worked hard even though you didn't make any contributions. But you still don't want them.
How about I give your share to Eris?
You know what, I feel really good when the wolf licks me."

"Get it out of here, get it out of here! I am your number one lackey, oh, my Lord Murphy, the supreme lord of generosity."

Pipi Snake immediately put on a facial expression and wrapped itself around Murphy's arm and refused to let go. This shameless behavior was really frustrating, while Old Tristana had already started calling his friends, and soon, all the members of the Demigod Gang had arrived.

They followed Murphy into the cabin of the Daughter of Tranquility, which was filled with patrolling fanatical sisters. The entire ship was playing the sound of conversations between the Creator and the Primarchs, making the fanatical sisters stop and listen. No one tried to stop Murphy and his party.

However, there are not only sentinels on the Sentinel Corps' warships, those very sci-fi combat mechas are responsible for defense.

Murphy's authority would naturally not be blocked here. Although he wanted to take the opportunity to appreciate the secret vault of the Quiet Lady's collection of evil items, the most important thing now was to divide the spoils.

They entered the collection vault with the highest security level, and on the display stand in front of them were placed those artificial godheads that were suspended like irregular crystals.

From numbers 001 to 007, including the artificial godhead number 003 of the fallen god of war Liuguk, the cores of power made by the Creator are all here. Even in the unactivated state due to the abolition of the frontier contract, the halos emitted by these treasures still make the demigods' eyes blurred.

"Except for Hades's death godhead, you can choose the rest for yourselves."

Murphy looked at these irregular crystals. He turned around, folded his arms, and spoke to the demigods behind him in the tone of a shopping guide:
"Don't be polite. Just take whichever one you like. The artificial godhead will generate the most suitable priesthood power for you based on the symbolism of your original body and your destiny, so don't worry about taking the wrong one."

Hearing this, Old Cuitan was the first to rush out, but the snake wrapped its tail around his neck and pulled him back. The unreliable snake behaved very steadily at this moment. It also stopped Li Ji, looked at the smiling Murphy, and asked:

"But at what cost? Murphy."

"The price, of course, is all this."

The vampire lord stretched out his hand and drew a circle, as if to include everything in the astral world, and said:
"Although the Border Contract has been abolished, the godhood left by the Creator has physical constraints. It is wishful thinking to want to gain power without paying. To become a god with this thing, one must bind one's existence to something indestructible.

A chain, and you have to wear it around your neck willingly."

(End of this chapter)