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Chapter 1494 1491. Look, what the Creator failed to accomplish will eventually be accomplished by a little man!

"Well, it's like a pair of tweezers stuck into my brain through my nostrils. The stinging pain is really uncomfortable. The war has already started, and Scale Father was born. Unfortunately, as we expected, this guy chose to take a shortcut, so he was born as a Chaos God."

On the way to the depths of the earth's crust, Murphy rubbed his forehead and said to the people around him:
"Hades is very angry. He once regarded Scalefather as a rebellious offspring and tried to guide him, but unfortunately, another fall happened right before his eyes. Perhaps this reminded him of Palom who had taken the wrong path. In any case, the Hades worm is roaring and trying to enter the material world."

"Theoretically, right?"

Triss held the Star Staff and emitted light, illuminating the bottomless abyss below. She said:
"Hades hasn't completed the secondary binding of the artificial godhood yet? He is not bound by the Frontier Contract now, so theoretically he can come over, right? And after all, he is a god who has seen the world in the subspace. If he comes over, Scale Father will be dead, right?"

"That's the theory, but I won't let Hades risk being contaminated by the Immortal Lord and come to the material world just to kill a useless idiot bug."

Murphy pouted and said:
"Old-timers like Shou and Tao never do things in a one-time deal. I have enough reason to suspect that the corruption of Lin Fu in front of me is just a bait.

If Hades had not come, Scale Father would have completely ascended to demon status and eventually become a new Chaos Shadow.

If Hades comes, then the Lord of Longevity may be able to gain two outstanding Chaos Secondary Gods today. Although the temptation to make the final decision is great, I still decided to leave this matter to my players.

Hades's wrath will find a suitable outlet, and it is not here."

"Five thousand foreigners trying to kill an evil god. This sounds crazy. What's even crazier is that in my mind, I actually thought that this could happen, and the probability is not low."

Master Minx, who was driving the battle mech, sighed and said:
"Sure enough, I was also infected, and I was infected with the poison of 'foreigners can do anything'."

"This is not an illusion."

Trish responded:
"They have performed miracles many times, and this one is no different. It's just a newly born evil god. Our foreign warriors performed a similar feat nearly a year ago."

"So let's just focus on what we are doing."

Granny Little Bach whispered, ending the discussion.

Everyone fell silent again, and Fenris Wildfist, the sinful dwarf slave master who was leading the way in front with a unique beeping instrument in his hand, was under great pressure.

It wasn't just because Murphy always looked at him strangely, sending chills down his spine.

Also, because the group of people around him believed that the danger contained in the place they were heading to was more terrifying than a newly born evil god, and considering that they had come here to trade slaves for a long time in the past, Manquan was sweating for himself.

Well, I am still alive and well today, and it is because of the kindness of those cultists in front of me.

"I urge you not to be so optimistic, sir."

Murphy suddenly said:

"Do you know why we must let you lead the way to the Greenhouse of Life?"

"Uh, because in that place, only the instrument in my hand can find the correct path to pass through the blockade of space?"

Manquan replied cautiously.

But this answer was too stupid, so stupid that even Shani couldn't stand it. Shani, who was wearing a combat mask like Murphy, said in a cold tone:

"Because you are the only one who has frequently entered and exited the Greenhouse of Life in the past fifty years, and is not a member of the Twilight Organization but is still alive! We have enough reason to believe that you have actually been infected by something, so this time you'd better pray that you are clean. If you find any abnormality in a while,
I'm sorry, but the Sin Dwarves may need to choose a new lord."

"I'm clean! I swear!"

Manquan roared immediately, but soon he lost his temper.

He couldn't guarantee that he was absolutely "clean". He even suspected that he had been brainwashed by Huang Hun. After all, he had engaged in slave trade with them too many times.

Although the other party always pretended to hide his face every time they met, but if you count carefully, Manquan had actually seen almost all the leaders of Dusk with his own eyes. He had even seen Ms. Lily, although that was decades ago.

"Drip drip"

The instrument in Manquan's hand made a more rapid sound, indicating that the space entrance to the Greenhouse of Life was nearby.

Over the past ten minutes or so, the group seemed to be going in circles, as if they were walking in an underground maze, but they knew that they were actually going all the way down. No one here would be affected by simple mental interference. Old Flywheel could even accurately report their current altitude by mental arithmetic.

Just as Manquan grabbed the instrument and began to look for the entrance to today's changes, Murphy turned his head and looked at the little Bach grandmother behind him.

他 说:

"need any help?"

"Ok?"

The Psychic Overlord, who was using her magic book to prepare spells for battle, looked at Murphy in surprise. She said coldly and politely:
"No, I don't need to. I'm fine."

"You're not good! No one would feel good about having a mind flayer tadpole swimming around freely in their head."

Murphy said coldly:
"I don't even need to sense it to guess that your brain is currently in a dangerous pre-malignant stage. Soon, your brain will expand to the point of tearing your skull apart, and your facial features and face will be reshaped into an octopus face like Sim's. More importantly, the developing mind flayer tadpoles will eat your brain and replace it.

Were you really you at that time?

Have you ever thought about this question?

Just because I'm polite to Sim doesn't mean I really like creatures like the Mind Flayers. They are ten thousand times worse vampires. We only want blood, but they want souls!

But I can help you.

It wasn’t possible before, but it is possible now.

All you need to do is tell me you need help and I can make that tadpole become part of your blood. Don't worry about the principle, you just need to know that I can do it.

So, I ask you one last time, little Bach, do you need any help?"

“She needs it!”

"Yes, she does, she just doesn't know she needs it."

The two old bootlickers, Old Flywheel and Minx, immediately came over and spoke well of Little Bach, but the psychic master involved looked calm.

She didn't even avoid Murphy's gaze, but said frankly:
"The development of Sim's mind flayer tadpoles was not so fast. I took the initiative to ask for the growth of the mind flayer tadpoles so that I could gain the ability to control the mind. You and your wife don't have to try to find the answer in my mind. I can sense the flow of your minds clearly.

I have blocked my mind, and all you can see is emptiness.

But if you need an answer, I'd say I've had enough!

Yes.

I had lived enough a long time ago.

My life has been wonderful enough. When I was young, two of the most outstanding halflings turned against me. In middle age, I found the true value of my existence and began to teach and educate people. In my later years, I heard the news that my long-deceased father was still alive.

Although it is regrettable that my father has become a cultist, the elderly just need some occasional surprises to maintain their concentration in life.

Even if this hadn't happened, I was planning to retire from the Ring Tower after helping Sim through the organization's weakest period, and then find a random place to shoot myself.

Halflings never seek immortality.

We are intelligent enough to understand that immortality is a painful disease, so to me, the death of the body or the transformation into a mind flayer is just a means to tell the weary soul to stop its journey.

I came here to say goodbye to myself and my father. Stop looking at me with those strange eyes. That's enough! My father's fall into evil is a nightmare shared by the three of us. Minx and Ryuk, we will work together to solve this problem as we did before. Then you will bring the news of my death back to Shardo Port. When you die, I will go to your grave to pay my respects. Of course, I will be the other 'me'."

"Okay, I respect your choice."

Murphy didn't try to persuade.

Others have made it so clear, it would be impolite to continue to argue.

A few minutes later, Manquan successfully found the entrance to the Greenhouse of Life. This guy didn't plan to go in by himself, but after seeing Xia Ni moving her fingers and claw blades popping out one by one, he could only sigh and obediently walked past the shadow in front of him that was no different from other places.

Murphy followed closely behind, and the others followed.

As expected of the Creator's technology, the setting of this space maze is very classic, allowing people to cross this shadow without any physical discomfort, just a little dizziness.

But then, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

An entire mechanical city appeared before his eyes. Its appearance and structure were very similar to the mechanical manufacturing plant in the Eden District under the tiankeng in the north of Greeny Island. However, the machines here were obviously more magnificent and more "natural". This description was strange, but the machines made by the Creator could indeed give people a similar feeling.

It's like they were born to be like this.

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Murphy was not an engineering expert, but he was an intern creator and had read information about the Greenhouse of Life in the Creation Engine. The scene before him was almost exactly the same as what was recorded in the illustrations.

"Thousands of years of chaos invasion did not destroy this giant building designed for the seeding of life. It was only because of geological changes that they sank to this place. However, it is indeed a miracle that the main body remains intact."

The Vampire Governor sighed:
"It's hard to imagine, how did Dusk find this place?"

"You should put it another way, Murphy."

Trish corrected:
"After confirming that the head monk of Twilight is the former Senator Steiner, we should know that the location of the Greenhouse of Life has always been controlled by the remnants of the Secret Department, and it was only handed over to Twilight at the right time.

But old Bach was indeed a talent.

What the secret department has not been able to do in thousands of years, he has actually accomplished in this era. Look, the energy system in the core area of ​​the Greenhouse of Life has been lit up.

It’s waking up here.”

"The scholars have used quite extreme means to reactivate the greenhouse of life."

The silver-gray bracelet on Murphy's left hand activated, and the electronic sound of the Eden program sounded from it, saying:
"He couldn't rewrite the entire Life Greenhouse control program in a short period of time, so he chose to replace the core processor! He used a replica of the control center to replace the Creator's intelligent core, and used it to forcibly activate the Life Greenhouse.

But according to the machine's calculations, once he chooses to start the resuscitation program, there is a high probability that a breeding disaster will occur in the Greenhouse of Life unless this is his plan!
The scholars intend to go to extremes and activate the "global formatting" function of the Creation Engine by triggering a breeding disaster."

"He's trying to bug it."

Compared to the explanation of the Eden Program, Murphy's explanation was simple and clear, causing the mechanically illiterate vampire ladies around him to nod their heads.

“Is this kind of thing really possible?”

Old Flywheel looked at Murphy in confusion and said:

"But you are already the creator. Shouldn't this order to reshape the world be approved by you?"

"I am an intern creator. Do you understand the value of the word 'internship'?"

Murphy walked to an edge console, changed the bracelet to access mode and connected it to the console. While operating, he shook his head and said:

"When the pollution level of the material world is detected to have exceeded the limit, the global formatting function of the Creation Engine will be automatically activated. If I want to shut down that program, I must fully obtain the Creator's authority. But the problem is that the last step of global formatting is to release the recorded biological information back into the new era through the Greenhouse of Life.

In other words, as long as the instruction is activated, the scholar's blueprint will be realized.

In fact, if we look at it from this perspective, he created the swarm of insects and launched the locust plague for this purpose. When the number of insects affects the balance of the material world, the formatting instructions will also be activated.

The only problem now is that I don’t quite understand what kind of blueprint for the future Bach has designed. "

"Of course it's the Creator's perfect blueprint! I know it, I've read it and improved it, a perfect era that will free all life from all nightmares!"

At this moment, the figure of old Bach rang above everyone's head. They looked up and saw old Bach, dressed in scholar's attire, standing on a very unique flying saucer-shaped intelligent vehicle, slowly descending with a gesture of "great things are about to be accomplished".

Against the backdrop of the Life Greenhouse Mechanical City in the back which is entering the charging process, this scene looks quite intimidating.

"Please stay away from the console, Mr. Murphy."

Old Bach reminded:

"Although you are a trainee Creator, we all know that your knowledge of Creator engineering is not enough for you to interfere with the operation I am currently promoting!"

"Well, don't worry."

Murphy waved his hand without looking back and said:

"The virus program I uploaded is not targeted at what you are doing. It is written for other purposes. So, you can continue to talk about your grand blueprint and treat this as your last words or epitaph.

You can tell us all you want about your ambitions, but we all know that no one really cares about them.”

"arrogant!"

The scholar scolded, then turned his gaze to the others.

He saw that his two disciples were ready for battle, and he also saw his daughter floating lightly in a manner that was not worthy of a mortal being, as if she was harnessing some alien power.

He sighed regretfully and was about to speak when he suddenly saw ten blood-red lights flashing behind him, like the cold light of an approaching death star.

The battle claws of Fallen Virtue cut through the energy matrix of the disc-shaped vehicle, stirring up a dazzling arc of light followed by a burst of plasma shock wind, but failed to touch the corner of Shani's clothes.

The elusive assassin did a backflip and disappeared into the shadows with her high ponytail swinging. When Old Bach turned around, he saw the star fire ignited by Tris's swinging of the Star Staff hitting him right in front of him. Adele swung over with the Shadow Fang in her backhand, and at the moment the blade was blocked, Sister E turned around and waved her other hand, and the hidden Dragon Fang Sword jumped out, piercing through the energy barrier and piercing Old Bach's heart with a puff.

The Dragon Tooth Sword's ability to ignore defense was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Old Bach is dead.

Just like what happened in the land of creation under Port Shardo, Minx sent them away with a bullet. However, everyone knew that this was just the beginning.

“When I saw the grand blueprint of the Creator, I knew that it would be the dream and career I would pursue throughout my life. I hope to complete the blueprint that the Creator failed to complete and create a new starting point for all civilizations that have experienced pain and despair.

That is true mercy and kindness, giving the homeless a second chance.

The only problem is that the Creator chose the wrong person to execute it."

Old Bach's body and the crashed disc-shaped vehicle hit the ground and caught fire, but his calm voice sounded through the external speaker of the Greenhouse of Life.

The light of biomass was lit in the biological breeding tank closest to everyone. During the countdown for the cloning program to start, the scholar said in a light tone:
"Thousands of years ago, fools destroyed the most noble goodness for a little bit of pathetic self-interest. They destroyed the old world and strangled the new world in its cradle. However, the hope of a perfect era has never disappeared. It is deeply hidden in the spark of our thinking and has been passed down from generation to generation to the present.

The world is longing for a new life!
But only by experiencing death can it escape the past.

Everyone, death is coming, but don't worry, you will also have a place in the new era that will follow. This is a gift to everyone. "

(End of this chapter)