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Chapter 1548 1545. When the seeds are planted, when the horn blows

In the dark and silent cabin, there was a flickering arc of light.

It was not a bright light. If one had to describe it, it was more like an ominous beam of light mixed with malice in the dimness, beating around the body of a hung sentry, very much like a rhythmic "electric shock therapy".

Every time the arc of light jumped, the prisoner would tremble in an undignified manner.

But the executed Sentinel Primarch was very strong. While enduring the pain and mental torture, he was unwilling to let out even a weak groan, nor was he willing to bow to his enemies.

However, generally speaking, prisoners who are still unwilling to surrender in this situation will not be appreciated by the villains, but will only bring themselves more terrible torture.

The chief centurion, Ms. Erza, who was hung here, could no longer tell time accurately. Most of the functional modules in her body had been forcibly shut down. Those that were still turned on were not out of mercy from the fallen sisters, but only to better input foul energy into her mechanical body to corrode the hardware and infuse contaminated memes to disrupt her intellectual sparks. However, it was not so easy to break through the mind firewall of the Sentinel Primarch.

The defense program written by the Creator himself will constantly overwrite itself to fight against the filth that has taken root in her body.

Compared with the degeneration of her body, Erza clearly felt that her existence was being silently "rewritten". It was a change from the life form or "hardware" level, just like modifying some of her important parameters from the bottom up from the basic code.

Such rewriting cannot be resisted by the iron willpower of mechanical life.

This unprecedented and even unimaginable punishment made Erza feel a little depressed. Perhaps if she stayed in such a desperate situation for a longer time, this depression would turn into despair.

But she had to hold on.

She also had the confidence to hold on. The Omega energy that lingered in the core of her mind and the spark of her intellect was Erza's greatest reliance. The help from Murphy at the last moment ensured that she would never fall into the filth of chaos so easily.

Those fallen sentinels have yet to discover the cards they have hidden in their intellectual sparks.

As long as he persisted, every extra hour would bring him one step closer to completely destroying this steel symbol of shame.

However, Erza had never thought that simply stripping away the concept of time would be so difficult in the deathly silent punishment. She couldn't help but start thinking, if she had been locked up here for hundreds of years, if the forces of order in the outside world had long been destroyed by chaos, if her reinforcements had been wiped out on the way, if these desperate things had really happened, would her persistence at this moment be in vain?

However, every time this thought comes to mind, Erza will immediately reset her thinking module.

She knew that this was an ugly trick of Chaos, a vile program designed to weaken her will to resist.

She will hold on until the last moment!
No matter how the outside world changes, the struggle of the Sentinel Primarch will never stop here.

"click"

Just as Erza was resetting her overactive thinking module for the Nth time, the mechanical door of this cell that seemed to be forever dark and silent slid open.

With the light sound of high-heeled boots hitting the ground, the Chief Centurion raised his head with difficulty in the dark. When the light command was turned on, Erza's current form was exposed to the "visitor".

There are several special cables connected to the back of the head of the Ten Thousand Captain. A super-large chaos attack server is fully responsible for breaking through her firewall, and every connectible interface on her body is connected to an energy conduit.

The chaotic psionic energy from the "Lady of Shame" was constantly filled into Erza's body, thereby depleting her order energy engine.

This is a very clumsy method of contamination, but when faced with a Sentinel Primarch created by the Creator himself, the Fallen have few options.

"You look terrible, my sister."

The Fallen Juliana stood in front of the hung Erza. She looked at the weak sister in front of her, then reached out and stroked her delicate bionic skin. The psionic energy wrapped around her fingertips would leave light black marks on Erza's skin, which would then be cleaned up by the Chief Sentinel's defense module.

"Do not touch me!"

Erza said hoarsely:

"You filthy thing, I will tear your head off and bring your filthy intellectual spark back to my hunting patrol ship. I will make you wail for ten thousand years. Only after you realize your own stupidity and mistakes will I purify you with my own hands!"

"Well, it's my turn to say this now, Erza."

The Fallen One pinched the mouth of the Ten Thousand Captain and said:
"If this is some kind of pathetic illusion, then I must admit that you have quite a lot going on inside, sister.

My interrogator told me that you are so tenacious that even the pollution directly from the shadow of chaos cannot penetrate your intellectual spark. It seems that in the years I was away, my sisters have not stood still.

But it doesn’t matter, just keep your intellectual spark pure.

Your body will corrupt before your machine soul, and you will become a pure spirit trapped in filth.

You know what's the most ironic thing?

I don't need your stubborn core of thought to command your invincible body, and I won't pluck your intellectual spark. I will let you stay in your cage and watch me command you to defeat my hypocritical sisters. I will let you see with your own eyes that your beloved Daughter of Glory is defeated by your own hands.

By then, I won't even need to do anything. Your self-esteem, which is as strong as your strength, will defeat your own will, and you will willingly fall into our midst. Well, Erza, keep going!

The longer you hold on to despair, the more powerful you will be when you fall."

Juliana's third demonic eye flashed with a malicious light, restraining Erza's physical struggles, and in the next moment she stepped forward with a mocking gesture and gently kissed her glaring sister on the lips.

This action was full of obscene and decadent lust, making Erza feel so sick that she wanted to vomit. She felt like she had been bitten hard by the Chaos Shadow.

But the Fallen wanted to strike back at her sisters, so she let go of the Chief Ten Thousand and said:

"I have good news for you. The war preparations of the Orderers that you have high hopes for are almost complete. The bravest and most powerful among them have gathered in the Broken Star Realm. In the material world, all the vulnerable forces have entered a state of war.

They see it as a decisive battle against Chaos, but sadly, they cannot even comprehend the concept of the forces of Chaos.

Thought I could win.
I will go to the astral plane myself, my sister. I will lead the army of the Sunless Sea and march straight in to defeat those united Orderers on the battlefield of their choice.

I also know that you and my sisters will be waiting there for me, and I will see it as a long-awaited reunion, and it won't be long before other sisters will be here too, staying with you and watching each other fall into filth.

But this is not to torture you.

Just to help you get rid of those boring dogmas. We are from the same source, Erza, I know the dirty desires hidden in your heart, but you have been playing the good girl and you can't embark on the path that we all desire.

Maybe my father is looking forward to it too.

Haha, who knows?
One day, we will see Him again, and then, we sisters will be united again. Admit it, we are born dirty."

Juliana sneered and turned towards the exit of the cell.

Just as she was about to step through the door, Erza suddenly asked:
"You are doomed, Julie, but answer me a question! Father's flagship. Have you found it?"

"Oh, of course. Where do you think I was resurrected?"

The Fallen stopped and looked back at Erza. She said, "Where else can the Primarch of the Sentinels be remade other than on my father's flagship? Of course, I know what you really want to ask. Is the Primarch who was born on the same day as you, your true 'sister', the legendary Captain Lingke, still alive?"

of course!

She is still alive.

She continued to carry out her mission on the flagship, and not only her, but the entire crew of the Omega was still "alive".

If you want to see them, I will take you to visit them in the future when your body is adjusted to a suitable state.

But I think you shouldn't hold out too much hope, Erza. If I'm already depraved in your eyes, then Lingke's current strange state will definitely make you fall into even more horrible despair, but I think that's what 'evolution' is.
A purification that belongs only to our Sentinel community.

Well, continue to enjoy your life as a prisoner, Erza, and when I return from Desheng, I will share this wonderful news with you as soon as possible."

"click"

The door of the mechanical cell closed.

The lights dimmed again, and deathly silence fell once again.

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Erza could feel that the filthy tubes connected to her body increased the intensity of the chaotic phantom energy input, as if to fill her entire body with that corrupted energy. The thinking cables connected to the back of her brain also exerted force again, continuing to try to attack her firewall.

But the Chief Ten Thousand has already gained what he needs most now.

She knew that the Order camp had not yet failed, she knew that everything was progressing according to Murphy's plan, and she knew that the future was still uncertain, which meant that she had not lost her chance for a last fight.

Juliana did not seem to intend to take the Daughter of Shame with her to the astral realm, perhaps to prevent this fallen patrol ship from being destroyed by the concentrated fire of other sentinel patrol ships. This was good news for her.

This means that she only needs one chance to fulfill her vows.
Ha, the center is blooming!
I just don't know how long it will take Murphy and her sisters to complete the positioning and decapitation raid. I hope they can be quick and complete the plan before their bodies are completely beyond saving.

As for Juliana's final verbal offensive
Okay, Erza admitted that all Sentinel Primarchs had very twisted desires deep in the core of their minds, but so what?
Filthy imagination and doing filthy things have always been two different concepts. Imagination and action are also two different dimensions. When Julianna crossed that bottom line and became a running dog of chaos, she was no longer her father's daughter.

She was no longer one of them!
It's just a shame, a shame that has to be cleaned up.
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"The Chaos Sea has rolled up a huge tide. Yun Lan Jing Shi Tian Zun has sent a warning. The Chaos evil creatures have entered a period of growth. The Lightless Sea has begun to radiate power outwards. They are heading towards the Shattered Star Realm!"

In the core area of ​​the Broken Star Realm, the ruins of the Star Tree Afidasil.

This is a desolate and dead place, with withered tree stumps as big as cities remaining on the mountaintops of the bare and broken continent.

Murphy was standing in front of the hollowed-out tree stump, and beside him stood the native creatures of the star realm. All the demigods of the star realm had gathered here, not only the members of Mannis's demigod gang, but also those guys who usually walked alone or hid their identities.

Old Su's wolf pack was also patrolling the periphery, as were the Bloodhorn Pad's tribe, Old Tritan's turtle army, and the Avenger Vikanos' snake group. In the even more peripheral areas, Little Fu Ge's scorpion lions and the Star Realm scorpion lion tribe, with which they always had to fight whenever they met, filled the hilltops.

It is no exaggeration to say that the creatures gathered on this broken land are the only remaining life in the star realm.

They could not miss this moment, nor could they allow themselves to miss the moment of their hometown's revival. After Cha Chazi Li Ji, who was dressed in military uniform, informed Murphy of the movements of the Chaos side, Murphy nodded.

He knew that the final moment had come.

The moment Murphy took the Star Seed from Tris beside him, he turned around and glanced behind him.

The three hunting patrol ships of the Sentinel Corps were sailing in the reflection of the Dead Silence Galaxy. The selected Star Army warriors were all armed and ready for battle. The players were also gathered on the hunting patrol ship - The Daughter of Glory as armed servants of the Sentinel sisters.

All players above the Silver Rank were recruited for this battle, and the rest performed their duties in every outpost in the material world.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

The vampire dukes, the warriors and commanders of the material world, the demigods of the astral world, and the reflections of the gods that faintly appeared on the border of the broken astral world.

The passage is blocked by the giants of the distant star realm, which will stop most of the Chaos army. However, once the war starts, there will be no safe place in this broken star realm. Every inch of starlight and every piece of land will become a battlefield, and every life here will have to wear armor and fight the enemy to the last man.

The star seed flashing in his hand is the starting gun for the war and the horn of war. Once it is blown, there will be no turning back.

"Murphy, come on."

The voice of the Pipi Snake sounded in the Scarlet Lord's ears. The usually vulgar Pipi Snake was very serious at this moment. It said:

"It's time to think about it. The entire material world and the entire Shattered Star Realm are willing to play this gamble with you. We are all in to open the way to the future. You raise the flag and hold the torch."

"I'm not used to you being so serious."

Murphy complained, then turned around, held the Star Seed in both hands and placed it in the remains of the Afidasil Tree under the gaze of millions of people. This semi-energized seed was like returning to a warm home, and the moment it came into contact with the tree, it extended branches full of starlight and took root on the dead branch.

In the time it takes to breathe, it sprouted the first bud from the remnants of its past, and shaped a glowing "tree house" amidst the twinkling starlight, in which it continued to take root and grow, extending its invisible roots to every piece of land in the Shattered Star Realm.

Gather them together again and reshape the spatial system of this broken land.

The entire star realm was howling, a howl of joy and fear. At the beginning of the new night, the malice of chaos surged like a raging sea, and it would ruthlessly strangle this new world that was still in its cradle, just as it had done a thousand years ago.

"it's time!"

Murphy turned around and shouted to the spirits behind him:
"Conclude your pact, spirits of the stars! The weeping homeland is calling for its defenders."

"Ouch!"

The yellow-haired wolf Eris let out its first war cry. In the distant and desolate wolf howl, one artificial godhead after another was bound, and one new god after another was created.

Amid the flickering glow of power, Murphy looked into the distance and saw the Mother Goddess of Earth returning to the battlefield of the Warp, roaring and raising her Heart of Mountains and Rivers Mace to smash into the chaotic waves that were surging and beating against the giants of the star realm in front of her. The Pluto Worm also charged into the army of the Warp with a scythe in hand. Kulkan spread his wings and smashed down flames from the sky. The Abyss Lord emerged from the Sea of ​​​​Void and rolled up the broken ice.

Old Su was also roaring. The Oak Father stood proudly on the giant with a wooden hammer in his hand. With a wave of his hand, groups of ancient war trees sprang up from the ground. Even Rose reluctantly extended the World Web towards the direction of the Sea of ​​Chaos.

Amid the sound of gold coins jumping, the goddess of wealth is also calling on the warriors to come forward and claim their rewards.

these guys
They all said that they did not want to be bound by the border contract anymore, but when it came to fighting, they still embraced their own fate.

Perhaps just like the guilt that the Mother Goddess of Earth feels towards her hometown, these spirits in the star realm also desire to save the place where they were born in the second choice.

Ha, the decisive battle is coming!

Murphy pulled out the necessary evil from his waist with his backhand, opened the blood river and called for the blood moon in the buzzing sound of the straight-blade sword wrapped in blood flames. He also wanted to charge into the battlefield like a hero.

(End of this chapter)