My players are so fierce

Chapter 1306 1304. I gave you a chance but you are useless! 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 Tiankeng 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 that was running normally:

[Data Access Station DT-091 executes special access rights through the Sentinel Corps! The access command content 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 authority has reached the "Intern Creator" and has the right to interfere with similar commands involving the World Heart System. May I ask if you want to intercept this command? 】

"?"

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, if this kind of "disorderly order" is not cleared up quickly, will it be kept for the New Year?

"Intercept! Reverse lock the data access station!"

Murphy gave two orders in a row, then flapped his wings to continue accelerating forward, and soon arrived at the outskirts of the mechanical city along this tiankeng path.

This mechanical land hidden under the mountains has several tiankeng exits. Murphy did not take that road, so he did not meet Sim and the Lord, but he confirmed that the dogs of dusk were in this city that had been sleeping for a thousand years.

Faced with the deadly energy blockade in front of him, Murphy did not slow down at all but pounced on it in a khakitoni-style posture. Just when he approached the energy field, the complete Hun Tian Wan Xiang device on his wrist automatically gave a shutdown command, so that when Murphy approached, the deadly electric network quietly dissipated, allowing the honorable administrator to fly into it.

At the same time, the monk leader Steiner looked at the remotely locked data access station in front of him with a regretful look, and any of his instructions could not be conveyed through this thing.

But the good news is that, except for the last command to shut down the defense system of the World Heart, which was intercepted due to the logic review because it was too outrageous, the other commands have been received and executed by the other party.

"Thank you, Ms. Think Tank."

The chief monk moved his neck and whispered to the sentinel who was still twitching and whose body had begun to disassemble itself:

"Without your assistance, 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 won't greet you. Well, there is no need to be so determined to perform painful antivirus over and over again, sir.

It's useless!

The pollution of data memes is engraved in your mechanical mind and is closely linked to every underlying code of yours. Unless you choose to format yourself, it will always exist and interact with your The thoughts iterate together.

And this choice is too cruel even for the sentinels.

Alas, even the mechanical mind has learned to deceive itself. At this time, what are you still pretending? Are you going to express your innocence in this way? Too clumsy. "

"Shua"

The red blood light fell on the top of the communication tower in a meteorite-like manner. In the raging of the sonic wave that was enough to scrape bones and cut flesh, all non-fixed objects, including the Great Think Tank, were rolled out of the platform.

Murphy's wings flapped and closed, and the monk in front of him activated a unique spell at his hand to let him take the blow.

On the communication tower platform under the ravages of the "Desktop Cleaning Master", he looked at Murphy, who was walking towards him with a burning Long Night Guard, with an admiring look, and seemed to be trying to struggle. When Murphy approached, this guy pulled out the old knight's shotgun and shot the vampire.

"Bang"

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

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 burning gold explosion, but he recovered to his handsome posture in a high-speed recovery lasting several seconds, and then spit out two twisted burning gold bullets expressionlessly.

Amid the collision sound when the thing fell to the ground, he looked at the monk who threw away his shotgun and raised his hands to surrender.

The latter had Sir Ferdinand's gentle and weathered face, and his eyes, which should have been gentle and wise, shone with the curious observation of an unforgivable soul at the last moment.

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 lived in Sir Ferdinand's mind and 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 his head and showing his tail was really amazing. Even at such a close distance, Murphy's Truth Hunting 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 perception warning brought by a genuine Chaos Vanguard.

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

"I guess you terminated the frontier contract?"

Murphy asked:

"If I were you, if I had the opportunity at this time, I would definitely find a way to kill those nasty New Gods to give my subspace master an advantage on the Chaos battlefield. What else?

Apart from finding ways to tear off the highest combat power card on the Order camp, what else have you done? "

"Transfer half of the Sentinels from the Warp Battlefield into the Star Plane."

The chief monk replied in a frank tone:

“This will create at least three unacceptable gaps in the defense line that the Sentinel Legion has maintained for thousands of years, causing the remaining Sentinel Legion to lose their flanks and support, leaving them trapped and dead on the battlefield they defended.

Did you know?

The Sentinel Legion left by the Creator has been the most troublesome enemy of the forces of Chaos in the past thousand years.

They are indestructible and unshakable, possessing self-purification and outrageous Chaos resistance, as well as super destructive power like the blessing of the God of Machinery. Wherever their patrol boats go, even the most stubborn shadows of Chaos must be stopped. .

You don’t really think that this world can survive for a thousand years because of those failed products that claim to be ‘gods’, do you?

However, even the most perfect work of the Creator is not perfect. The strength of the Sentinel Legion is based on the doctrine of internal data sharing and mutual trust, which means that as long as we seize an opportunity, we can attack those mechanical sisters from the inside.

And it turns out, I did it!

The most ridiculous thing is that even Ms. Flinders, the great thinker who just made a terrible mistake, felt that she was being attacked and exploited by the Chaos Dog Thieves.

But she also didn’t think about it. As one of the Sentinel ‘Primarchs’ made by the Creator himself, if she was fine, how could a mere Chaos God Chosen like me capture her from the Sentinel Legion without anyone noticing?

ha!

This is the cruel fact!

My dear Murphy, the Sentinel Legion's millennia of fighting against the shadows of the Warp have taken their toll on us.

They have been exposed to chaos for too long!

The material world they protect is too stupid and weak to help the Sentinels gain even a tiny bit of rest. Their steel-hard mechanical minds have accumulated too many calls from chaos, and those calls come in a wonderful way. changed them.

You want to know how I captured Ms. Flinders?

It was a really wonderful story.

I spent more than three years lurking on the outskirts of the jungle in the heart of the world, trying to find loopholes in that perfect defense system. Of course I didn't find it, but I discovered that the sentinels were changing shifts in the only stronghold in the material world. rules.

I knew that was my only chance. I quietly observed and discovered the 'little secret' of the powerful sentry commander Ms. Flinders!

She had emotional emotions that a Sentinel think tank should never have!

She became curious about the civilization of the Aztecs, and she would always sneak away to observe them alone. She convinced herself that she was doing this to collect information on the activities of Chaos elements in the material world, but she secretly collected the gadgets of mortals. But you can't fool anyone.

Perhaps this strong warrior also wanted to see what kind of life they had given birth to in the world they had fought to protect for thousands of years in subspace.

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

He should not have injected so much wisdom into these mechanical creatures. When the wisdom flows in the brain, it is easy to have random thoughts. Once you have doubts about the cause you insist on, you 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 pretending to be an Aztec who strayed into the jungle. "

The chief monk spread his hands with joy and said:

"Things went smoothly after that. Relying on my Lord's power, I attacked her in a sneak attack and brought her back to the organization and handed her over to my companion who is best at mechanical knowledge. However, things are still full of troubles here because my miserable companion is there. Even though he is a genius among mortals, he still cannot crack the Sentinel's mechanical mind.

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

The moment you assisted the Pluto Worm in using the artificial god Gedron, the application identification code for the Frontier Contract was automatically sent to Ms. Flinders. Relying on that self-response message, we successfully opened the door in her terrifying mechanical mind. A hole was created, allowing the memetic contamination of chaos to be poured into.

etc!

What are you doing? "

The chief monk watched Murphy yawn and then turn around, tapping on the locked data access table, as if he was editing and sending out new commands.

It seems that the truths he tells are even less tempting to Murphy than those tumbling data characters.

This silent contempt made the Prior so angry that he shouted:

"I'm talking to you. When others share their proud experiences, shouldn't someone as powerful as you give them a hypocritical and decent smile and applause? You are really a barbarian with no manners at all!"

"Bang"

He was answered by the sound of a gunshot.

In the firing of the mechanical hand cannon that changed from the bracelet on his wrist, a plasma beam ruthlessly penetrated the waist and abdomen of the incarnation of the chief monk, causing him to fall to the ground in severe pain.

"Your barking has disturbed me, a barbarian governor, your noble and hypocritical lord."

Murphy scolded without looking back:

"You told these crappy stories just to delay time so that the Sentinel think tank department that you polluted can execute your series of instructions? This is such an old trick that you are still using! As expected of a failed old ghost a thousand years ago, he really can't learn even a little bit of new things.

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

"You!"

The monk who fell in a pool of blood was shocked.

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 sending new instructions to the other party through the Sentinel communication route he opened, and then he held 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 pressed the enter key on the data access console to send the instructions he had edited.

In the mechanical voice of "Command Accepted" on the other side, he said:

"Isn't it a bit too petty to send only half of the Sentinels back to the Astral Realm? Look, I just modified your order, asking all members of the Sentinel Corps to immediately abandon the Warp positions and collectively return to the edge of the Astral Realm to perform new defensive operations!

You want to win the Warp victory for your original sin master, and I will tell you that whoever wants that cesspool can take it!

We will regroup in the Astral Realm!

One day, the Sentinel Corps and the gods of order will return to the Warp under my command, and at that time, there will be an army following you that you dare not even think about. On that day, we will launch a real Warp Crusade to tear your original sin master and other Warp shadows off their filthy thrones!

I will let them see with their own eyes that the Creator's chosen successor What methods will the enemy use to deal with them! "

"This is not right!"

Faced with Murphy's more extreme "strategic plan", Master Steiner's brain was a little out of order for a moment, and he struggled to shout:

"You, you gave up the position that the new gods and sentinels have guarded for a thousand years so easily! What qualifications do you have to call yourself the Chosen One of the Creator? And I also released those dangerous guys in the cage of the old gods!

The nightmare tyrant, the dark lord, and the evil spirits sealed all over the world will rush out and tear your unprotected hinterland of the Order camp into pieces! All your preparations will be interfered with and used by me, and the situation has been reversed!

I personally reversed it! "

"Well, that's great. "

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

"In After Dagon was killed, I was worried that I couldn't create more powerful "world bosses" for my warriors in the next version of the game. Look, you, a kind person, immediately sent me so many materials.

I should probably give you a medal of "honorary dog ​​planner" or something.

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

I guess you are also curious about why the material world has not been able to produce a power beyond the golden one for a thousand years. The truth is that this world is not a defective product, but the creator who likes to meddle in other people's affairs put a lock on it before leaving this world.

Before this blockade program is unlocked, the material world cannot produce native demigods.

That guy called it a proper protection, and He reminded me that this blockade must be unlocked in order to cope with the new situation. , but I have never been able to start, because the control of this thing is also in the hands of the Sentinel Corps.

I must first get in touch with those robot girls who are definitely suffering from severe autism, and then work hard to brush up my reputation, and finally have to go through a series of disgusting wrangling before I can convince the Sentinels to end the blockade of world power.

But now, you, a kind-hearted person, have helped me align the granularity and connect the upper and lower nodes. With the help of this "automatic answering" device you left behind, I can ask the other party to obey any of my orders unconditionally.

The best thing is that no matter what I ask them to do, you will bear the blame! "

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

"So I did it!

Conservatively, the power blockade of the material world will begin to be lifted in ten minutes, and based on my understanding and guess of the strength of the golden people in the current world, at most ten demigods will be born in this world within half a month.

Two midnight demigods will be born among our vampires alone.

Very powerful, right?

And more than that.

After the power blockade is lifted, the demigods of the astral world will no longer be subject to any restrictions on traveling to and from the material world, and the gods can also freely enter the material world after meeting certain conditions.

Just right

Didn't you terminate the frontier contract?

Those unlucky guys who have fought in the subspace for a thousand years can also take this opportunity to return to the material world to rest, and use the blessing of faith to rekindle the divine fire. From this point of view, they really have to thank you.

Alas, when you were reporting to me triumphantly just now, there were a few moments when I really doubted whether you were our undercover. Sir, what you did in the past five minutes completely exceeded the subsequent update plan that our rookie development team has spent several months to decide.

Therefore, please allow me to express my highest respect to the ‘legendary undercover’ monk on behalf of the Order Camp.

Alas!

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? "