Regarding the release of the werewolf, Murphy had no psychological pressure.

As the Eden District's past is deciphered more and more, the handsome vampire's exploration of the clues of the "Life Greenhouse" project has also achieved a lot of results.

The scale of that project is huge, including the R-9 base under his feet, which is to prepare for the "world recovery" planned by the Creator, and even in Murphy's opinion, the existence of the entire Eden District is only established for the smooth progress of the "Life Greenhouse" project.

The truth of the so-called "greenhouse of life" is to use biotechnology to reshape the creatures that died in the catastrophe called "mass extinction" on a large scale, and at the same time assist in reshaping the planet itself by means of world transformation to help the survivors restart civilization.

From this point of view, werewolves, rat people, and other creatures crafted by dusk are all part of the "greenhouse of life" project, and they are the chosen ones of the Creator, giving them the right to live freely and even morally.

That can only be said to be fulfilling one's job duties.

Of course, there is a very important reason why Murphy agreed so readily to release the werewolf, and that is a favorable conclusion drawn from the perspective of being a "dog planner".

Look how handsome the werewolf model is!

Although their blueprint comes from the Gnoll, it is definitely a higher level than the Gnoll in terms of appearance alone, and Kanter's bad thing was in place when designing the genetic blueprint of the werewolf, in order to allow the werewolf to better hide in human civilization and act as a pioneer in the chaos of Twilight, he wrote a rather peculiar mimic gene to the werewolf, so that they can perfectly simulate the appearance of humans in a non-combat state.

This is exactly the same as some of the werewolf traits in Murphy's memory, and the Twilight Forces have also written a backstory with "depth" for them, and the best thing is that these guys also have beautiful and handsome big tails!

This kind of race that can be transformed into two stages is definitely worth Murphy's careful study, and when the next expansion is launched, the werewolf race with its own topic will most likely become the third "development team's own son" after vampires and gnolls.

However, as Murphy told Marcus, if werewolves want to be free, they must first find a strong enough restraint for themselves.

Old Su Tou is the most perfect choice in terms of identity, appearance, and camp bias, and the order-biased style of the God of the North Wind will definitely not allow the werewolves to behave in the world after being freed.

Therefore, the mission that Marcus is about to embark on now can be regarded as the "racial initiation mission" of the werewolf race in a sense.

The encounter was a minor episode for Murphy, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be taken seriously.

So he took a set of Far Wanderer armor and a matching hot melt weapon and gave it to Marcus, completed the initial armament of the bare-ass werewolf, and sent it to the Swamp Forbidden Land through the Creator Teleporter, where Tracy would sit, and after hearing Murphy's description, the Scarlet Witch, who was interested in the artificial creature, immediately said that she would take over the rest of the matter.

However, Tracy also tells Murphy that the army of gnolls in the Valley of Shadows has begun to advance towards the filthy swamp.

It seems that Xu Gesen has completed the purge of his army in the past few days, and the news from Fort Courage is even more ominous, according to an unexpected reconnaissance report from the Vam berserkers, a large number of members of the Splitclaw Clan are crossing the Dark Mountains into the Barren Mountain area.

Whitson's cunning thing wasn't just reorganizing and cleaning up its own army, it was also waiting for follow-up support, and the full dispatch of the Splittal Clan meant that the Maginot Line would face an army of gnolls that would swell from a hundred thousand to nearly four hundred thousand.

Murphy couldn't go on any longer, he had to rush back to the town at once.

Before leaving, though, there are a few important things that must be arranged at the R-9 base.

"How does it feel?"

In the laboratory on the second floor of the base, Murphy looked at Lina lying on the operating table, whose eyes were still covered with spirit bandages for restoring moisture, and she looked like a blind prophet.

Faced with inquiries, Lina, who was still paralyzed after the operation, said weakly:

"It's weird, my eyes are hot, it's like putting two lava orbs into my eye sockets, I can feel it adapting to my body in some strange way, and my psionic energy can be used in a more destructive way with my eyes.

It's not very stable, though, so you can't push it too hard or it feels like it's going to explode in my skull.

It may take me a while to get the hang of it. ”

"It's more than that, it's much more!

The eyes of these specially cultivated fiery monitor lizards are not only focused on your own psionic powers, these strange astral creatures are the family of a mysterious beast god, and their eyes are a rare psionic organ in their own right!

Once you've gotten used to these eyes, it's more than just a rude means of destruction.

It can also help you absorb psionic factors scattered around the world, and it only takes a period of adaptation for you to use these eyes to shoot deadly fire to burn your enemies without consuming your psionic energy, and even help you expand your current stable psionic energy pool, so that your already bottlenecked strength can get a little breakthrough.

Of course, I've heard that the strength of the Golden Tier is not so simple, so there is a high probability that a pair of eyes will not allow you to break through the limit of your potential, but it doesn't matter, this is only the first step! ”

Beside Murphy, old Flynn with psionic bands on both hands, but who didn't look like a prisoner at all, explained very academically as he packed up his surgical equipment:

"The organ enhancement I have carried out has never been simply a destructive or defensive enhancement, it is a whole! Do you understand? Master Lena, the transplantation of the Blazing Eye is just the beginning! In my program, Hess's Ear is the second intensive surgery that strengthens your senses.

There is also the gland of the giant tortoise that is used as a third operation.

Once implanted, it will begin to modify your endocrine and hormones, stimulate your body's secondary development and greatly strengthen your immune system.

Together, these three organs will give your life form a boost.

It will transform you into a more powerful being!

That's what organ strengthening is all about!

What I am after is a reusable ritual of power that allows an ungifted person like me to follow in the footsteps of a genius like you.

Unfortunately, the Senluo giant tortoise, which can adapt perfectly to almost any environment, is also a rare creature in the astral plane, and they are protected by the Wanderer Tritan, making it difficult to catch them alive even at dusk. ”

"I'll beat you up if you speak in such a mad scientist's voice, Lord Flynn!"

Lena scolded very unpleasantly:

"I'm not your test subject, and if it weren't for revenge and winning back my pathetic dignity, I wouldn't have agreed to accept such a transformation, I feel like I've become a monster."

"You may say it, but my research has borne fruit, and this is an ideal that is simply not possible in the Tower of the Ring."

Old Flynn scoffed and said:

"Don't put on the prestige of the tower master anymore, your situation is not much better than mine."

"Tell me about your organ enhancement program."

Murphy intervened in time to stop the two from arguing, and he looked at Flynn Sr. with interest, and asked:

"Are there only three types of retrofits in your project?"

"Of course not, Venerable Lord Murphy, the first triple transformation is just the beginning, to make the life form of the test subject strong enough to accept the more demanding transformation projects that follow."

Old Flynn heard a different taste from Murphy, and he was excited like an entrepreneur who was standing in front of the father of the owner to pull venture capital, and immediately straightened his waist and said loudly:

"Although I haven't finished designing the technical route for the subsequent transformation, I can assure you that as long as I can continue to research, I will definitely be able to create a new enhancement system, so that ordinary people with no talent can fight like heroes, and also have more possibilities when climbing the path of power.

My junior plan is seven renovations."

"Too little!"

Murphy shook his head and said matter-of-factly:

"At least nineteen! That's what I've come to after careful calculations, and you'll have to complete nineteen transformations to forge a good mortal warrior into a demigod-like Creator Warlord.

In fact, there is a similar selection of warriors in the blueprint of the Creator.

Unfortunately, that wonderful knowledge has been lost in the catastrophe of the collapse of the Golden Age, but perhaps you can use your wisdom and ingenuity to refine it.

Flynn, I know you've done something wrong, but a lot of people don't think you're a bad person.

You still have the possibility of salvation.

And I want to tell you that the Black Plague and the Gnolls are not the only enemies to face on this continent, you have joined Twilight, and you know very well that the ultimate goal of the Extinctionists is to destroy the entire era.

This era is not pretty, it is even full of tragedy and chaos, but we live here, and this is everything to us.

Your joining the cult proves that you are a pathetic creature who lacks lofty ideals and correct guidance, so in order to keep your creation from becoming a trick of the villains to poison the world, I will give you what you lack!

If you want to continue your experiments in our system, you'd better memorize it a few times a day before you wake up and fall asleep and believe it's true.

Think about Heru!

For the sake of the children like Heru, we can't be so selfish, since there is a power to change the world, it should be used properly, so I would like to ask for your help to complete the planning of your transformation project as soon as possible and start experimenting.

Mortals can't fight against subspace monsters!

We need new knowledge to converge into weapons to transform our warriors, to transform our warriors into the 'Angels of Death' of the Creator! Let them shine on every battlefield against subspace. ”

"I'm sorry, my lord, but your plan is too grand."

Flynn Sr. was shocked at first, then agitated, and finally dazed and bewildered and ashamed, and he thought Murphy was his confidant, and was heartened by Master Murphy's grand description, but he was sane after all, and said:

"I can't do a design of this scale, let alone an application, on my own."

"I can deploy those surviving researchers to you, and you can also use the various research results that exist in this base, and if you need experiments, then my warriors will also try their best to satisfy you."

Murphy knocked on the table and said:

"But we have to see results!

No matter how good the blueprint is, it is not as successful as the one in front of you, maybe you can dedicate some people to 'downgrade' your current achievements, we can't transplant the eyes of the fiery monitor lizard and the ears of the Hess tooth beast to ordinary soldiers, that would be too extravagant.

I mean, prototypes at all costs and mass production are not always comparable, we need the Angel of Death, but we also need a huge number of 'Salvation Army', like generals and soldiers, like heroes and assistants.

In the pursuit of victory, then both are indispensable. ”

"I understand, I'll come up with a plan as soon as possible, my lord."

Flynn rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He thought he had enough power in the Twilight Order, but it turned out he didn't know anything about true generosity.

How else can I say that Lord Murphy can become the eternal chosen choice of the Creator?

This vision and long-term planning are not far-sighted that ordinary people can reach!

While others were still denouncing their research as "monster makers", Lord Murphy had already seen this valuable knowledge from the perspective of saving the world and fighting subspace, and there was no doubt that Lord Murphy saw the value of his research!

Only by following such a wise and decisive leader can you carry forward your research!

Yes, only such people are worth following, and the shitty Tower of the Ring doesn't deserve to lift the shoes of Lord Murphy!

Old Flynn left with excitement, and Lena spoke only then:

"I don't know what you want to do, but I must warn you, master, that this kind of transformation is not something that ordinary people can bear, and my body as a golden person feels uncomfortable, and ordinary people will only die violently in an instant.

The mastery of power requires potential and talent.

Although it is cruel to say this, the path of power is indeed very unfriendly to mediocrity. ”

"I'm just giving Flynn a bloody shot, I don't have much confidence in it, I'll be happier if he can come up with a qualified plan, but even if it fails, I won't be disappointed."

Murphy Says:

"Hurry up and get used to your eyes, and then go to Shani on a mission, and after Lord Pa Ying makes a call, you will follow him to the Mossy Valley."

"I'm not afraid to fight, I'm just."

Lena gritted her teeth, memories of shame rolling through her mind, and she said:

"I'll win! Not just for your will, but for my cruelly torn life. ”

"Well, remember to write me a report on the use of the fiery monitor lizard's eyeballs."

Murphy stood up and admonished Lena:

"I'm going to give Maxim a similar reinforcement, and I can't let my monster general just go into battle like that."

As he was leaving, Lena suddenly asked:

"You just said 'Angel of Death, the Angel of Death'. Are you serious? Do you really want to carry the banner of the subspace as a mortal? ”

"I don't want to, Lena, but the others don't seem to want to do it, so I'll have to try."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders, said goodbye to his heir, and left the lab to take a look at the main control room, only to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway as soon as he went out, surrounded by a group of guards who had been knocked unconscious by her.

"Are you awake?"

The Vampire Lord raised an eyebrow, looking at Monica, the Sentinel Mechanic, who was still wearing the ripped hazmat suit in front of her, and the strange wrench in her hand, which she had used to stun the Vampire Guards.

It's a sentinel!

It is worthy of the "final solution" left by the creator to this world, a non-combat mechanic can defeat elite vampires so easily, how strong should those full-time combat models be?

He asked:

"How did your self-test results? Remember? ”

"No, the database was deleted by a strange force, but not malicious, and the residual data signal suggests that those memory data may have been contaminated with subspace, which is a protective act of sabotage."

The sentry knocked his head with some annoyance, and said to Murphy:

"I've forgotten a lot of important things, even the location and contact information of the Sentinel Legion's headquarters, I only remember that my appearance serial number was Ts-006, and after we received the distress signal from Eden, I came here with my brothers and sisters to contain the destruction of the subspace rift, and used the genesis energy of the R-9 base combined with that strange beta program to complete the suppression.

After that, there was a break point in my memory.

But that's not the most important thing right now, Your Excellency Administrator, I have confirmed your authority, and in accordance with the Sentinel Code, in the absence of a direct superior command, I will temporarily take your command and dedicate my power to you in the defense of the cause of the Creator.

According to my logic, the most important task at the moment is to assist you in completing the re-suppression of the subspace rift beneath the R-9 base, and we need to import genesis energy from other places of creation to stabilize and strengthen the suppression device. ”

"I have a better idea."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Instead of patching things up, let's just get it done in one step and close it."

"Is this something that can be done?"

The sentry was taken aback, and she then questioned:

"According to the analysis of the information left in my database, the Sentinel Legion's handling of subspace rifts is mainly suppressed, once this thing appears, it means that there is a collapse between the plane systems, and it is too difficult to repair, almost impossible, unless the creator manifests and suddenly returns to this world in the next moment."

"I can close it, but I need help."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders, hooked his finger at the amnesiac sentinel who "came to vote", and said:

"Follow me, let's talk slowly on the way, besides, your name is 'Monica', and you have a line on your wrench"

"My name is not Monica, Lord Administrator."

The amnesiac sentinel raised his left hand and explained earnestly:

"Because it's not my wrench, my wrench is broken and left in my kit, which should belong to one of my colleagues.

I'm sorry, but my emotional circuit components are almost wiped out, so it's really hard for me to describe to you how my emotional circuits change at this time. I. Am I supposed to feel grief?

But it doesn't matter!

If you can really close the rift, I'll do my best to help you.

After all, that's what we were born for! ”

(End of chapter)