"It's okay, it's good! Finally caught up. ”

In the R-9 base, Murphy finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the black winter wolf Eris appear at a critical moment through the time perspective of the Endless, and stopped the crazy silver wolf with a fierce attitude.

It was really beyond his expectation that the situation in the Crimean Fortress had deteriorated to such a situation in just a few hours, but fortunately, Lao Su Tou had made arrangements in advance, and finally survived a series of mistakes to make his appearance at the stage.

Even if the God of the North Wind is in danger of saving his life, Eris is estimated to be able to drag the silver wolf until the evil sword on Lao Su's chest is pulled out to complete self-healing.

No matter how bad the situation is, as long as Old Su Tou becomes the God of the North Wind again and launches an attack, then all problems can be solved.

"Mannis, and Tritan on the other side of the rift, I suspect the Silver Wolf might have escaped after realizing that the situation was not good."

Murphy reminded his collaborators:

"Don't let her escape back to the astral plane, she is destined to die in the material world and become the perfect end to this series of 'wolf grudges'."

"Do you still have to say that?"

The Endless One laughed like a weasel that stole a chicken, hissing and saying:

"I've already called Pad to come over and join in the grand event, and when the time comes, we'll go to this block, and the silver wolf has a great ability to run, but I have made a deal with that astrology wizard under your command before, and that guy named Pol has been plotting to steal the astrological power of the wolf husband's constellation, what a daring villain.

It wants to bind the star symbolized by the silver wolf to its natal astrology, so as to seize the mysterious power of the astral plane.

Now is the best chance to get Bol ready, and it's time to act before the silver wolf dies and her star shifts. ”

"Hmm, is there anything else like that?"

Murphy asked with a little curiosity:

"Is the power of this astrological sign very powerful?"

"It's hard to say powerful, but it's very mysterious, we astral demigods have an obscure connection with the astral ontology, but even we ourselves are not particularly clear about this connection, and those gifted astrologers in the material world can summarize some context in their daily stargazing."

The Endless One explains:

"This astral power is not for fighting, it's more of a collection of knowledge about the Star Sea, so it doesn't mean much to you, but if it falls into the hands of Pol, it will deepen its understanding of the Star Plane a lot, and it will help that guy travel to the Star Plane and unearth the legacy of this broken world.

I told it that whatever it found in the end, I would take a third of it.

It's a good deal.

In other words, there has been a big action of the gods coming into the world here, and it's not good that you are still sitting on Mount Tai over there, right? Why don't you come back and get an honor kill? Aren't you one of your favorite collectors of these glorious achievements? ”

"I'd love to go over, Mannis, believe me, I really want to, it's rare to see a deity's family conflict and be part of it personally."

Murphy glanced at the twenty minutes left in the countdown to his mechanical pocket watch, and he sighed:

"But the 100,000 men of Cadman City are counting on me, and besides, the Crimean Fortress has been powdered by a flying sitter from the old Su, and I must build a new fortress there before the Jackals or Nezumi break through the Arctic Winter Snowfield.

Cadman City, returning from the Astral Plane, will continue to guard the path to Kafhoka in place of the Crimean Fortress, and the return of our city means that the strong claim to Kafhoka will be strengthened once again.

Not.

I hope that Her Majesty the Wolf Lady will be able to understand the general situation after the war, and stop trying to bargain with me on this kind of bottom line issue. ”

“Emmmm”

The Endless made a strangely nasal sound, and after several seconds, it complained:

"If it weren't for my personal involvement, knowing that you didn't play a hateful role in this matter, I'm afraid I would have thought that everything that happened in the Crimean Fortress was secretly promoted by you.

You bad guy. That's a lot of luck.

Alright, don't waste your time, hurry up and complete your salvation.

My good brothers and I are going to stop the silver wolf here, and I told me that I would have a mighty wolf head in my lair, and I have always done what I said I would do when it came to such evil things. ”

The Endless One's voice was muffled, and Murphy's view of the Krimu Fortress dissipated.

He got up from the break room at the R-9 base, moved his shoulders, and pulled his energy away from the distant Crimean Fortress to focus on the matter in his hands, and if all went well, he could still run to get something done before the Crimean Fortress was over.

From this point of view, Murphy is actually a very hidden achievement party.

As the handsome vampire walked out of the lounge, Sister Cement, who looked tired and obviously overused, was standing there, holding a piece of parchment full of formulas and data in her hand and handing it to him, saying:

"I have completed the calculation of Cadman City's new landing point with Master Bol, and you only need to continuously interfere with Cadman City according to the calculated bearing, and you can push that city from the rift between subspace and the astral plane into a predetermined position."

“.”

Murphy glanced at the parchment paper handed to him, the intricate shapes and numbers on it made his brain tremble, and the combined memories of the two lives could barely make him understand one of the formulas. If memory serves, this thing is called a Fourier transformation, right?

Well, it should be.

"I think you may have a certain misunderstanding of my mathematical talents, Miss Cement. If one day I were going to give up my Juggernaut ideals and switch to psionic studies, I would definitely be studying these things by heart.

Unfortunately, a person's energy is always limited, and I am not a legendary genius. ”

The handsome vampire put on a flawless and clear-eyed smile and said:

"Well, if you stand beside me in a moment, you can just tell me how much interference you should put over there, this is the result of your hard work, and if you are not allowed to participate in this salvation, will it not be too uninvolved?

What about Pol?

Where is it? ”

"If you can't understand it, say you can't understand it, how can this mainline NPC still have Humphrey's set of words?"

Sister Cement complained in her heart, and then replied along with Murphy's words:

"Master Pol left in a hurry, saying that the astrological transfer was about to begin, that it must return to its stargazing tower, and that it had been preparing for this ritual for decades, and that it was now the last stand."

"Well, let it be, I like such idealistic and motivated subordinates."

Murphy nodded, carrying his hands behind his back and carrying Sister Cement to the fourth basement floor.

By the time they reached the subspace rift, the last self-check of the energy pod at Base R-9 had been successfully completed, and Monica had attached several complex monitoring instruments to the energy towers, while the old flywheel and Sharon each held an instrument to monitor the energy flow rate and frequency.

During this time, learning with Monica opened the eyes of two excellent mechanics of the magical medieval level.

Not only did they learn the restoration and use of the Creator's relics from the Amnesia Sentinels, but more importantly, they learned a new concept of mechanical design, which can be said to have been greatly improved in the field of "Creator Engineering".

The most important thing is that, according to Monica, long before the spread of psionic energy in the material world, the Sentinel Legion had already begun to study the nature of psionic energy, and the Sentinels had a set of special methods for processing and manipulating psionic factors, which were also learned by the old flywheel.

This guy is going to wait for the Black Plague to end and then devote himself to the transformation and upgrading of the Computing Orb.

He firmly believes that the valuable experience he has learned from Monica will definitely make the performance of the current Computing Orb grow by leaps and bounds.

As for Sharon Jr., the vampire would like to learn some knowledge and design of the Creator's construct from Monica, presumably because of the intimacy that she has been using the robotic arm for the past two years, and she hopes to improve the existing engineering prosthetics with Monica's help to provide a better experience for those in need.

Of course, the realization of these ideals is based on the premise that they will not die in the subspace rift sealing operation that will start in a while, and if the slightest problem arises in this sealing process, causing a subspace rift of this scale to explode, it will not be as simple as killing one or two people.

"Report the situation!"

Monica shouted to her apprentices, and Sharon looked at the readings of the instrument in her hand and immediately replied:

"Pipeline No. 1 is running smoothly, the energy frequency is moderate, and the overload insurance is working normally."

"Pipeline No. 2 is fine."

The old flywheel also stared at the readings and reported:

"The No. 3 pipeline looks normal at present, but when we overhauled it before, we found that the focus tube part was damaged, and although it was repaired, it may still produce energy weakness when the energy frequency is raised to the limit."

"We can find a way to repair it, but we don't have that much time, we don't have a lot of repairs of this level, and there are not even the standard parts left in Eden in this era."

Monica sighed, she instructed the old flywheel to add a few more physical partitions to the third pipe to ensure safety, and then said to Murphy, who was ready:

"You're ready to get started, Your Excellency, according to my calculations, the success rate of this operation is at least around 65%."

"Well, if you don't say this specific number, I'll be more reassured."

Murphy complained:

"It's not 99.95% of the time, it's really hard to get nervous, you know?"

"I can understand that the more critical the situation of organic life, the more likely it is to have this boring behavior of blindly pursuing probability."

Monica winked at her eyes, which were no different from those of a living person, and said:

"But in fact, when you really decide to do something, the probability is a string of numbers that you don't need to pay attention to, and my remaining memories record many times that you have successfully completed a task with a completion probability of less than 20%, and there are also those who have encountered uncontrollable accidents and failed in a 100% safe environment.

Therefore, I will adopt the Sentinel Corps generic comfort strategy.

I'll tell you, success and failure are actually at 50%. ”

"You're stealing concepts, but I can't discuss this with a robot."

Murphy complained, allowing Monica to put an earbud-type anti-jamming intercom around her neck, wear the necessary evil on her waist, and take off the Sun Knife and hand it over to Sister Cement for safekeeping.

It's a thing that has the air of Kulkan, and it's hard to say if it won't cause any disturbance when closing the subspace rift, and with Monica saying that the success rate is only 65%, Murphy still intends to stabilize it.

He strode onto the suspended stone bridge shaped by the Twilight cultists, and walked to the end, where he looked at the subspace rift suspended in the pale streamer in front of him, like a purple eye, within reach.

Murphy took a deep breath, activated the intercom hanging from his neck, and said:

"I'm ready."

"Well, please wait a minute, I'm about to adjust the power supply of the base's energy pod to the beta program so that it will re-enter the suppression state, and you will continue to release omega energy as the suppression core in the process."

Monica's somewhat distorted voice rang in Murphy's ears as she said:

"The most dangerous part of this process is that you need to get close to the subspace rift and I mean contact it directly, and although you've been making sure you won't be disturbed, let's do a test before we go into action.

Now wrap your hand in the Omega program and reach into the subspace rift in front of you. ”

"Buzz"

A pale glow covered Murphy's right hand, and after Murphy's blood wing, which had expanded more than three times as much after being promoted, and looked like a dragon's wing, it pushed Murphy to float in the air, reaching out to the suppressed subspace rift in front of him.

A dazzling arc of light flickered on the surface of the purple eyeball-shaped rift that touched the surface of the fingers, which was the annihilation reaction produced by the contact between the omega energy and the chaotic aura of the subspace.

Murphy ignored the pulsing arcs of light, and continued to reach for his right hand with a blank face, as if reaching into a basin of viscous water, until his hand was completely engulfed by the subspace rift.

From the mirror-like starlight crack in front of him, he couldn't see his hand moving on the other side, but Murphy felt like he was reaching into the warm hearth, and he could feel his hand heating up.

This may be due to the high-frequency annihilation reaction produced by the omega program when it comes into contact with a high concentration of subspace breath.

"No pain, just fever, I'm not polluted by subspace, I don't have hallucinations or whispers, everything is normal."

Murphy flapped his wings and hovered in front of the massive purple chasm, maintaining the posture of his right hand reaching in, and said:

"Let's start the program, Monica, let's shut down this scary thing."

"Roger! Beta program overload begins! ”

Monica's voice came intermittently, a distraction from the communicator's approach to the subspace region.

The fact that the ordinary psionic orb has long since stopped working under this circumstance proves that our Creator engineering is awesome.

As the energy capsule of the R-9 base began to enter overload mode, the pale streamer covering the perimeter of the subspace rift suddenly transformed from a subtle outline into a series of surrounding suppression beams, as if an invisible force pushed them to squeeze the scope of the subspace rift inward, and Murphy, as the core, could also feel the pressure.

He must constantly release omega energy to annihilate the chaotic energy surging against this rift, and in this state of mutual consumption, the beta program can find an opportunity to suppress the closure.

This is equivalent to the transfer of all the bombardment power that has been subjected to the beta program for thousands of years to Murphy, which is supposed to be very uncomfortable, but His Excellency the Administrator does not feel any discomfort, except for the temperature increase in his right hand, he himself lacks even the slightest abnormality.

This scene made Monica in the back even more convinced that His Excellency the Administrator's Omega Program was definitely from the hands of the Creator, and it was a valuable means used by the Creator to combat and restrain the filth of the subspace.

"In five minutes, Master Murphy, please use your current position as the source point to interfere with the eighth quadrant in the lower left in front of you."

Sister Cement's voice also sounded in the communicator, and she prompted:

"Cadman City is currently being sent into the rift between subspace and the astral plane by the Twilight Cultists, and you need to get stuck at that point in time to prevent the city from being pushed into subspace."

"But the two places should be far apart, right?"

Murphy asked rhetorically:

"Can I really interfere here affect things thousands of miles away, or even thousands of miles away?"

"Yes, because the interpretation of the concept of 'space' in subspace is very complex and counterintuitive, and I understand this from some observations left in Eden."

Sister Cement patiently explained:

"Space and time there are non-linear and not continuous, and in fact, according to my observations, things there are full of a state of 'quantum superposition'.

For example, your right hand reaching into subspace is at least thousands of kilometers away from your wrist at this time, and will randomly appear throughout the subspace with your slight movement, so with the help of the extradimensional computing device of the Land of Creation, the direction I calculated combined with the interference of a specific time is enough for the interference power you give to intervene and disrupt the ritual of the Twilight Cultist.

After that, it only takes this short-frequency interference to maneuver Cadman City to move around the edge of the astral plane until it reaches its intended landing point.

Have you ever played with remote control toys?

Not. Sorry, you haven't played it, but I'd like to say that the two things work the same way. ”

"Hey, who do you look down on?"

Murphy complained in his heart:

"Not only have I played with remote control cars, but I even had cool remote control Transformers, alas, I don't know who my cabinet of glue was cheaper in the end, well, no matter who inherited my 'King's Treasure Trove', please remember to help delete the browser records and the 'learning materials' in the F drive, leaving my innocence in another world.

Such a great grace cannot be said to thank you!

When the brothers are here, I'll get you a place to cross! ”

(End of chapter)