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In the dimly lit room, the smell of tea dissipated little by little with the flame of the small stove, and a good pot of tea was then divided into two teacups carved with a shadow spider pattern in a very elegant motion, and the slender and beautiful fingers lifted the cups, and after sniffing lightly, they made a satisfying nasal sound.

But instead of drinking it, he poured the amber liquid of the teacup on the ground next to him, allowing the aroma of tea to spread.

This whole set of tea art skills, which can be called a master, finally ushered in such a result, but the bear child used his amazing wisdom to build the coolest sandcastle for a long time, and then kicked it down.

If there is a bear child who does this, it means that he may not be normal, and in the same way, this guy who sits in the dark and cooks tea is definitely not a serious person.

But he had no abnormal consciousness, and was still happily selecting tea leaves to prepare for the next round of "tea art display", until the closed door was knocked, interrupting this very charming but always strange process.

The emaciated man in the dark raised his head, his eyes narrowed and his dissatisfaction after being disturbed, he did not hide this emotion, and asked in a cold voice:

"What's the matter?"

"There's something wrong with the sacrificial rites, Lord 'Slave Master'."

A nice woman's voice sounded outside the room, reporting in the tone of the shadow elf:

"The city that was supposed to have been sent into subspace a quarter of an hour ago was disturbed, and its course was inexplicably deflected by unknown forces, and after entering the gap between the astral plane and the subspace, it drifted out in an unknown direction, and was not sent into subspace as planned.

The psionists who presided over the sacrifice are still figuring things out, but IMHO this is a long-planned operation, and we can't be sure who is interfering with what should be a secret ritual. ”

"Huh"

The man in the house uttered a short, nasal voice and said disdainfully:

"There are no more than ten forces in this world that have the ability to interfere with this ritual, and there is only one that has the ability and the willingness to take the initiative to do so.

Who would go out of their way to risk being back-polluted by subspace to save a group of Transansians who had been adrift in the astral plane for nine months? What kind of reward can those poor creatures who are powerless to save themselves in the astral plane come up with to give back to the helpers?

Don't guess.

It must have been the hand of the Murphy, who was amazing in every way.

We don't know exactly how he did it, but it's clear that despite all our best efforts to elevate Murphy's threat, we still underestimated the handsome Excellency. ”

The servant outside the house did not speak, but remained silent and waited for his master's orders, and after a few seconds the sound of picking tea was heard again in the house, and the honorable man, nicknamed "Slave Master", said:

"Don't worry about it, just treat it as if nothing happened, anyway, it was just for the anxious 'source' to complete this matter, whether it succeeds or not, it has nothing to do with us, anyway, the deposit has been collected, and we don't lose."

"But, if the 'source' is investigated."

"Oh, let's live this hunt first, as far as I can see, Murphy and his companions are not people who will not fight back, the pathological attachment to 'mother' in Gen's personality is a big problem, the more she can't be restrained, the closer she is to ruin, and a genius who does bad things will eventually lose to the things she loves, as predicted in many classic stories.

With her obvious panic now, we will most likely be attending a pointless memorial service for the death of a 'senior' in the near future. ”

His Excellency, the "slave owner," said in a tone of contempt, disdain, and pity and, finally, indifference:

"Don't invest too much energy in the losers, let's focus on the tasks given to us by His Excellency the 'Chief Monk', how is the progress of the exploration of the dark regions?"

"Not optimistic, master."

The female elf outside the door replied more and more humbly:

"Although the location of the warehouse in the Dark Regions of Eden has been confirmed, our Pioneer Explorers have been unable to break through the defensive line formed by the group of automatons, and have suffered losses. It's pretty miserable. ”

"Well, I don't blame you, the mechanical power of the last era was too terrifying, but since it is a request of the organization, we can't delay it any longer, and send all the people who presided over this defeat ceremony to the exploration team.

I gave them three months to enter the ruins of Eden.

Oh, of course, you don't have to go.

You are my favorite disciple, and I look forward to you shining for our cause. ”

A relieved voice was evident outside the door, and in the distance of footsteps, the man in the shadows remade a pot of tea.

This time he was so pleased with his results that he picked up the tea-scented liquid and stepped into the deeper shadows, whispering to a bewitching elf bound to a luxurious bed in a peculiar pose:

"It's time for tea, Mistress Mistress, this is your favorite drink, cooked for you the way you taught me. Look at you, why are you still crying? Do you think of the old days in Mejewa again? ”

He sighed, picked up the nine-tailed whip next to him, and poured the hot tea on the bound female elf Chi. On the naked body, as the fragrance of tea escaped, he lifted the whip in the trembling of the other party, and he whispered:

"It's okay, humble me will take you back to that good old time at once, pain is joy See, all the things you taught me, I never dare or want to forget, come, let me help you remember those old times that have passed."

"Smack"

——

"The third interference will begin in three minutes, Mr. Murphy, I have just spoken with Lord Norman as the locator in Cadman City, and he has confirmed to us that Cadman City has moved away from the subspace boundary and is re-entering the astral plane.

The cultists' push for the city has failed, and all that is left is to continue to interfere with it and let it drift towards the calculated mapped coordinates. ”

Sister Cement's voice sounded in Murphy's ears, making the slightly tired handsome Murphy nod.

At this time, he was still hovering in front of the subspace rift, but the beta program energy around him, which was glowing under the stimulation of the Omega program, had condensed into a thorn-like white aura and covered Murphy's body, making him look as unique as a vampire who came out of the light.

It would be thirty-five minutes after the closure of the subspace rift and the start of the rescue operation for Cadman City, and Murphy's right hand that had reached into the other side of the subspace rift to carry the Omega program had become hot.

It is the convergence of heat formed by the annihilation of the chaotic energy of the subspace and the omega program after many collisions.

From feeling nothing at the beginning to now perceiving the pain in his fingers, Murphy can be regarded as having gone through a wave of "stress tests", allowing him to judge that the maximum time he can hold out in the chaotic environment of subspace should be estimated to be about an hour.

It's quite an astonishing time.

After losing the artificial godhead made by the creator, Lao Sutou may not last as long as Murphy in the filth and erosion of subspace, after all, this thing has nothing to do with strength, and it can only be said that the Chaos Origin is too buggy for the dual interference and mutation of flesh and blood creatures at the mental and physical levels.

"Monica, report on the situation of the subspace rift!"

Murphy asked, and after a few seconds the amnesia sentinel replied in a serious tone:

"The magic of the Omega program is really indescribable, with it as the core of the suppressive force, the purification efficiency of the beta program has been increased to the level of 300% of the original design index, and the area of the subspace rift in the physical world has been reduced by two-thirds.

Hold on, Administrator.

At the current pace, we still need about 20 minutes to completely close this rift, how do you feel? Do you hear phantoms or illusions floating in front of your eyes? If there is a similar situation, please let me know as soon as possible. ”

"The spirit is fine, but I am a little tired, it takes more energy to keep the omega program active for such a long time than I thought, other than that, there is no problem, it just hurts"

Murphy pouted and said:

"It feels like touching a hot charcoal fire with your fingers"

“！！！”

This answer stunned several people around her, especially Sharon Jr. who shuddered at the thought of touching the charcoal fire with her fingers, which was almost a punishment for a flame-hating vampire.

Why could Master Murphy say such horrible things so lightly?

Wow, is this the world of the strong?

Well, the truth of the matter may not be as cool as Sharon thinks, and Murphy doesn't care about such pain because of the will of a strong man, but purely because he was abused by the Omega program.

I used to have a whole body tremor that hurt every time I started this thing, but now I can keep my face unchanged for half an hour, and compared to the pain of stimulating every muscle when the omega program covers the body, it is not worth mentioning just touching the charcoal.

"That. Actually, I just wanted to warn you about it. ”

Monica's somewhat embarrassed voice sounded in Murphy's headphones, and she whispered:

"If your right hand hurts, you can switch to your left hand and continue to guide the omega program, which doesn't require you to keep the handsome looking position you have all the time, because no one is taking pictures or videos of you.

If necessary, you can use your legs or wings.

The energy emission of the beta program has stabilized, and it now just needs a coordinate to channel the energy"

"Why didn't you say something so important earlier!"

Murphy, who has always had a sense of camera, frowned and scolded, and hurriedly pulled his hot right hand back while poking his left hand into the rift.

The slender fingers and white palms would have turned gray as if they had been subjected to sunburn, and they were still emitting high-temperature ashes, but fortunately, Murphy's regeneration ability after the silver level had been strengthened a lot, allowing his battered hands to return to normal in a few minutes.

Because of this oolong, the atmosphere of the scene was awkward, but after a few minutes, Murphy took the initiative to break the silence and asked:

"Monica, where's the thing you mentioned earlier that provides orientation guidance for beta programs in subspace and is still in effect after a thousand years of operation? Now that the rift is about to be sealed, we should probably find a way to get that thing out. ”

"Hey, I'll send you the coordinates of that thing right away. Wait, you don't understand such an extradimensional formula, so I'll just say it, first keep your hand in the current horizontal dimension, and then move it to the left at a uniform speed.

It doesn't matter, you keep moving, I'll watch the coordinates transform. ”

Murphy, who was despised by Monica, moved his left hand expressionlessly, like a farmer touching loaches in a paddy field, and complained fiercely in his heart that after he took over the Sentinel Corps, he must modify all the logical circuits of these sentinels who speak to people's hearts to be fools or dumb.

"Stop! It's this coordinate point, and then up in the vertical dimension"

Monica didn't notice the crazy complaint in Murphy's heart, she would be holding an instrument that could calculate the coordinates of the subspace and directing Murphy's movements, because of the strange spatial characteristics of that ghost place, she could only use this seemingly rather metaphysical way to find the "locator" that Monica threw into the subspace in the first place.

"Stop! Hold the current left and then extend your arm forward. Stop! In this position, you move your finger to see if you can touch the object? ”

Monica said a word to Murphy, who was a guest appearance at the construction site at this time, like a crane commander, and the vampire continued to complain in his heart, stretching out his five fingers to find around, as if trying to catch a fish in the sticky water.

A few seconds later, Murphy's fingers touched an entity, a strange touch that made him immediately frown, and asked:

"What the hell did you throw across the rift? How do I feel about this thing. Wait a minute! Let me feel it again."

His fingers kept as little upward as possible, and he touched a bend in the bend of the cold thing and pinched his fingers to feel the touch, soft and hard.

Murphy's expression changed suddenly.

Seems to be a person on the other side?

it!

Was this amnesiac sentinel so fierce a thousand years ago? Throw people directly into subspace as locators? Isn't this horse rider playing a fantasy stake?

Wait a minute!

If Monica could only find a nearby thing that would not be polluted by subspace as the location of the beta program in an emergency, judging from the situation in Eden thousands of years ago and the special touch of things that Murphy touches now, the opposite side is either an Eden bionic soldier, or it is

Another sentinel!

"I might want to go over and have a look."

Murphy whispered, and Monica screamed in the next moment:

"Nope! Decision veto! Your Excellency the Administrator is extremely important to the current situation on the mainland, and cannot carry out such a high-risk operation! Please end this contact now! You are not strong enough to deal with the threats you face if you go deep into subspace.

No matter what's on the other side, it's not worth the risk! ”

"Well, it makes sense, personal safety is still more important."

Murphy thought about it, this is indeed the truth, if he is now a golden rank as powerful as Lord Pa Ying, he can still go over and wave, but now it is really impossible for him to leave everything in the material world under the current situation and go to the chaotic core area of subspace to explore carefree.

But just as Murphy's fingers were about to be withdrawn, the humanoid creature on the opposite side that had not moved suddenly trembled, and then Murphy felt that his wrist was buckled in reverse, and in the completely irresistible huge pull, the whole person was pulled into the subspace rift in front of him in the next moment.

It was like a pebble being thrown into a pond, rippling in the mirror-like energy of the subspace rift.

This happened so suddenly that several people next to them were stunned for a second before screaming, and Monica shouted in a pitch-shifting voice, "Protocol Three!" Protect the Creator Incarnate! He activated the rocket thruster on his body and wanted to pounce on the rift, but was pulled by the old flywheel and Sharon beside him.

Thankfully, this is a repair sentry, otherwise an instinctive counterattack would have been enough to kill Old Flywheel and Sharon in place.

However, there is a figure that is faster than Monica, and Adele, who has been staying next to her and quietly recording the master's sublime saving act, pounced the moment she saw Murphy being pulled into the subspace, and faced the chaotic place in front of her that could corrupt the gods in a short period of time, Sister E plunged into it at the highest speed without a trace of hesitation.

As soon as she jumped in, it was as difficult to breathe as if she was drowning, just like a fish in the water jumping into the sky, after all, its physiological system was not evolved to live in the subspace at all, and the surrounding Adele was surrounded by crimson and purple-black streamers, and it was difficult for mortal eyes to understand everything that existed here, just as most flesh and blood would fall into madness the moment they looked directly at the subspace.

This was supposed to be Adele's tragic end, but the moment she jumped into the subspace, a white light flashed around her like an unpredictable prophet, enveloping her, and then pulling her into a warm embrace.

"It's okay, open your eyes."

Murphy's voice sounded beside Adele, causing Sister E to carefully open her eyes a slit.

Fortunately, it wasn't Murphy who was already covered with tentacles, and it wasn't the subspace demon who came to trap her.

Murphy was still the same handsome Murphy, but there was a little more tiredness between his eyebrows, and beside him, there was another guy holding his hand.

It was a silver-white robot.

Taller than Monica, she resembles a lady, her bionic skin has become tattered, so it looks like a broken skin with a hint of horror, and the sentry body that should never rust is now covered in black rust, and even the ruby-like eyes have a faint light that could go out at any moment.

"I'll introduce you."

Murphy said to Adele:

"This is Monica, the Sentinel Legion's Pioneer Commander."

"Huh?"

Adele frowned suddenly, and she asked:

"If she's Monica, the one across from her is"

"That's Mosna, the 'sister' of the real Monica."

Murphy looked at the elite sentinel commander beside him, who had become rusty under the erosion of subspace, with a complicated look, and said:

"The story of the two of them is quite complicated, and it took me a long time to figure it all out."

“？ But you haven't been in for five seconds. ”

"I've actually been here for nineteen minutes, remember what cement said? Time in this place is chaotic and discontinuous, sometimes accelerating, sometimes slowing down, and more often jumping suddenly, with no regularity at all.

For Commander Monica, her initiative to jump in here to direct the suppressive power of the beta program only happened twelve hours ago, but that didn't stop her sister from sleeping on the other side for a thousand years.

Time, it's an amazing thing, right? ”

(End of chapter)