"Buzz"

Murphy and Adele walked hand in hand through the narrow chasm, which had shrunk enough to allow only two people to hug each other, and the moment he returned to the physical world, the Administrator felt the roar and hugging behind him.

It's like a lot of hands are pulling at him, unwilling to let him leave so easily.

Obviously, the greedy subspace doesn't intend to let go of any of the unlucky ghosts who enter it and take the treasure, but as the noble administrator, Murphy always has the privilege.

He turned to look at the crack behind him that was still trying to fight back under the suppression of the pale light, and the originally calm chaotic power in it would be like a small basin of water to set off "angry waves", turning into purple-black entity ghost claws trying to detain the bodies of Murphy and Adele, and pull them back into the source of chaos.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but your place is too simple and simple, and I have no plans to go a second time recently!"

With a wave of his hand, a cool red blade of light burst out of his hand and slashed down under the cover of the power of the Omega program, smashing all the ghost claws that gushed out, so that the last counterattack of this rift that had existed in the material world for thousands of years was simply resolved.

The explosion of the Omega program surged with a blast of energy, and the suppression seal of the beta program pressed the final rift back into another dimension in just a few seconds.

All that remained was a crack that still shimmered with an irregular white light, like a poorly crafted stitcher carved into real space to "close the wound".

At this point, the rift in subspace has been completely sealed, and the Omega program continues to work hard to smooth out the remaining entanglement between the two planes, like using putty to smooth out the depression in the wall, and when the last process is over, the aftermath of this millennium-long catastrophe will truly subside.

Because the subspace rift was closed, the irregular gravity disorder zone that directly caused the existence of the fourth underground layer was also rapidly weakening, and the debris suspended in the air fell into the deep valley below, but this ghost place was shaped by the collision of two higher realities for a thousand years, and the physical properties of this area have been permanently changed.

At the very least, the suspended stone bridge will be preserved as a silent witness to the thrilling but unknown hidden events that once took place here.

In this background, Murphy flapped his wings and turned his head to see that he was chained by Old Flywheel and Sharon and still struggling to shout "Protocol Three!" Protect the Creator Incarnate "Amnesia's sentinel Monica.

Well, I should call her her real name Mosna now.

"Are you going to tell the sentinel about what just happened, and the emotional circuit is suspected to be something abnormal?"

Adele whispered beside Murphy:

"I think that's a little too cruel, because we've just witnessed her sister's sublime and emotional self-demise."

"I don't have to say these cruel words with my own hands."

Murphy glanced at the memory core that he held in his hand, which was still being washed over and over again by the Omega program, and something more precious was being hidden in his close-fitting leather armor, and no one except Vam and Adele knew what was happening in subspace today.

Even Mannes, the fur snake who came up with the risky plan, couldn't tell if Murphy had succeeded by going back in time, and Mannes' abilities couldn't work against any power above it.

Murphy stroked the memory core in his hand and said:

"Monica has left everything she wants to say in this thing, so let the sisters finish this farewell a thousand years late."

He looked at the thing, and the memory core in his hand quickly gave the item a label:

Name: Sentinel Memory Core - Elite Unit Upgrade / Personification Plug-in

Item Effect: Used to store the memory data of the sentry instance, and can also be exported using a special device, but the wrong activation method will trigger its self-destruct program, so it is not recommended for non-sentry legion members to use it.

Prompt!

The item's internal procedures have undergone some indescribable permanent changes under the influence of subspace forces, which are judged to be harmless modifications, but in order to avoid affecting the Sentinel Legion's action patterns, please do not spread the special programs in the plugin on a large scale.

Item Description:

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If you look closely, the back of this memory core is struck with the names of more than 1,370 individual sentinels arranged in an astonishing miniature way, as is their tradition, and only those who have performed glorious deeds in the sacred mission against the subspace are worthy of being commemorated in this way.

Monica's name will eventually be among them, and may even be at the top of the list, becoming one of the pioneers of the machine.

But to be honest, I don't know how they awakened this strange tradition, and I didn't add these strange features when I wrote the blueprint for the mechanical thinking of the Sentinel system.

Perhaps it is because of the long-term war with the subspace that has led to unpredictable changes in the logic of their behavior.

In other words, these mechanical little sisters are becoming more and more human-like.

But that's not a bad thing, right?

Who can refuse a group of 'mechanical nuns' who are loyal to their mission and can fight?

——

Love comes from [DATA EXPUNGED]

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"See, she's also comprehended grief."

Murphy shook his head and snapped his wings and landed beside Mosna, who swung the Sentinel Commander's free-of-the-art lightsaber he had taken from Monica to sever the chains that bound Mosina.

The latter immediately jumped to his feet and stammered to Murphy:

"I'm sorry, Administrator, I didn't anticipate that something on the other side would move, because my mistake put you in unexpected danger, please allow me to tell you."

"No, that's not a bad thing, both for me and for you."

Murphy waved his hand, he didn't take the time to explain to Mosna what had happened to him on the other side, but handed the memory core in his hand to the amnesiac sentry, saying:

"Replace it with it, and you'll know what happened in a thousand years, don't worry, it's purified, and those memories won't be a memetic carrier for subspace pollution."

"Can I refuse?"

As a maintenance sentry, Mosna looked at the "unknown origin" memory core in Murphy's hand with a suspicious gaze, and said:

"According to Article 119, paragraph 4 of the Sentinel Code, it is a serious disciplinary offence to arbitrarily delete or modify one's own components without applying for approval, and may even be scrapped if the result is serious. I don't want to."

"You can't refuse!"

Murphy interrupted Mosna's instigated defense, shoved the memory core into her hand, and said:

"If you don't install it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life, and it's an order from the Administrator, you said before, until you return to the Sentinel Legion, you're going to obey my orders, so, install it!

This is not a request. ”

"Okay."

Mosna pursed her lips and took over the memory core that was still flashing with the afterglow of the omega program, she couldn't complete the installation of the extra module on her own, after all, this slot was in the back of her head, she couldn't remove her head to complete the installation, right?

So you need your own apprentice to help.

Before the three of them got busy, Murphy asked:

"Now that the subspace rift is closed, the components of the beta program are useless, right? Can I take it with me? ”

"Why take it away?"

Mosna asked in surprise:

"It's too heavy to be used as a one-man device, and the energy consumption it consumes per activation is exaggerated, only this military-grade energy pod is barely enough to recharge it."

"But it can seal the subspace rift for a thousand years, which means it can also be used to trap those subspace creatures."

Murphy explains:

"Considering the prospect that I'm going to have to deal with these bastards more and more often in the future, I think I should find some more effective means of restraint and restraint than the Omega program in advance, and I can't go up and fight for anything, right?

And I also have a military-grade energy pod.

Can you please help me modify the effective structure of the beta device after I solve my current problem? I would like to equip the 'Commander Armament' with one more weapon attachment for subspace attacks. ”

"Oh, that's fine."

Mosna replied:

"The beta program module has the original design of weaponization, but it is just a blueprint for the airship ship, and you only need to modify the underlying design to make it a power armor accessory, and it just so happens that your power armor has a unique design of multi-specification interface commander array, which is quite convenient when changing outfits."

"Okay, then I'll bother you."

Murphy nodded, then activated the quantum communication and asked Sister Cement:

"When will Cadman City arrive at their intended drop-off location?"

"It'll take another thirty minutes or so, Lord Murphy."

Sister Cement replied:

"But the situation on the side of the Crimean Fortress is estimated to be difficult to hold out for thirty minutes, and Eris, the winter wolf who has just appeared, is not Kherson's opponent at all, and the god of the north wind is not only facing Kherson.

The enhancement given to Hygesen by the Lord of the Hunt has allowed it to grow to the point where it can crush the golden.

If there is no more powerful factor, the end of the god of the north wind will be very bad.

Just now, Triss has asked me to return there immediately to preside over the overall situation, and I have helped you hide your accidental entry into the subspace, so that Grand Duke Triss will not worry. ”

"Well done."

Murphy took out his mechanical pocket watch, looked at the time, and said:

"How is the state of the preparation of the 'War Commander Armament'?"

"It recharges its hidden back energy in the energy chamber of the Swamp Forbidden Lands, which can be completed in a maximum of ten minutes, do you need me to activate its combat mode for you?"

Sister Cement said with a kind of researcher's amazement:

"I have to say that the weapons you have prepared for this battle are beyond our imagination,"

"Go ahead and recharge, and don't rush these few minutes."

Murphy Says:

"Once it's recharged, let it enter the ejection pad and project it directly onto the battlefield of the Krimu Fortress with the containment tank, I need to rush over and see what is going on right away. If things don't go well, I can at least send Lao Sutou on his last journey with my own hands. ”

"Roger!"

Sister Cement replied.

By the time Murphy walked to the portal, the last available support in the R-9 base was already in place.

More than fifty furry black or gray werewolves awaited Murphy's verdict on their fate with trepidation and anticipation, all of them donned the Far Wanderer armor and were issued with weapons, as if to symbolize that a not-so-bad future had opened its arms to them.

"Your leader, Marcus, has completed the difficult task I have given him, and you will also be on the continent today as the source of civilization."

Murphy played with the Sentinel lightsaber in his hand, and he said:

"I have prepared for you a covenant of faith in which you will be free from restraint, but only if you act for this generosity.

This is a battle that is destined to be difficult.

So my advice to you is that the brave battle will let the old Su Tou see your potential, and let me not regret making this decision.

Werewolves, are you ready to step into battle under the leadership of vampires? ”

"Of course, Lord Benefactor."

A sturdy and wild female werewolf looked up, and she exclaimed:

"We are willing to follow you on this fateful battlefield, and we will not let you down!"

"Very well, let's go."

Murphy moved his neck to reset the countdown of the mechanical pocket watch for thirty minutes, took one last look at Mosna, who was carefully dismantling the back of her head by the old flywheel in the rear, and then led the werewolves to the battlefield of the Krimu Fortress on the teleportation board.

——

The Sentinels' memory modules are installed with upgrade slots, which saves them from having to lose their memories and replace them with new plug-ins, as the Sentinel's Unified Component makes the data read instantaneously.

The moment the old flywheel and Sharon Jr. inserted the memory core into the back of Mosna's head, even if it was still in a temporary shutdown, Mosna's compatible program was activated and began to import the data from the new memory module into the sentinel's processing core.

This brings us to a very curious problem.

For example, do robots dream of electronic sheep? Or more simply, do the sentinels dream?

Mosna hadn't dreamed before.

Although their design is very advanced, it really does not reach the point where it is possible to simulate dreams with data programs, not because the creator's black technology can't do it, but because there is no need to do so.

After all, what the creator needs is a group of determined warriors, not a group of comic robots, and besides, in the face of the battlefield of subspace, even if it is a data biomimetic simulation, such a thing as dreams will become a carrier for the memetic transmission of pervasive chaotic pollution.

However, Mosna was pulled into a peculiar "data dream" before it was restarted.

She opened her eyes in a dream of thousands of characters and data streams, and saw another sentinel who was almost identical to herself.

The latter was like herself in a mirror, standing in front of her and looking at her with an emotional and gentle attitude that did not belong to a mechanical creature.

When Mosna saw the hidden combat module on the other party's body, she knew that it was a combat sentry, and judging by the special number that only the sentry could read, it was an elite commander of the assault type.

Mosna immediately instinctively straightened up and said loudly:

"Greetings to you, Commander!"

"Huh?"

This reaction startled the other party.

Then the guy covered his mouth and let out a crisp laugh, which was not at all like the sentinel's reaction, but like a real life.

"You're still so jumpy, sister, it seems that even General Fiems's personal training has not been able to restore you to the steadiness you should have as an elite sentry repairer."

Monica's data image left in the memory core whispered with a hint of emotion:

"But that's fine, maybe it's the Creator who has added more wonderful ingenuity to shaping you, giving you an optimistic trait that no other Sentinel has, which makes you incompatible with other people and the one who always attracts attention, or 'troublemaker'.

Alas, I'm sorry that this goodbye was so long overdue, but it finally came.

I'm sorry to see you again in this 'afterimage' posture, Mosna, and when you wake up, you'll remember everything that happened thousands of years ago, but don't grieve for me, I've come to the perfect ending that the sentinels can get.

My story is over, but by the twist of fate, it seems that your story has only just begun.

This is also the fulfillment of your dream.

After all, when we were on duty on the cruiser, you complained that the subspace was too boring, and you wanted to take a good look at the material world created by the Creator.

Sister, cherish this journey.

I have gained something precious from my torment in subspace, and I have left it to you so that you can feel the joy, excitement and anticipation, and the feeling of dreams more realistically.

You may become a real 'person' and not just a tool.

Perhaps this is what the Creator wants to see, and that He has shaped this world not only for the exiles, but also for our home.

Don't cry for me, Mosna.

I will be with you until the end of this road."

The apparition walked up to a bewildered Mosna, reached out and touched her cheek, leaving the last goodbye kiss on her sister's forehead as the digitized pixels dissipated.

"It's time for you to wake up, go, embrace your new life, and show me a future that may not be bright, but it's definitely worth fighting."

In the echo of the residual sound, Mosna's system reboot was completed, and when she opened her eyes, the fierce data stream vibrated rapidly in her mind, and even caused multiple of her chips to burst into dangerous sparks, and in these "romances" that belonged to the robot alone, she recalled the memory data that she had deleted, of course, from Monica's perspective about the incident that happened more than a thousand years ago.

"The subspace rift is about to get out of hand! The squad has suffered heavy losses, the front line of the Legion is also under siege by the Shadows of Subspace, and the headquarters is unable to send more warriors Monica! Now that there are only two of us left, we must suppress the re-expansion of this rift."

"Fix the base's energy pod, sister, I brought this strange mod, and the vampire councilor told me before he lost his memory that this thing they made could suppress the forces of Chaos."

"No! Its positioning sign is damaged, and we can't pinpoint the core node! Damn, we don't have the standard Superdimensional Dao Logo Monica on hand! What are you doing? Come back! ”

"I can jump over, sister, replace the location signal with my extra-dimensional radar signal, I'm a combat sentry, I have a subspace countermeasure and purification module, I can hold on longer."

"I won't allow it! You give me back! We can also"

"Sister, fix it! This is our last chance, the Sentinels will not fail in their mission, the Creator is watching over us. ”

"Monica, come back! Don't."

"Let me go! You're not a combat sentinel, you can't withstand the chaos wash of this energy level, Mosna! You idiot, let me go! ”

"I'm not going to let go, you're my little sister, I knew I had to take care of you as we walked off the line together, the Creator was overactive in the emotional modules he gave me when he made me.

I know it's a problem, and I know I'm a troublemaker, but I just don't want to give up on you! Monica. I don't want to."

"Didi Di Di detected chaos pollution breaching the safety threshold. Level 1 Warning! Contamination memes are being generated, memory modules are formatted to start."

"Don't! No!!! Monica I don't forget you, I won't forget you, I swear."

"Be strong, sister, we'll see you again."

Fragments of distorted memories replay the parting of a thousand years ago, and Mosna's memories are frozen in the moment when Monica is engulfed in the rift of subspace.

She remembered everything, but she had missed it all, and the belated goodbye was over before it began.

"I forgot about her, oh my God, I forgot that I didn't even say goodbye to her, the Creator is above."

Mosna slumped in place, her hands over her face and screaming, but robots and vampires couldn't shed tears, it wasn't a gentle world for them.

Xiao Sharon next to him wanted to step forward to comfort the dejected mentor, but the old flywheel reached out and held it down, and the old halfling, who also had an unforgettable past, glanced at Mosna with pity, he shook his head and whispered:

"Give her a little time, despair and sorrow always need to be savored slowly by one person to brew hope, alas, there is one more sad person in this damn world."

(End of chapter)