Chapter 910 909 If this is the case, then give it a try, my friend
Chapter 910 If this is the case, then give it a try, my friend! - Additional updates with monthly tickets [410]
Of all the gods that Murphy has come into contact with so far, the most powerful one is of course the Eastern Holy Spirit. Astral Dragon is all about being like a big brother, calm, powerful, and reliable. He is really good at everything he encounters, and for administrators
Alpha's attitude is also one of equal dialogue with a subtle sense of distance.
Obviously, the Holy Spirit knows that Murphy has a noble status, but it is obviously still in the wait-and-see stage as to whether to use its resources and power in the human world to cooperate with Murphy's series of actions.
In contrast, the most down-to-earth god is the Berserker.
Although the human Avalon has also completely moved towards Murphy, the God of Nature pays attention to keeping things quiet in his work. While maintaining the veil of mystery, he does not have too many direct interactions with Murphy and the young players.
touch.
Wamu doesn't care about these minutiae. He has maintained a very close relationship with the young players since he paid attention to them.
Not to mention the ambiguous positioning of Giant Shark, the "Quantum Superposition God of Choice", the stable and rapid development of the Vam Brotherhood, a non-governmental organization in Transia, has already shown that players have an interest in "being approachable and having a distinctive personality".
"Boss Wamu's acceptance is quite high.
After all, this berserker does not require you to go to church to pray every day, nor will he give you a series of trials as proof of faith. As long as you dare to draw a knife to kill people and fight to the death, showing your bravery and passion, then
There is a high probability that you will get Wam's approval.
If you shout two shameful slogans while killing someone, Wamu will even personally give you a war cry as BGM.
The player's behavior is a perfect match for what Wam wants to see in his followers.
Of course, the above advantages cannot cover up some of the bad aspects of God Vamben, such as his disdain for psychic users and intelligent characters, and his overemphasis on bravery and violence, which in many cases will cause great pity.
Attrition, and according to Murphy's secret observation, Wamu Faith has another "sequelae" that is difficult to deal with.
Being more violent in the game may have some impact on life in the other world. After all, Boss Vam emphasizes a straightforward attitude of solving problems with sticks. It is natural to let his nature be unleashed here in Transia.
What a problem, but they are a society governed by law!
To be honest, if the giant shark that Wam is very optimistic about continues to be so crazy, Murphy is very worried that his funny little player will become a person who goes out to take out the garbage in the future, which will trigger a "what are you looking at" and "
A street fighting match that starts with "Look at you!"
This has always made him have some doubts about whether to vigorously promote Wamu's faith at the official level in Transia. The folk customs of Transia are already strong enough, and there is really no need for Laowa to come and add more fire.
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And if you think about it carefully, this conversation should be the first direct communication between Murphy and Wam, and Wam's "too straightforward" straight-to-the-point style almost made the handsome vampire almost break his guard.
Of course I know you are the God of Fury, but is this kind of intellectual performance a bit unseemly for a god?
"According to what you said, I do owe you a favor."
Murphy responded in his heart:
"But considering the current situation in subspace and the material world, can I first hear what kind of assistance you plan to ask me to complete for you?"
"Not difficult."
Seeing Murphy's positive response, Wamu didn't hide it. He said very directly:
"I hope you will promote the dragoons that arm their anger with steel so that the dead can unleash their fury again to Ice Bay. My followers will definitely like this weapon that can retain their pure rage.
The situation in the material world is changing too fast, and the barbarians who have never been able to form a stable political system also need some means to deal with the crisis.
How about it?
I’m not forcing things on others, am I?”
"It sounds really easy and reasonable, but I think the root cause of the Wamu barbarians' failure to form a stable political system is probably still with you, right?"
Murphy complained:
"I heard that whenever a great chief of a unified tribe is elected over there, countless berserkers will immediately challenge him one after another. It is said that the longest reigning chief in history did not survive more than three years.
The berserkers say this is a tribute to you, but I think it is not an option to keep doing it like this. After all, it is really not easy to produce a managerial talent among the barbarians.
Your followers are a little too extreme in some respects."
"That's what barbarians are like."
Wamu let out a very cool hum and said:
"What they respect in their bones is the concept that the strong is king. If you want to be king, you must be strong, and a chief who can be defeated by a war of numbers is obviously not a strong one! That is their tradition, even without me, then
The place will always be in chaos, and only strife can create strength.
What's more, isn't the current situation in Ice Bay caused by you vampires?
If it hadn't been for the one-night disaster of the Blood Fear Doomsday that dragged the most powerful tribe of the barbarians and the most likely to unify the Ice Bay into the subspace, I am afraid that the kingdom of the barbarians would have been established two hundred years ago.
Just like this, you, a sissy vampire, still dare to say that my believers are extreme?"
"Okay, I have nothing to say for this reason. After the Black Disaster is over, I will try to share the production technology of dragoons with your barbarian servants."
Murphy changed the subject smoothly and said:
"However, since you're already here, why not help me with a favor? Friendship is only when we come and go."
"But what you did just now was in return for the favor you owed me. If I help you now, wouldn't it mean that you owe me another favor?"
The berserker said in an arrogant tone:
"What are you going to do to repay this favor?"
"I didn't even restrain you from preaching among my immortal heroes, Berserker. Your church is currently the fastest growing force among the Gentiles."
Murphy responded angrily:
"According to your theory of 'whoever gets an advantage owes a favor', do you also owe me a favor?"
"I never preached among your followers, Murphy!"
Wamu retorted shamelessly and cunningly:
"I'm just attracted by their bravery. It's always fun to watch them fight. I just give them a little strength as a reward for watching them. My berserker priests have never argued with them about their doctrines, right?
Although the Temple of the Berserker has a temple in your territory, it has never actively recruited followers.
How can this be called missionary?
This can best be called sympathy between strong men!
A guy like you who is good at using tactics and tactics obviously cannot understand the pure and beautiful anger in the hearts of soldiers, so you have never been a good warrior."
"How about this? I will now ban the spread of Wamu's faith in my territory, and then kick those guys who call you 'Lao Da' all day long out of the world and not allow them to come back again?"
Murphy didn't want to argue with a wandering god at this time, so he picked out the window paper and said:
"Stop playing word games, Berserker! Your thinking is not suitable for this kind of game. We all know that there is no point in dwelling on these details. You have lost your own kingdom and become a wandering god. In this massacre Then you have to find a place to settle down and lick your wounds in order to make a comeback.
We can help each other, we have a common enemy, and no matter what you think of me, it can't change the fact that we need each other now.
So I propose cooperation. You help me attract firepower on the battlefield over there, and don’t let those shadows of chaos interfere with what I’m going to do next. After the matter at hand is settled, we can meet again and talk about the follow-up. question, how?
Anyway, you are idle when you are idle. Even if you don't help me, you will still open a few unparalleled ones among those subspace demons to vent your anger.
Of course, if you insist on emphasizing that this is a favor, then I will admit it."
"Okay, I can help! As you said, even without you, I still want to kill here and then move forward strategically. It's not like I can't help you with the help, just think of it as a way to repay those otherworldly jokes from the giant shark to me. It brings a lot of fun.”
Wamu agreed with a straightforwardness that was very consistent with the warrior style, but then he changed his tone and asked:
"But you want to take away Su's godhead? You are so weak that you can actually detect that kind of thing, and I know that you are not a guy who will block all adventures, so it is amazing that you are sure. Is this the power of Administrator Alpha? ?”
"What? You want that thing?"
Murphy quipped:
"Actually, it's not impossible. Anyway, Old Sutou will most likely not be able to use it. You are a believer in God and value power. It is understandable that you want to use artificial godhead to become powerful. Moreover, that thing comes with the Kingdom of God, which can just make up for your current weakness. "
"Have you had enough of your babbling? Don't use your thinking to figure out a god, sissy Murphy!"
Wam interrupted Murphy's speculation quite wildly, and said with a sneer:
"What kind of idiot would be willing to pursue a cage that binds the present and the future? The sentinels used strength to disguise the dog leash, but it cannot change its stupidity.
When seizing the gift of the Creator, it means that you have to use yourself as a bargaining chip in this never-ending war. However, only those who completely control themselves in the battle are called warriors. Those who are directly forced into battle and cannot choose when to retreat can only
Can be called a slave!
Don't forget where I come from!
Although I don't think I have any more direct relationship with that loser Thioguk, but even I would not be stupid enough to step into the same ditch twice.
Whoever wants it wants it, I don’t need that thing to achieve divinity! On the other hand, cowards who need the mercy of the Creator to call themselves gods may not have the right to pursue divinity from the beginning.
I'm just warning you, Murphy.
In your words, it is a piece of advice given to fellow travelers out of an alliance under the oppression of a common enemy.
Never use it!
That thing just looks beautiful, but while it brings power, it will also restrain you. No matter how beautiful the dog leash is, it can't change its enslaving nature. It can create a strong lower limit for you, but it will also lock you up.
Your upper limit.
If you have to pick a goal, let's learn from Ao.
Do you know why Ao had to choose the inconspicuous purification power when the border contract was signed?
Ha, let me tell you a secret that only the gods know.
Ao has never abused the gift of the Creator like other gods. He only got a starting point, but all of his current purifying powers come from continuous learning and mastering over thousands of years. The closeness of his connection with his followers in the material world is also
The most profound of all gods.
He and Callum the Dragonborn both prosper and suffer.
At this point, the Astral Dragon can rely on faith to instantly condense more powerful divine fire even when it is stripped of its godhead. Even the divine country where it is located, Lan Yuntian, is not based on that artificial godhead.
He has never expanded into the realm of man-made godhead, which is the unbreakable wall propped up by the Eastern Holy Spirit in the subspace by its own purifying power.
Ah, only when power is attributed to himself can He be invincible on the battlefield of subspace!
That's the only god I admire.
While other gods are obsessed with playing gods, He is the only one who has been walking on the path of pursuing true divinity, and now He is only one step away from the end. I am sure that one day, He will voluntarily give up this
Share the gift of the Creator and truly embark on the path that belongs to Him.
That's my goal too.
In this life, I will not submit to power, take shortcuts, practice hypocrisy, and fear death!
I will never become the next Thioguk, and you can’t even try to seduce me with that dog leash that exudes power!”
Having said this, Wam stopped, then returned to his arrogant and violent posture, scolding angrily:
"I can hardly fight now. After all, the Kingdom of God has been destroyed by these subspace idiots. I will unleash the wrath of heaven, but at most I will buy you one hundred and twenty breaths, and a little more! There are many.
The shadows of chaos are all coveting that godhead, and if you take it, it means you will never have peace again."
"Am I living a good life now?"
Murphy retorted:
"Will the shadows of Chaos let me go if I pretend not to see that thing now? Don't be stupid, Wamu, compared to your battle with them, I am truly fighting to the death with them."
"That's right, that's a bit brave. Come on, I'll be in front. You can get your things and leave quickly! Don't delay."
Vam roared:
"Come now!"
"Let's go! I have reached an agreement with the Berserker, and he will buy us enough time."
Murphy shouted to Monica and Adele. The elite sentinel was surprised that the administrator had reached a PY deal with a god without saying a word, but she did not waste time. The next moment, she took Murphy with her again.
I jumped to the battlefield, but as soon as I came over, I saw that Wamluo Da was being surrounded and beaten by countless chaotic currents.
All right
So this is how berserkers buy time?
Lao Wa, you are so honest.
Murphy sighed, and then activated the Omega program to generate resonance, causing the artificial godhead to return to the subspace environment from its super-dimensional folded posture, just like an irregular gem emitting bright light jumping in front of him.
As soon as this thing appeared, Murphy immediately felt the pressure coming from all directions. It was not just the pure oppression of chaos. The concepts of time and space were completely changed at this moment, like a piece of plasticine being rubbed around to form a strange shape.
, completely blocking all directions in which Murphy can leave.
Monica's body made an overwhelming buzzing sound, and Adele would bury her head in Murphy's chest. Just the gaze and oppression exerted by the shadow of chaos were enough to make them shudder, and Murphy felt herself for the first time.
The light of the invincible Omega Program is making an overwhelmed sound under the heavy pressure.
It seems that the current level of development of the Omega Program is still completely unable to resist the direct interference of the subspace shadow.
"Get out! That's the person I'm covering!"
At this moment, the bruised and swollen berserker let out an earth-shattering berserker roar, and threw the bloody bone battle ax in his hand towards Murphy's position, seemingly trying to hit Murphy.
Crushing actually drives away the power that the shadow of chaos has extended for the vampire.
When the battle ax made from the remains of Thioguk's divine body shattered the shackles imposed on him, the Omega Program also shined brightly at this moment, turning into a pale sun and wrapping Murphy in it.
At the moment when the Rule Stone was revealed, Monica activated the ultra-dimensional radar and led the three of them to jump away from here.
"Low, run!"
Murphy shouted in his heart:
"I owe you a favor, I will redeem it next time we meet!"
"Huh, you better be like this."
Wamu, who was already beaten and overwhelmed, still maintained a cool attitude, dropped a harsh word, and immediately grabbed the battle ax after Murphy jumped away, staggered through the blockade, and disappeared into Asia.
In the endless waves of space.
"Please take out my memory core immediately, Sir Administrator. The shadow of Chaos has been alarmed. You must leave here immediately. You must not approach the source of Chaos again until the situation subsides."
Monica handed a Sentinel Commander standard weapon to Murphy, then pointed to the back of her head and said:
"You can take it out by piercing it from here. I have finished writing the letter I left for Mosna. Please pass it to her and let a God of Creation like you end my destiny for me."
"So"
Murphy, who was also very tired, straightened his back and said in a serious tone to the rusty sentinel in front of him in this chaotic place that had become extremely dangerous.
"In the name of Alpha, the administrator hand-picked by the Creator, I convey my final instructions to you! Sentinel Commander Monica."
"yes!"
Monica tried her best to straighten her corroded body, which was bursting with chaotic sparks. She stood at attention on her subspace battlefield and responded with the most standard sentry military salute:
"Awaiting orders, Chief Murphy."
"You showed supreme courage and achieved brilliant results in the battle against subspace. You lived up to the resources and ingenuity that the Creator poured into you. You glorified your legion and your team. Your
The deeds will be eternally recorded on the wall of glory in the heart of the world, and countless Sentinel sisters will follow your example and run on the battlefield against subspace.
I will also remember you, and I will tell your story to every human hero recognized by me, so that your legend and achievements will be known to everyone.
This is what you deserve!"
Murphy said loudly:
"Now, your combat mission is over, please rest, Sentinel Hero Monica, disband!"
"Thank you for your recognition. Your Excellency, the administrator, the self-destruction program of the core module has been activated, and the explosive disintegration program has been activated. Please tell Mosna for me that I miss her every minute and every second in the subspace. Although this true emotion comes from
The gift of subspace, but I am not resisting it at this moment.
I understand sadness and learn joy. I have experienced despair but also have expectations. Those beautiful things support me against the ugly things.
I was finally able to understand the impact of my sister's overly vivid emotions and her feelings. I regret that I couldn't say goodbye to her in person, but I will eventually meet my sister again in the quantum waves of the sea of data.
May your journey be smooth sailing, Mr. Administrator.
