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Chapter 1363 1361. The Gradual Change History of the Sentinel Corps

In fact, when Ms. Flinders said "guilt", Murphy vaguely guessed the answer.

But for Mosna, this was like a bolt from the blue, and she was hit hard both inside and out. After hearing from the lady of the Great Think Tank that she had executed the Sentinel sisters, Mosna went into a state of rage in an instant.

She grabbed Murphy's desk and rushed over, jamming Ms. Flinders's monitor and yelling:
"How could you do this? The Sentinels are a team! We keep no secrets from each other, and we are always absolutely loyal to each other! You bastard! How could you kill your sister with your own hands? You cold-blooded bastard!"

"That's enough, Mosna, I want to continue listening!"

Murphy stood up immediately when he saw the two mecha girls fighting. He shouted a few times but failed to calm the furious Mosna down. He could only raise his left hand to let the Eden program take effect.

"Forced calming procedure has been initiated!"

As the Eden Program's cold prompt sounded, Mosna, who was extremely angry and had even picked up her multi-functional repair wrench the previous second, immediately calmed down the next second.

The rage data in her thinking logic was modified and deleted, allowing her body to return to standby mode again. Then she turned back to apologize to Murphy with a wooden face and said:
"I'm sorry, sir. I lost my composure."

"Well. Can you put her head back first?"

Murphy said helplessly, and Mosna glanced at the monitor that had been unplugged in her hand.

She should have picked up a wrench and smashed the thing, but the hatred and disgust in the mimicry were still there, but there was no anger at all. She could only plug Flinders' big-butt monitor back into the funny headless mechanical body with an extremely disgusted attitude.

Apparently, Ms. Think Tank's new body has an efficient and practical "quick plug and unplug" function. After the monitor was put back in place, her image reappeared among the snowflakes on the monitor.

"Tell me about the part about executing your compatriots."

Murphy supported his chin with both hands, looked at Ms. Flinders, his eyes full of enthusiasm for eating melons, and asked casually:
"Let me ask one more question. Among those Sentinel heroes' names that represent honor and sacrifice and are still engraved on Mosna's logic core, how many of them are 'traitors' that you executed in private?"

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Mrs. Flinders was silent for a moment, then sighed and said:
"I am a little frightened by your sharpness, Lord Alpha.

The answer is that, from the list of Sentinel heroes recorded after 207 BC, a quarter of them are "potential traitors", and I can vividly remember the anger and madness of each of them before they died."

"what!!!"

Mosna really felt incredible this time.

But Murphy understands this, he explained:
"All those who are selected as Sentinel heroes are brave warriors who have led the charge in the fight against the shadows of the Warp. They are the ones who have the most contact with the Warp. Since the assimilation and erosion of the Warp is inevitable, they are definitely the ones who are most likely to have problems.

In fact, when Mosna told me about this Sentinel tradition, I had a similar guess.

Unfortunately, the worst assumption came true.

But you said these secret executions began in 207 BC?

In other words, when the Eden District was still there, nearly two hundred years after the Creator left, the Sentinel Corps had already suffered from incurable assimilation corruption?"

“Actually, it’s a little earlier than you think.”

The think tank explained:

"The Creator settled the interstellar refugees from the Eden Zone in this world and began to transform the world around 500 BC. The next hundred years were the Creator's 'Glorious Age' on earth. However, the Great Father did not stay for long and suddenly left.

Since around 400 BC, the Sentinel Legion no longer had the protection of the Creator and began to independently suppress the forces of Chaos.

In the beginning, the Warp that had been pacified by the Creator was far less dangerous than it is today, but unfortunately, without the Creator's suppression, those behemoths under the sea of ​​Warp quickly began to move.

The material world has no perception, but in the three hundred years from 400 BC to 100 BC, the battles fought by the Sentinel Legion against Chaos in the Warp were so brutal that mortals could not imagine. We lost one third of our sisters and nearly half of our Warp positions in that three hundred years of light and dark war.

Our flagship, the 'Omega', which was also my father's flagship when he was still alive, was caught up in the flames of war and eroded by the chaos of the warp, and eventually had to be blown up and abandoned by us.

At the end of three hundred years of brutal war, we successfully pushed the roaming warp shadows back to the depths of the Lightless Sea and established corresponding defense lines, announcing the end of the 'Lightless War'.

Many brave men emerged in such a brutal war, such as the legendary captain Ms. Lingke, who piloted the Omega to kill three Warp Shadows but ultimately chose to sink with the ship; and the legendary Primarch General Sebenian, who commanded the battle in the Battle of the Sunless Sea and ultimately died in the vanguard position.

However, there was also extreme humiliation in that brutal war.

The commander of the Third Legion, Captain Juliana, and her general guards were corrupted by the Warp Shadow Sin. Those fallen ones drove the patrol ship "Daughter of Purity" and hit the engine area of ​​​​the Omega at the most critical moment, which directly caused the Omega to be surrounded and unable to jump, and eventually led to the flagship being abandoned.

There are many similar examples.”

Ms. Flinders whispered:
"On the last day of the Sunless War, when I led the Librarian sisters in an extreme boarding and killed Juliana on her bridge, I knew that I would eventually end up with the guilt of killing my own blood relatives.

However, this torture lasted longer than I thought.
There was a time when my "Purification Protocol" operated extraordinarily efficiently. During that time, many sisters who did not commit any substantial mistakes but whose wills were simply loose were also killed by me... Ah, it was not until the Eden District was destroyed that I realized that perhaps when the Purification Protocol was not functioning normally, I had already been eroded by chaos.

After that, I fell into extreme self-blame and guilt.

Not only do I have the lives of traitors on my hands, but many innocent people are also implicated.

The precious resources left by my great father were wasted by my own hands. The wailing floating in the sea of ​​data is my eternal nightmare.

After that, I stayed at home and tried to resign from the Think Tank and hand it over to more trustworthy sisters and destroy myself. However, the Think Tank had been dealing with such problems for a long time, which led to more serious internal confusion than I thought. I had to kill those Think Tank sisters who had been following me. "

"you"

Mosna was obviously hearing these stories for the first time.

She was a Sentinel who was "born" after the "Battle of the Sunless Sea" and did not actually experience that tragic battle. She did not even have any memory data of that battle.
However, considering that the Big Think Tank admitted that they had carried out several "mind reset" operations on the entire Sentinel Corps, just by listening to the name, we can tell that it is most likely related to amnesia.

"You should feel lucky, Sister Mosna."

The Great Think Tank also specifically mentioned Mosna at the end of the description. She said to the maintenance sentry:

"The period when you were born and active was exactly the time when my Purification Protocol was not functioning properly. If it weren't for the Chaos Invasion in the year 0 of the Era that mobilized your team to support the Eden District, then you, an individual who was too 'active' in terms of thinking, emotions, and consciousness, would probably have been purged by me and my sisters in the Think Tank as a 'potentially infected body'."

"I should thank you for not killing me, right? You damn executioner! An accomplice of the Warp Shadow! You deserve to be thrown into the forge in the manufacturing workshop and burned by plasma flames for ten thousand years!"

Mosna cursed out loud, which showed how intensely the maintenance sentry's emotional module was operating at this moment.

"I think what you mean by 'kill' is not the same as the death that mortals understand."

Murphy, holding his chin, said:

"The resources of those sisters have been reused, right?" "Well, the assembly line in the assembly workshop on the Daughter of Plenty's foundry ship never stops. Each batch of sisters is born on the remains of their predecessors. They have inherited the glory of their ancestors since the moment they were endowed with the spark of organic nature."

Big Think Tank said:

"This is our tradition, and it is also a glorious attempt to implement the Creator's concept of 'making the best use of everything'. However, the increasingly serious assimilation erosion within the Sentinel Corps may also be inseparable from this tradition.

It is precisely because of the constant reuse of body materials assimilated by the subspace that the entire legion has become increasingly corrupted.

From this, I judge that at some point in the future, the Sentinel Corps will no longer be bound by the Creator's dogma.

My sisters will be forever separated from the sacred duties given to us by the Creator due to the interference of the will of Chaos. They will gain "freedom", but that also means that the Sentinel Corps, which was born as a tool, will lose the meaning of its existence.

This trend is irreversible.

And this is exactly the source of my greatest despair!

I see my sisters drifting away from the values ​​our great Father gave us every day, but I can do nothing about it.

I could only reset their wills again and again, trying to bring them back from heresy to orthodoxy, until the last reset of their wills hundreds of years ago completely failed, and I collapsed.

I know that the destruction of the Sentinel Corps is irreversible.

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We were already dead, but our bodies were still fighting. Perhaps I would have become a shameful deserter at that time, but the duty entrusted to me made it impossible for me to give up like that. I realized that when the Sentinel Corps could no longer be the last line of defense in the warp battlefield, someone had to stand up and continue to fulfill the Creator's mission on our behalf.

The Frontier Contract, which was launched a long time ago, was born for this reason. However, the fighting power and will of the new gods were really disappointing. It was impossible to rely on them to resist the invasion of Chaos, so the plan ended in vain.

I have no other choice but to place my last hope on civilized observation of the material world, however."

"We let you down."

Murphy continued:

"The progress of civilization in the material world over the past thousand years is so terrifying that even if I were to watch it, I would feel even more desperate. The entire material world has been filled with racial infighting and chaotic fighting over the past thousand years. The inferior desires of mortals have been crowned with tragic failures time and time again in the context of history.

Except for the ancient kingdom of Kalem, the Songhai Empire and the Aztecs, which still have a little hope, it is no problem to call other civilizations as stubborn stones in the mud.

Even the three civilizations that are relatively outstanding have their own chronic problems.

The Songhai people could not find their own position in the blind obedience of faith, the stubbornness and superstition of the Aztecs were an overall chronic disease, and the ancient kingdom of Kalem, which seemed to be the best, also had "origin problems".

They are not the blood brought into this world by the Creator, they are shaped in the greenhouse of life and are created by the sinful Constance.

The civilization of the material world is far from being able to replace the Sentinels. The echoes of the Secret Department over the past thousand years alone can cause unrest in the entire world. If you really want to place your last hope on them, it would be more cost-effective for you to lead the Sentinels into the Lightless Sea and fight the Chaos Shadows to fight another "Lightless War."

"Perfect review! I repeat, you are very perceptive."

Ms. Flinders sighed and said:
"It seemed that everything was irreversible. I went through all the possibilities of the future, and the calculations again and again told me that we had no chance of winning. In that situation, my will and fighting spirit were depressed by the blows day after day."

"It's commonly known as 'opening the swing'."

Murphy said quietly:

"The rest of the story follows the monk's description. You begin to frequently slack off by taking the opportunity to enter the Heart of the World to observe material civilization. You also begin to be interested in the details of mortal life, and eventually you fall into the monk's trap.

But I'm curious, were you really powerless at that time?"

"No, I just transferred all the computing power to execute another program at that time."

Ms Flinders explained:
"I remotely blocked the access rights to the Heart of the World, which means it is physically closed! I know what those guys want to do, and I will never let them succeed.

I'm sorry, Alpha. The crisis decision I made at that time has led to the embarrassing situation now. Even with your authority, you can no longer open the Heart of the World remotely. You can only rely on the most primitive way of contact to enter the Temple of Creation left by the great father.

And I must emphasize that you must go there in person, because there is the 'Pool of Truth' left for you by the Creator and an item closely related to the Alpha Project.

Your real body is there!"

"What do you mean? What do you mean by my true self?"

Murphy blinked and asked. The image on the monitor of the Great Think Tank stared at Murphy with a faint gaze. After a moment, she said:

"Are you still playing dumb? Sir, the administrator program in you!

That is the logic of a program that has been called remotely. Sir, your vampire body is only a carrier of the remote workbench. It is just a shell that can be discarded at any time. Your real existence is not here.

Perhaps it is because of the launch of the Alpha Project that you have completed the "escape" from the secret room in the Heart of the World according to the Creator's design, but if you want to become a true "Alpha", you must return to the Heart of the World with the glory of completing the Creator's trial.

When I learned of your existence, I realized that I, a fool, had misunderstood the Creator.

The great Father did not ruthlessly abandon this world and His most loyal daughters. He simply changed the way He protects us, and you are the Creator's 'final weapon'!
Finally, we found you."

"I only know that the Creator left me a fully assembled Star Destroyer Cannon. In many ways, that thing can be called the final decisive battle weapon."

Murphy complained:
"But I really didn't know that I had been playing a 100% realistic damn game like my little players. To be honest, I quite like this body. But I guess there are some things you haven't told me, such as why the Creator created the Sentinel Corps.
About your ultimate mission and value of existence."

"All Sentinels are loyal daughters of the Creator. Our existence is to fulfill the benevolent Creator's wish to protect the material world. This is our ultimate mission."

The big think tank first said something passionately, and then added in a mosquito-like voice:
"Of course, in some of the strange messages left by the Creator, there is another explanation for the birth of the Sentinels. That is a ridiculous legend. It is said that the Sentinel with the best, bravest, strongest and most perfect performance is qualified to become the Creator's 'bride'.
I must emphasize here that I have always thought this is nonsense!

But how to say it?

In the glorious days when I assisted the Supreme Creator as a laboratory assistant, there were moments when the Creator showed different aspects and He did have some effect on the organic sparks of thought.
Uh, a weird desire to explore."

"Hmm, so this is the real reason why He designed you to have such a seductive female appearance and installed too many emotional modules?"

Murphy stroked his chin and complained harshly:

"What a pervert!"

"I don't allow you to evaluate our supreme creator father in this way! Even if you are the honorable Alpha, you cannot do that."

"Shut up, you perverted think tank girl who wants to marry your own father! No wonder you are infected by Chaos Corruption, there is something wrong with you guys from the root."

(End of this chapter)