"In terms of the Creator Engine’s status, the creative power it can grant you is truly astonishing."
"You promised this yourself!"
Mannis imdiately beca joyful, made a guarantee, then withdrew.
A few seconds later, in the nest within the Star Realm, the Crafty Serpent flicked its tail smugly, leaving the opposite Cui Tan stunned, as the Wanderer exclaid:
"What the hell is the Serpent Worship Sect? There’s no such thing in Cardman City! It’s just the delirium of so crazed vagrants who see you as their beacon of hope!"
"Shh, shh, shh, while you know there’s none, Murphy doesn’t know that. See, my collaborator considers his friend and is willing to make a promise for my future. Ah, it truly warms the heart of Lord Mannis."
The Endless One hissed as it spat out its forked tongue, continuing to use its tail to lift the third-generation-and-a-half Calculating Pearl, connecting it to the third-party app of Transia Tavern to start reading the enjoynt literature it had yet to finish. As it relished in the pleasure of reading, it said to Cui Tan:
"You still have a long way to go in the field of making friends, Old Turtle. Study hard, and by the way, quickly send your turtle offspring to Cardman City to deliver items, fattening up those fellows. By doing this, even if you perform no ritorious deeds, you’ll have labored hard. When I savor the creative energy of the R-9 base, I can rightfully claim a share of the reward for you."
"Mm, this could work! I’ll send people imdiately. Wow, Mannis, I must admit, you are truly a genius at living off others!"
While the Crafty Serpent and the sly turtle were busy working in the Star Realm, Murphy was also withdrawing from the R-9 base, preparing to return to Transia to guard the defense line. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to relay information about Monica to Lord Paryen, who was still at Brass Ruins resisting the opposition, using the Blood Crystal Stone.
Upon hearing Murphy’s description and his proposal for closing the subspace fracture, the Lord remained silent for a long ti.
It was not until Murphy initiated a query that Lord Paryen spoke in a solemn tone:
"Murphy, I must tell you, the Beta program was initially never effective on inanimate objects! Therefore, the sentinel’s amnesia isn’t an issue with the Beta program; she likely actively formatted those mory data.
As she ntioned, those data might have been contaminated by the subspace.
This also indicates that Monica herself doesn’t actually know what she did at the ti of Eden District’s destruction.
I believe in the sentinel’s absolute Loyalty to the creator, but you should keep an eye out.
The battle at Brass Ruins is nearing its end, where the dwarves have regrouped to set up defenses, and the Jackal army is bypassing here, entering Ligurian Peninsula.
The situation here is dire, so it can’t be delayed any longer.
Even though the preparations are insufficient, once the Golden Ones I’ve invited are in place, I’ll depart for Moss Valley, and the Deicide battle will be under my control. You must maintain the Transia defense line! You must hold till the end."
"Mm."
Murphy, along with Andre and Babro and Deputy Claire, stepped onto the Creator’s Teleportation Board, and he said to Lord Paryen:
"Well then, I wish you a triumphant victory, Lord. We’ll et again after the war!"
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"Currently, the research projects gathered at R-9 base encompass nine major categories including gene modification, cloning experints, organ enhancent, and bio-weapon design, with seventeen subcategories. The exact number of projects has reached an impressive 49, and these docunted projects have all achieved basic results.
According to the recent field evaluations by our researchers, a preliminary conclusion that can be drawn is that a part of R-9 base’s biological knowledge can be replicated and incorporated into reality, where various extractions and enhancents used in organ transplant surgeries can even be directly configured in our laboratories.
This has been confird by the foreign entomologist inadvertently included under our command. Based on her feedback, so basic science within R-9 base can effectively supplent our current dical system.
Certain advanced concepts can even be directly reused."
Loyal Brother didn’t log in today.
He was right now dressed in uniform, having tidied up his appearance specially, sitting in a cleaned office facing the screen to conduct a work report.
Loyal Brother made an effort to appear professional and serious since the video conference on the screen in front involved several heavyweight leaders, whom you often see on the news, indicating the significance of this video conference.
The leaders listened attentively, wearing masks, while Loyal Brother felt sowhat nervous. He glanced at the notes positioned in front of him, coughed, and began to summarize:
"In conclusion, our working group thinks we should dispatch professional personnel in the biological science field to Transia for field surveys at the R-9 base, in order to better uncover knowledge beneficial to our nation.
And the reasoning behind reaching this conclusion has a fairly embarrassing nature.
Because currently, the understanding of our advance personnel in scientific fields is inadequate to completely interpret so things present in that place, which seem almost like fantasy to us. For instance, we’ve found a damaged analytical device at R-9 base, and after receiving permission, we dismantled it.
But the components inside...
We’ve completely failed to understand, let alone further analyze.
This is the summary and report presently compiled by our advance team. Esteed leaders, my report is concluded."
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