My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2983 -993: Iron Man Rebellion · Fantasy Version 3

The subspace is certainly eyeing this side hungrily.

What I’m most afraid of right now is that your vampires’ sins will replay in the life greenhouse. If this time it causes a direct invasion of subspace shadows, I’m afraid even the Sentinel Corps won’t be able to save the world a second time.”

“Can’t completely stop them, at least we can delay the progress of this crazy project.”

Murphy seems to have made up his mind about something.

He said:

“I have an idea that might cause them some trouble. I’m now heading to the underground Creation Land, be ready to support me at any time.”

With that, he switched his communication over to Triss and said to the Crimson Witch:

“I’m going underground for some business, leaving this side to you, dear. Keep an eye on Bertie and Penny for me, these two are quite useful.

By the way, inform Master Minks to head to the computational database at Charldo Harbor and meet up with Old Flywheel. It’s time for the two brothers to solve the ‘Iron Man Rebellion’ caused by their mentor.”

“Alright, you go ahead, I’m watching here.”

Triss immediately responded:

“You better not do anything dangerous, Murphy. Since our vampire faith was established, your identity is pretty much equivalent to ‘the descent of the Saint Heir,’ an entire tribe awaits your guidance.”

“Don’t give me such pressure, Triss.”

Murphy complained:

“The pressure is really enough for me now, look at all the mess happening tonight, I truly regret leaving my warm little nest in Transylvania to come here and suffer.

Remember to have Milian quickly organize the documents. Once today’s incident is over, the news of the new expansion should be released. From a Dog Planner’s perspective, tonight’s happenings truly serve as a perfect setup for the next version.”

“At such a time, still thinking about your lousy development team!”

Triss scolded:

“Quickly go do your work, and come back to me complete! Huh? It seems I see a fleet approaching on the sea… it’s the Elf Kingdom’s battle flag! Great! That scumbag Babro really has a way, he used his flagship as bait to bring the Armastasha Fleet over.

With those elite Sea Elves’ support, we need not worry about the chaos in Charldo Harbor spilling over.”

“Ah, finally something good after a ton of bad events this evening.”

Murphy grunted with a straight face and maneuvered the Power Armor quickly towards the outer district, plowing his way through as he casually took out three Filthy Hyena-Wolfman Overlords, then leapt down the shaft.

He quickly returned to the underground Creation Land, where some Mechanical Cultists were stealthily preparing to take some “good stuff” back. As the War Marshal Power Armor strode into the entrance of Creation Land, he happened to see three Half-body Men commanding a group of humans to dismantle and transport an external database component.

They appeared just like a bunch of sneak thieves stealing treasures from the Star Realm Army.

When those thieves saw the War Marshal Power Armor blocking their way, everyone stared blankly and lifted their hands, instinctively expressing their humility towards the creator’s supreme power in this way.

“Put the stuff down! Get out and kneel outside for some serious introspection, I’m giving you only three seconds!”

Murphy slammed a heavy fist against the alloy wall nearby, the terrifying fist mark made the Mechanical Cultists shrink their necks, then silently rushed out and obediently knelt by the door outside.

They wanted to run…

But didn’t have the guts!

Is it really necessary to deploy the Power Armor just because they’re stealing some junk from the Sacred Creation Land!? You Transia People are crazy!

“I’ve reached the control room, this console is barely usable.”

Murphy pushed up the console that had been blown away during previous fights in the chaotic control room to restart it, and as the latter booted up its system check, he said to Mosna:

“What should I do next?”

“Simple, use your access to force the main AI computational unit into security mode, then complete a remote connection, crudely locking down the response code’s protection algorithm. Or be more direct, input wrong passwords seven times to activate the self-destruct sequence!”

Mosna reminded:

“Everything personally made by the creator has a secret backdoor; it’s His habit, known only to us sentinels.

Now what you need to do is find this backdoor.

I’m getting the feeling more and more that those hidden backdoors left by the creator are likely prepared for you, only your high-level access can utilize them without hindrance.”

“Since He left a backdoor, it proves He anticipated these things might fall into the wrong hands. If He anticipated this, why not implement more effective protection instead of leaving this mess for me?”

Murphy complained:

“Mosna, really, I’m not intentionally speaking badly of the creator before you, but I feel that guy did it on purpose! In His words, it’s to add a bit of ‘player experience’ to my life.

Enough is enough!

I’m tired of this mode where I need to prove myself worthy of something before using them. Besides, for handling this response code, I do have a better idea.”

He unfolded his helmet.

He looked at the broken and flickering optical projection in front of him as if impaired by signal, with the screen showing the remote connection completed, waiting for his next operation.

“I don’t plan to simply destroy it.”

He said:

“I want to solve these problems once and for all, just like my recent thoughts on twilight, I believe I’ve found their weakness…”

“So, what are you planning to do?”

“Haha, let them also experience the depression I feel facing various trials left behind by the creator. I think if they plan to continue flaunting the creator’s power, they need to prove themselves worthy of using those devices too…

I want to format these things!

All of the creator’s relics!”