My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2552 - 851: Sentinel Ts-006 Salutes You, Lord Administrator_3

Murphy knocked on the table and said:

"But we must see results!

Even the most beautiful blueprint is no match for success right in front of us. Maybe you can allocate some personnel to ’downgrade’ your current achievements; we can’t afford to transplant the Fiery Giant Lizard’s eyes and He’s Tooth Beast’s ears to regular soldiers, it’s too extravagant.

My point is, the costless prototype can never be compared to large-scale mass production. We need the creator’s Death Angels, but we also need a ’Salvation Army’ of vast numbers, just like generals and soldiers, like heroes and assistants.

To pursue victory, neither can be absent."

"I understand. I’ll put forth a plan soon, sir."

Flynn excitedly rubbed his hands.

He initially thought the power he gained in the Twilight Organization was satisfying enough, but it turned out he was clueless about true generosity.

Why else could Sir Murphy become the creator’s eternal chosen one?

This kind of vision and far-reaching planning is not accessible to ordinary people!

While others were still criticizing his research as "monster engineering," Sir Murphy had already seen this precious knowledge through the lens of saving the world and resisting subspace. There’s no doubt that Sir Murphy saw the value of his research!

Only following such a wise and decisive leader can his research truly flourish!

Yes, only such a person is worth following; the Circle Tower doesn’t even deserve to carry Sir Murphy’s shoes!

Old Flynn left with excitement, and only then Lena spoke:

"I don’t know what you intend to do, but I must remind you, Master, such transformations are not bearable by ordinary people. I’ve felt discomfort with my body as a Golden One; regular people would die instantly.

Mastering power requires potential and talent.

Though it’s harsh to say, the path to power is indeed unfriendly to mediocrities."

"I was just giving Old Flynn some encouragement, not placing too much faith on it. If he comes up with a decent plan, I’ll be happier; but even if he fails, I won’t be too disappointed."

Murphy said:

"Adapt to your eyes quickly, and then go find Shani to execute missions. After Lord Paryen issues the call, you will follow him to Moss Valley."

"I’m not afraid of battle, just..."

Lena clenched her teeth, memories of disgrace surged in her mind. She said:

"I will achieve victory! Not only for your will, but for my life which was cruelly shattered."

"Yes, remember to write a report on the use of the Fiery Giant Lizard’s eyes."

Murphy stood up, instructing Lena:

"I plan to complete similar enhancements for Maxim too. I can’t just let my Monster General go into battle unprepared."

As he was leaving, Lena suddenly asked:

"The talk about the creator’s Death Angels... were you serious? Do you really intend to carry the banner against subspace as a mere mortal?"

"I don’t want to, Lena, but others seem unwilling, so I must give it a try."

Murphy shrugged, bidding farewell to his offspring, then left the laboratory to check the control room. He found a familiar figure at the door, surrounded by guards she had knocked out.

"You’re awake?"

The Vampire Lord raised a brow, looking at the Sentinel mechanic Monica, still wearing that torn protective suit, and the peculiar wrench in her hand, which she used to knock out the Vampire Guards.

No wonder she’s a Sentinel!

No wonder the creator left this world the "final solution"; even a non-combat mechanic could so easily defeat elite vampires. How powerful must those dedicated combat models be?

He asked:

"How’s your self-diagnosis? Remember anything?"

"No, the database was erased by a strange force but not maliciously. The residual data signals suggest the memory data may have been subspace-contaminated, a protective destruction event."

The Sentinel tapped her head, slightly annoyed, speaking to Murphy:

"I’ve forgotten many important things, even the headquarters location and contacts of the Sentinel Corps. I only remember my entry sequence is Ts-006. After receiving the distress signal from Eden District, my siblings and I came here to suppress the destructive progress of the subspace fracture and used Genesis Energy from R-9 base and that strange Beta program to finish the suppression.

After that, my memory had a break.

But that’s not the most important thing now, Lord Administrator. I’ve confirmed your authority; per Sentinel protocol, in the absence of direct superior commands, I’ll temporarily be under your command, contributing my power to defend the creator’s cause.

And logically, my judgment deems the most critical mission now is assisting you to reinforce suppression devices for the subspace fracture beneath R-9 base by importing Genesis Energy from other creative lands."

"I have a better idea."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Rather than patchwork, why don’t we close it altogether?"

"Is that...is that even possible?"

The Sentinel was startled and then questioned:

"According to the residual data in my database, the Sentinel Corps’ approach to subspace fractures is primarily suppression. Once it appears, it indicates a breakdown between dimension systems. The difficulty of repair is enormous, nearly impossible unless the creator miraculously returns to this world at the next moment."

"I can close it, but I need help."

Murphy shrugged, beckoning the "voluntary" Amnesiac Sentinel, and said:

"Follow me; we can discuss it on the way. Also, your name is ’Monica’; there’s a line of text on your wrench..."

"I’m not called Monica, Lord Administrator."

The Amnesiac Sentinel raised her left hand, seriously explaining:

"Because this isn’t my wrench, mine was damaged and left in my tool kit. This thing should belong to one of my colleagues.

I’m sorry, most of my emotional circuit components were erased, so it’s really hard to vividly describe to you the changes in my emotional circuitry... I...should I feel sad?

But it doesn’t matter!

If you can truly close the fracture, I will exhaust my capability to assist you.

After all, that’s the very mission for which we were born!"