Murphy couldn't be sure whether the Sentinel Legion would obey his orders. After all, with his current authority as an Apprentice Creator, he couldn't force the Sentinel sisters to do anything they didn't want to do. But the way the First Centurion had softened in her final moments made it clear that, after a thousand years of fighting Chaos in the Warp, a tiny crack had appeared within the Sentinel ranks.
Poor Lady Flinders's change was no isolated case.
But this wasn't the time to dwell on these questions. After completing their initial communications with Sentinel headquarters, less than seven minutes remained before the Frontier Pact ended. Even an idiot could guess how chaotic things must be in the Warp Gods' divine realms right now.
Going by the arrangements Old Su had made when he formatted his divine realm, it wasn't hard to guess that the new gods would most likely send their servants to the Astral Plane before breaking out, leaving only their strongest guards at their sides to keep Chaos from ganking them the moment they stepped outside.
So Murphy immediately contacted the Snake and laid out the situation, telling the demigods to get their asses back to the Astral Plane and play tour guides for a while.
But even the well-traveled Snake was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Its voice shrilled through Murphy's mind, sounding as if its tail had tied itself into a knot:
"Come on, bro! Weren't we supposed to call it a day after killing Dagon? How did that lead to this whole string of explosive events? What do you mean the gods are descending upon the Astral Plane? Give me a break! Look at the state the Astral Plane's in right now. If those legendary titans really return and ascend to