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Back then, Murphy had harshly described the people of Sanghai as a pitiful lot hopelessly lost in superstitious faith in the Creator. Later, that label had been pinned on the Aztecs. But only today had Murphy and his companions realized that the ones truly immersed in the Creator's glory, unwilling to stray even an inch, were the Sentinel Legion.

This faction, made up entirely of mechanical sisters, had collected a whole set of negative buffs: "fanaticism," "blind faith," "stubbornness," "dogmatism," and even the dangerous "fascist tendencies." It was easily the worst organizational structure Murphy had ever seen. It was a wonder they'd managed to fight Chaos vanguards in the Warp for over a thousand years in that state.

Then again, without the boost from their fanatical faith in the Creator, the Sentinel Legion probably couldn't have held out in that hellish place in the Warp until now, much less beaten the Chaos shadows trying to break into the Astral Realm and the material world black and blue.

For the sake of war, they had to change themselves. And to wage war indefinitely, they had to mold themselves into this shape.

At least, that was what they believed.

Well, this was what happened when you left your children alone from the time they were little and let them grow up wild. In that respect, the Creator really was an irresponsible parent who ought to be sent to a nursery to take a few lessons.

But judging by Murphy's understanding of that guy, He'd probably just get worked up out of nowhere, scold His steel daughters, then feel proud and content that they'd kept fighting for over a thousand years.

Putting aside the Creator's various quirks, He was actually a pretty kind-hearted guy.

Whether it was the ancestors of the Sanghai people,