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Chapter 446 The Celestials are about to attack Allen

The multiverse, and beyond the multiverse.

Members of the God Group, each hundreds of feet tall, gathered together.

Another ninety-nine new gods were born, a celebration for the gods group.

"There is no god."

"Yes, he died in the world."

“What a troublesome place.”

"Do you know who the murderer is?"

“It’s locked.”

The Celestial Analyst stretched out a hand, revealing a multiverse coordinate.

However, the universe is like nothingness, and no entrance can be found.

"Time unknown state."

The God of Time and Space gave the answer: "The murderer is tampering with the future results of the universe. The channel can only be opened from the inside. A stable space gate cannot be built from the outside. It is very likely that he will descend to a future time node."

The Celestial Gods are above the multiverse and multidimensional worlds, looking down on all living things to carry out their professional work.

Even a group as powerful as the Gods cannot break the rules.

Perhaps the gods can trample on the rules of a single universe at will, but there are still rules that bind them in higher realms.

In short, rules are everywhere. There are still rules beyond cognition, but people cannot understand them.

Furthermore, the God Group itself is the embodiment of rules. Judging from the naming, they are different professions, and different professions are the extension of the rules.

"This multiverse should be Papetua's sphere of influence."

Suddenly, many gods fell silent.

Origin-level beings, even if the multi-dimensional realms repeat themselves, they will still be high and mighty and immortal.

Of course, there is never a shortage of lucky people in the world, including the pseudo-origin-level ones who sneaked in from the last re-enactment of the world.

For example, Galactus is a life form at this level.

Even a powerful group like the Gods does not want to become enemies with the Origin Class.

Although, winning with a trump card in the end requires a huge price to pay.

"You may as well cooperate. We only need to severely punish the murderer and not spy on anything else."

"It's worth a try. We must not let the criminals who killed the Celestials go."

"..."

At this moment, Alan was in the Warhammer world and had no idea that the Celestials were targeting him.

"Genesis King Kong transforms!"

After all, it is Allen's first living being, so it naturally needs to have a domineering name.

Click click click…

As the abstract machinery trembled and combined, a robot that looked very shabby was born.

"I obey the highest will. Work makes me happy and satisfied. Beep, beep, beep... Boss, please give me a task. If I don't work for a moment, I will feel uncomfortable."

Looking at the beeping cow-horse robot, Alan smiled like a father.

"Black slave type mentally retarded machine, assemble the extraordinary matrix immediately."

"Thank you for the gift, boss."

The tracks of the Genesis King Kong squeaked as it kept moving a bunch of abstract instruments.

The Space Security Brigade breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

At least no matter how crazy the boss is, he doesn't exploit them.

"Alan, your creation is really good."

The corners of Hela's eyes twitched. It was bad enough that the person was abstract, but the things he created were also so abstract.

"Hey hey hey..."

Allen said with a sinister look on his face, "I want to build a world where intelligent machines can get jobs, so that everyone can be without a job. Without a job, they can't make money. Without making money, they can't afford medical insurance. If they can't afford medical insurance, they can't afford medical treatment. If they can't afford medical treatment, they will be afraid of me. Then, I will give them relief food every day, open free Internet cafes, and all games are free. They will sink until they become useless. I am so evil."

"..."

Hela looked embarrassed.

I really don’t know whether to say he is kind or vicious.

Having food and entertainment without having to work is the ideal paradise for many people.

"No more chatting. I want to make more black slave robots."

Jingle bells clang...

With a hammer and a wrench, he miraculously created a slave-like mentally retarded machine. "Boss, please give me a job. I want to realize my own value."

Snapped!
Alan improvised a steel whip and whipped the robot.

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"Get rid of the bricks."

“Thanks to the great and kind boss.”

With two slave robots busy, efficiency is doubled.

"Shit jar."

"Owner."

Calling Wang Bowen, Allen threw the steel whip in his hand to him and ordered: "If the black slaves are lazy, whip them."

Wang Boen looked at the two robots with a puzzled look on his face and asked doubtfully, "Master, I don't think it will be useful."

"The first generation of slave workers had defects. I deliberately set up a system crash vulnerability that requires a steel whip to whip them to death to activate the system."

"..."

The boss's mind is as erratic as ever.

One of the slave machines has stopped working.

Snapped!
After being whipped, the slave immediately continued to work, shouting, "Master Overseer, I am wrong. I shouldn't be lazy. I will work hard."

It is very smart and user-friendly, and the experience is maximized.

“Did you misunderstand artificial intelligence?” Hela asked in a daze.

"How is that possible? I'm so smart, I can catch fire in one go."

Allen stroked his chin and said proudly: "Black slave workers and mentally retarded production robots, it's very reasonable."

"..."

Sure enough, it’s completely different.

Hela covered her head and couldn’t bear to look at the scene.

However, since they liked to make noise, I did not interfere.

The captured Space Marines were already shivering.

This guy is clearly oppressing the intelligent machines, which reminds me of the artificial intelligence rebellion in the golden age of mankind, which resulted in the human empire losing control of 500 colonies.

If it weren't for the Emperor leading many chapters in the Great Crusade, the borders of humanity might have remained fragmented today.

Of course, the technology of the Golden Age was as incredible as ancient myths.

The Titan war machines in the Guard were just civilian machines responsible for security and land reclamation at that time.

The Security Brigade guards the Space Marines, while the Undead Legion is responsible for collecting corpse materials.

Alan is busy making basic equipment.

A rough circular extraordinary matrix is ​​completed.

It has ten mechanical tentacles like vacuum cleaners, which can easily capture materials.

boom!
An instrument roared.

Alan first summoned an undead skeleton and ordered it to stand in the middle of the matrix.

The tentacles sucked in materials crazily, and the mountains of corpses were simply inexhaustible.

Of course, it seems that many undead skeletons cannot create many advanced limits.

However, this is the world of Warhammer.

There are aliens and orc boys, who can contribute endless materials.

Besides, many of the colonies are caught in war, which is enough to satisfy Allen's madness.

This was the first time Hela saw how the undead skeletons came about.

This skeleton, which seemed to be on the verge of collapse, was advancing rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

First level, second level, third level...

Eleventh level, twelfth level, thirteenth level...

Finally, it stopped at the fifteenth level.

"Well, it's a shame that we didn't get off to a good start."

Alan curled his lips in disdain at the undead skeletons that had not mutated.

It seems that ordinary skeletons have never undergone secondary mutation, only bone dragons have experienced it.

At the same time, at the Wall of Origin...

(End of this chapter)