Allen's 9th Job Reached Max Level

Chapter 445 Allen's Ninth Job Reached Max Level

What is this?

The same question popped into the minds of both Space Marines and Chaos Demons at the same time.

An unknown world filled with the aura of death, exuding a chilling pressure, it is practically a forbidden zone where no living thing is allowed to set foot.

Aww…

A resounding dragon roar suddenly echoed throughout the entire subspace.

A terrifying dragon creature, as large as a mountain, tore open the dimensional gate with its claws.

The dragon's aura, naturally emanating from them, seemed to be suppressed by a natural superior, causing both sides to feel fear.

Allen shouted at the Chaos Ancestral Dragon, "Ancestral Dragon, some little brat is bullying me."

The Chaos Ancestral Dragon's eyes, which resembled twin suns, sharpened as it gazed at the Space Marines and Chaos Demons.

Oops!

It's almost over...

I saw the Chaos Ancestral Dragon descend upon this world, crossing different dimensions.

The Chaos Demon reacted first, with the Demon Prince sacrificing a half-mechanical, half-biological demon to freeze time in an attempt to create a time-freeze effect.

In an instant, a beam of white light descended from the sky.

The demon prince didn't care about the lives of his subordinates; all he wanted was to escape as quickly as possible.

However, a burst of dragon breath struck the white light space passage directly.

While the subspace network is indeed the home turf of the Chaos Demons, there is no home-field advantage in the face of absolute power.

"kill!"

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of undead skeletons poured out.

The terrifying aura emanating from him indicated formidable combat power; at least in the eyes of the Space Marines, it far exceeded their limits in terms of fighting ability.

The person who started it all seems quite ordinary.

"Allen, you've time-traveled again?"

Hela, who came through the dimensional gate, immediately spotted the main figure.

Only Allen frequently opened the portal to his own territory.

Besides, he's the only one who can command skeletons.

"Seaweed Mommy".

Allen smirked and said smugly, "I'm on my ninth time transmigrating now, and I only need one more time to reach perfection. Anyway, I'm incredibly strong. Aren't you proud of your big brother?"

"Aww..."

Hela gave a lukewarm response.

"Huh?"

Seeing his reaction, Allen raised his voice a few decibels, looking incredulous: "I tried so hard, and all you got was 'ooh'?"

"yes."

Hela glanced at it indifferently: "Or maybe we could..."

"..."

Allen suddenly clutched his chest, feigning heartbreak: "I hate my mother the most."

However, Hela rolled her eyes as if nothing had happened.

Tsk…

Seeing that the other woman wasn't cooperating with his act of a loving mother and son, Allen curled his lip in disdain and said, "Seaweed Sister, you've become a stranger to me. You're not even willing to act with me anymore."

Let's get down to business.

Hela straightened her posture and asked, "Are you planning to attack this world?"

hold head high!

Allen picked his nose and said bluntly, "This world is sick, very sick, and Dr. Allen needs to treat it."

It sounds so grand and dignified.

In reality, it means attacking this world.

If it weren't for the undead army's value, which Hela herself coveted, she wouldn't have bothered to inquire about it.

Currently, Hela reigns supreme in the Underworld.

With the undead legion serving as a deterrent, many death lords have come to join them, showing signs of becoming a first-rate power.

However, with the 21st-order Chaotic Ancestral Dragon in charge, other forces could only watch helplessly and dared not take any real action.

During their casual conversation, Allen's mechanic skill level increased rapidly.

The chaotic demons, like a tidal wave, are like mobile experience packs.

"Men, capture the Chaos Space Marine alive! If he resists, kill him!"

Allen had his own considerations.

Chaos Space Marines is a great brand name.

Sending undead skeletons out on errands is not treating them as villains.

"Hela, aren't you coming home?"

Allen looked at Hela, who refused to leave his side, and suddenly felt strange.

This isn't the underworld; staying here indefinitely will only cause its own power to decline.

"I'm going home now, and you'll never see me again," Hela said with a bitter smile.

"Who?!"

Allen frowned and pressed, "Who wants to harm Mommy?"

Hela frankly admitted, "I'm in great danger in the Underworld right now. Without your undead army to protect me, I probably won't survive past the next day."

That's true, otherwise Hela wouldn't be interested in staying in a strange world.

Because they are not in their own territory, they can only exert slightly more of Thor's fighting power at most.

Moreover, this is related to the fact that the worlds from which the power originates are different.

Hela's power was once anchored in Asgard.

Currently, it is bound to the territory of the underworld, and its deployment across dimensional realms has naturally weakened it significantly.

"That's alright then."

Allen gave an awkward smile and promised, "We'll expand the undead army again and station it in your territory."

Having figured out the reason, Allen took command of the undead army.

Hela whistled towards the dimensional gate, and the next moment, the giant wave Fenrir, with its tongue lolling out, poked its head out.

After all, Hela is the exclusive mount of the Goddess of Death, so naturally she has to stay by her side.

Within the territory, the native inhabitants of the underworld can be sacrificed, but Fenrir cannot be harmed.

"Stab him in the groin with a sword."

"Pound him to the ground, cut off any unnecessary organs, don't kill this Chaos Space Marine."

"Don't give the demons any face, just kill them. Don't cut them into pieces; I need them as material to summon the undead."

"..."

However, when Fenrir saw Allen commanding the battle with such confidence, he immediately became as frightened as a child weighing thousands of pounds, burying his head deep behind Hela and whimpering in fear.

"I won't let him bully you, don't be afraid," Hela comforted Fenrir by stroking his chin.

……

[Sufficient experience points, Mechanic class level 120]

[Note: If the requirements are met, you can return to the main universe at any time.]

……

Allen said listlessly, "Wow, I'm max level again without even realizing it."

Normally, one would have to go through some trials that weren't really hardships to reach the maximum level in one fell swoop, and then go on a wild spree before returning to the game. But now it's becoming more and more perfunctory.

In fact, there are too many Chaos Demons. Each one only gives a few hundred experience points, but when you count them in the millions, it's impossible to keep up.

The so-called elite space marines of the Empire, when faced with a fourteenth-tier skeleton mage, were instantly turned into immobile figurines by a weakening curse spell cast upon them.

As for the Chaos Space Marines, they were severely injured and placed under the care of an 18th-tier Sword God.

"Shit container".

At Allen's shout, the defector who had been hiding nearby hurriedly stepped forward and replied, "Master, what are your orders?"

Of course, this person is now doing it willingly.

Not only are they incredibly powerful, but they also command an army that can crush the Chaos Demons, making them a true beacon of hope for humanity.

Secretly comparing the Emperor and Allen to each other, he suddenly realized that the two were incomparable.

Even a false emperor can be beaten half-paralyzed by his son and is still constipated while sitting on a golden toilet; he is utterly incapable of leading humanity into the future.

Because of the Horus rebellion, the human empire is becoming increasingly extreme.

Most expeditionary chapters are ruthless and unscrupulous in their actions, treating Imperial citizens with the cruelty and bloodshed of an alien race.

Of course, the warbands that participated in the rebellion had different purposes, but they all condemned the cruel acts.

"I'm going to establish a space security brigade, and you'll be the captain," Allen casually decided.

"Thank you for your trust, Master."

Allen tilted his head and asked, "Shit Jar, what's your name?"

"Wang Boen".

"Holy crap, it's a Chinese name."

"Master, my entire nation is Wang Bourne von Hoyestin."

It's clearly a transliteration issue; Allen is overthinking it.

"Choose one and bring it up."

At this point, Allen began treating the Chaos Space Marines.

Having already experienced it once, the second time was much easier.

Moreover, the number of Chaos Space Marines is not very large.

It's only a little over a thousand.

The number of Space Marines was already small, and far too many died during the genetic modification process.

This resulted in each warband maintaining its original size in the thousands, which was further reduced by about half after the Horus Rebellion.

During the rebellion, the Space Marines who survived and joined the Chaos were folded in half, and after hundreds of years of war and sacrifice, they could only muster a force of a thousand, which only the Demon Prince under the command of the Four Little Merchants was qualified to control.

On the Empire's side, the genetic modification program was revised, reducing the number of surgeries by one-third, which greatly increased the survival rate. However, the Space Marines' strength was still far less than 60% of what it was before the rebellion.

If you lack combat power, make up for it with numbers.

It was the large-scale deployment of Space Marines that gave the Empire the resources to wage wars in the south and maintain its rule.

Unfortunately, the only way to truly reverse the decline is for the emperor to one day awaken from his golden throne.

One by one, the Chaos Space Marines returned to normal, and without exception, they chose to submit to Allen.

After two busy hours, Allen, finding it troublesome, simply arranged the items in a row and continuously cast divine light spells with both hands.

"I hereby declare the establishment of the Space Security Brigade."

Allen said enthusiastically, "Our slogan is to kick down the false emperor and seize the golden toilet."

"..."

I really can't say that.

The Space Marines looked silently at Allen, hoping he would say something constructive.

"Working as a space security guard, eating bear-shaped cookies, flirting with resident Xiao Dan, beating up mistresses and other women..."

As expected, Allen was not a qualified leader.

However, the Space Marines were immersed in the joy of being reborn.

"Let me go."

"You will all eventually become bones beneath the Blood God's throne."

"As the Demon Prince, I will never submit."

The demon prince, suppressed by the Chaos Ancestral Dragon, roared and interrupted Allen's speech.

Allen asked, looking completely bewildered, "Who is the Blood God?"

He only knew the four Chaos Merchants: Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Nurgle. How did a Blood God come to be?

Speaking of which, Allen has fought Blood God several times.

That's all Gotham City's business. With our current strength, we could take care of it with a single finger.

"Master, the Blood God is Khorne, representing hatred and war. He reveres violence and destruction, craves blood and slaughter, encourages his followers to wage war, and possesses the largest army of Chaos Demons," Wang Boen explained.

"No interest, I only look forward to Slaanesh."

Allen said cheekily, "I've heard that Slaanesh can transform into any shape he likes."

"..."

Master, please put away your unrealistic ideas.

The Demon Prince had no value; the Chaos Ancestral Dragon killed him with a single swipe of its claw.

The lair of the four Chaos Vendors is actually very easy to find; they are all hiding in the subspace and there is no rush to make a move.

Allen's main concern now is expanding the undead army.

To be honest, the Warhammer world has no shortage of corpses.

However, what Allen needed was exactly the corpse material.

"It's too slow to refine the bones of corpses one by one. I need to come up with a simpler method."

Bring up the job panel.

……

[Character]: Allen (9/10)

[Occupation]: Level 120 Mechanic

【Skill】

Mechanical Heart: Increases talent for mechanical creations by 300%.

Tiangong Wisdom lv0: It can quickly comprehend all knowledge in the field of physical science.

Mechanical Repair Level 0: Can understand and repair machines within the cognitive domain.

Mechanical Manufacturing lv0: You can manufacture mechanical objects as long as you have the blueprints.

Mechanical Creation lv0: Inspiration pops out unexpectedly, and you gain access to mechanical blueprints based on existing knowledge.

Intelligent Programming lv0: Through relevant learning, programming knowledge can be accumulated rapidly.

Intelligent Machine Realm lv0: Machines that combine intelligent AI, your own intelligent machine creations.

[World]: Warhammer 40

[Requirement]: Current profession must be at level 120 to be able to return to the original timeline.

……

The seemingly simple skill list actually contains immeasurable and terrifying power.

Given the right conditions, Allen could create an intelligent machine civilization.

The Cybertronian race, similar to Transformers, could easily surpass them.

To be clear, Allen is an alchemist, and when combined with a mechanic, they naturally become a magical mechanical civilization.

"There's some potential."

Allen had no choice but to surrender to the mothership that was stationary in subspace.

It's undoubtedly a ready-made material library; you can just dismantle it to farm skills.

"Unita, wake up! Pour a lot of knowledge into my head!"

"Yes, Commander."

It's worth mentioning that after resolving the crisis of the gods, the artificial intelligence Unity did not return to Fort Arkham, but instead remained in a simulated hospital gown.

Moreover, without the Mind Stone, Yunita is no longer as lively as before; she is essentially a soulless copy.

Of course, Allen kept it in mind and went back to find Magik to get the Mind Stone back so that Unity Sensen could be brought back.

The next moment, the liquid metal simulated a pair of glasses, recording all of humanity's existing scientific knowledge and projecting it into the iris.

For a time, Allen greedily absorbed the relevant knowledge.

The machinery is merely the outer shell; the essence remains the same despite all the variations. Intelligence is the key.

Of course, with Unita as a blueprint, there's no need to worry about programming knowledge.

"Knowledge has been injected into my stupid brain."

With preparations complete, Allen began dismantling the mothership, intending to create a bone alchemy expansion device that combined alchemy and mechanics, to facilitate the large-scale summoning of undead skeletons later on.

Demolish! Demolish! Demolish!

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the interstellar security personnel, Allen roughly dismantled the tool that could have carried them out of the subspace network.

Then, they created a series of strange and wonderful instruments in an incredible way.

The design is unbearable to look at, completely contrary to human aesthetics, and even different from the rugged style of the Warhammer world. It's just a bunch of parts haphazardly pieced together, and you can't guess what it's for.

The problem is that they're the boss, and all they can do is stand by and watch helplessly.

"Clang clang clang..."

"The Bone Transformation Amplifier Arrives!"

(End of this chapter)