The Celestials are about to take action against Allen.

Chapter 446 The Celestials are about to take action against Allen.

The multiverse, and beyond the multiverse.

A group of celestial beings, each hundreds of feet tall, gathered together.

Ninety-nine new gods were born, a celebration belonging to the gods.

"A god is missing."

"Yes, he died in the human world."

"What a troublesome place."

"Do you know who the killer is?"

"It's locked."

The Celestial Analyst extends a palm, revealing a multiverse coordinate system.

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

"Time unknown"

The Celestial Time Traveler provides the answer: "The culprit is altering the future outcome of this universe. Only by opening a passage from within can a stable spatial gate be constructed from the outside, making it highly likely that a future timeline will be reached."

The Celestials transcend multiple dimensions and disregard all living beings to perform their specialized duties.

Even the mighty Celestials cannot break the rules.

Perhaps the rules of a single universe can be trampled upon by gods at will, but in higher realms there are still rules that bind them.

In short, rules are everywhere, and there are rules that exist beyond cognition, but people just cannot understand them.

Furthermore, the Celestials are themselves the embodiment of rules. Judging from their names, they are different professions, and these different professions are extensions of the rules.

"This multiverse should be the sphere of influence of Papetua."

For a moment, all the gods fell silent.

As beings of the origin level, even if the same events were to occur in multiple dimensions, they would remain high above and immortal.

Of course, the world is never short of lucky ones, like the pseudo-origin class that smuggled itself in during the last world event.

For example, planet devourers are life forms at this level.

Even a group as powerful as the Celestials does not wish to antagonize an Origin-level being.

Although having a trump card to ultimately win always comes at a great cost.

"Let's cooperate. We only need to severely punish the murderer, and we won't pry into anything else."

"It's worth a try. We absolutely cannot let the sinners who killed the Celestials go unpunished."

"..."

At this moment, Allen, who was in the Warhammer world, was completely unaware that he had caught the attention of the Celestials.

"Genesis Transformation!"

After all, it was Eren's first living being, so it naturally needed to have a powerful name.

Click click click…

With a shudder and a combination of abstract mechanical elements, a robot with a very dilapidated appearance was born.

"Following the highest will, work makes me happy, work makes me satisfied, beep beep beep... Boss, please give me a task, I feel uncomfortable if I don't work for a moment."

Looking at the incessantly beeping ox-horse robot, Allen smiled like a loving father.

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

"Thank you for your kindness, boss."

The tracks of the Genesis King Kong creaked as it continuously moved a bunch of abstract instruments.

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

At least even if the boss criticizes them wildly, he hasn't gone so far as to exploit them.

"Allen, your creation is truly remarkable."

Hela's eyes twitched; it was one thing for her to be abstract, but the things she created were even more abstract.

"Hehehe..."

Allen said with a sinister look, "I want to create a world where machines can get jobs, where everyone can be unemployed, but without jobs they can't earn money, and without money they can't afford health insurance, and without health insurance they can't afford medical treatment, and without medical treatment they'll be afraid of me. Then, I'll give them relief food every day, open up free internet cafes, and make all games free, until they sink into ruin and become useless. I'm so evil."

"..."

Hela looked embarrassed.

I really don't know whether to call him kind or malicious.

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

"I'm done talking, I need to create more slave androids."

Clang, clang...

With a hammer and a wrench, they miraculously created another idiotic machine resembling a black slave.

"Boss, please give me a job. I want to realize my own value."

Snapped!

Allen hastily crafted a steel whip and lashed it at the robot.

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"Get out of here, bricks!"

"Thank you to the great and kind boss."

Two slave-type robots are busy, doubling their efficiency.

"Shit container".

"Owner."

He summoned Wang Boen, tossed him the steel whip, and ordered, "If the black slaves slack off, whip them."

Wang Boen looked at the two constantly moving robots with a puzzled expression and asked doubtfully, "Master, we don't need them, do we?"

"The first generation of slave laborers had a flaw, so I deliberately set up a bug that required whipping them to death to activate it."

"..."

The eldest brother's mind is as unpredictable as ever.

One of the slave machines stopped working.

Snapped!

With a lash of the whip, the black slave immediately resumed his work, shouting, "Overseer, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been lazy. I will work diligently."

It is incredibly intelligent and user-friendly, providing an exceptional user experience.

"Have you misunderstood artificial intelligence?" Hela asked, bewildered.

"How could that be? I'm so smart, I can light it in no time, okay?"

Allen stroked his chin smugly and said, "Black slave laborers and mentally challenged production robots are perfectly reasonable."

"..."

Sure enough, it was a completely different story.

Hela covered her head, unable to bear the sight.

However, since they liked to make a fuss, I didn't get involved.

The captured Space Marines were already trembling with fear.

This guy is clearly oppressing the AI, which reminds me of the AI ​​rebellion during humanity's golden age, which resulted in the human empire losing control of its five hundred colonies.

If it weren't for emperors leading numerous warbands on great expeditions, humanity's territory might still be fragmented.

Of course, the technology of the Golden Age was simply as incredible as an ancient myth.

The Titan war machines placed in the Guardian Army were merely civilian machines responsible for security and land reclamation at that time.

The security force guards the Space Marines, while the Undead Legion collects materials from the corpses.

Allen never stopped building basic equipment.

A rugged, circular, extraordinary matrix was completed.

It has ten mechanical tentacles like a vacuum cleaner, which makes it easy to pick up materials.

boom!

A roar from the instrument.

Allen first summoned an undead skeleton and ordered it to stand in the center of the matrix.

The tentacles frantically absorbed materials, and the piles of corpses were inexhaustible.

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

However, this is the Warhammer world.

There are aliens and orc boys, which can provide endless material.

Moreover, many of the colonies are embroiled in war, which could perfectly satisfy Allen's madness.

This was the first time Hela had ever seen how the undead skeletons came to be.

This seemingly fragile skeleton is rapidly advancing in power, as can be seen with the naked eye.

First order, second order, third order...

Eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth...

Finally, it stopped at the fifteenth step.

"Well, it's a pity we couldn't get off to a good start."

Allen curled his lip in disdain at the unmutated undead skeleton.

It seems that ordinary skeletons have never undergone secondary mutations, except for bone dragons.

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

(End of this chapter)