Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Lin Fan, who was lying in the explosive area, felt the tremors. He used his fingers to open a gap so that his eyes could see outside.

According to Dorn, sandwiched between the two eight-pointed stars is an advanced AI called a technical body. Lin Fan was curious about what this technical body would do.

From a distance, he saw a huge hypercube tomb in the middle of the two eight-pointed stars. If he remembered correctly, that thing was a device specially used by the Necrontyr to imprison the Star God.

This place is really interesting. It seems that when it was first built, the academic community of advanced technicians of the Necrontyr also put a lot of effort into it. So there are also necrophobes among the finalists? So why do they do this?

The ascension ceremony is based on the scarlet harvest, which is just a way for the Star God to eat. Could it be that the academic community of advanced technicians is trying to take advantage of the desire of the finalists to ascend to the gods, so that they can voluntarily dedicate their souls to nourish the imprisoned people? Star God in prison? Just like what the Necrontyr once did, the entire race turned into soulless dregs after ascension.

What kind of god could that be? Night-Hoverer? trickster? Void dragon? Or something else?

Lin Fan thought as he got further and further away from the distant hypercube tomb, and the details of the eight-pointed star above his head became increasingly clear. He could see the bombing scene, and the towering and huge factories raised shields, but the core had known this for a long time, and the first things to come into contact with the shields were various physical weapons.

Nuclear bombs and kinetic energy rods fell on the shield in an instant, overloading the shield that withstood such a huge blow, and the energy weapons that followed also landed on important nodes in the factory area.

Towering explosions and flames were reflected in front of Lin Fan's eyes, and then more robots came from all directions, lifting the collapsed factory and repairing the steaming gap.

While the headquarters was transferring computing power, the core was also launching another round of attacks. Various robots tried to disperse to avoid possible fire counterattacks, but in such huge numbers, no matter how dispersed they were, they could not make Lin Fan ignore the metal storm rising in the distance.

They advanced, they attacked, and they unleashed as deadly a hail of bullets as possible. The robots belonging to the headquarters also fought head-on, resisting the core legions from entering the factory area.

But Lin Fan remembered that the core robot factories were all under the surface, so what would be the factories on the ground?

He finally hit the ground, stood up, shook himself, and saw the products in the surface factory area.

Groups of people were packed up one after another, and all extra limbs were cut off, leaving only the basic torso and head. The bodies were filled with various holes, and the mechanical arms were inserted into the holes to bind the silk-like nerves. Get up, twist and roll to stimulate the human body to the simplest of pains.

A human body had all its teeth removed, and the sophistication of the robotic arm caused soft dental nerves to stick out from his gums. These dental nerves were pulled by the robotic arms one by one, and then stirred up regularly.

"Although the work is not a waste...but it does make me feel a kind of industrial coldness..." Lin Fan's teeth ached at the sight, and then he used Khorne's blessing of war to find the location of the hard light printing equipment.

Being in a war zone, he was always hit by stray bullets, but Lin Fan always felt that the continuous blows on his body were like a massage, making it difficult for him to think that they were stray bullets.

Could it be that the core shot him deliberately?

Looking up, I found that the rain of bullets in the sky was almost connected to threads, and the explosions were woven into colorful cloth.

What a stray bullet...

After finding the correct location, Lin Fan only knew that the straight line between the two points was the shortest, so he used his head to clear the way.

++Unnumbered individual! You have destroyed company property! According to the letter of the law, you need to go to the nearest factory for service, and it is expected that the debt will be paid off in six million years. ++

The robot flew to Lin Fan's side and accurately calculated the damage caused by Lin Fan, but Lin Fan had no intention of listening to such things. He took out a sledgehammer and smashed these security robots that could suppress the Space Marines to pieces.

"Asset management headquarters, right? Your worker grandfather is here!"

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The Asset Management Headquarters received a lot of strange data. First, Ark, which had not changed much for tens of thousands of years, had more genetic assets, and then the external secondary attack he purchased with overdraft energy coins had no effect.

++Technical body, according to the legal provisions of assets, I have the right to raise objections to the services you provide. Why is the external secondary strike ineffective. ++

++Headquarters, external secondary strike did not produce any errors...++

++Technical body, the genetic asset carrying the wanted criminal's weapon is still active. I need compensation, at least a return of the energy coins I spent. ++

++Headquarters, in accordance with the rules and regulations of the High Technology Association, will not be responsible once it leaves the cabinet. ++

++Technical body, you are playing with fire. I am threatening you with a level three threat and will return the energy coins I have spent. ++

++The user you called is busy, please call again later. ++

The headquarters fell into silence for a second. For AIs like them with exaggerated computing power, one second is already a mortal life. He was angry about the technological monopoly of the technological body, and he had no better way to restrict the technological body.

He knew that the technical body would not deceive him, but the active genetic assets were indeed a little too abnormal.

Where is he now?

The headquarters controlled the surveillance unit and followed Lin Fan's back. Chasing all the way from the factory area to the energy array, he had used more powerful firepower, but that thing would only make a hole in the hard ground, and then get in and hide.

How did he carve out the ground?

The headquarters was very curious about this... Sensing that the asset management unit was requesting support, he also sent more equipment through the hard light to counter the core's all-out attack.

++Maybe today, I can be freed from this never-ending work, which is also a good thing. ++

++Maybe I can do something interesting...++

++Headquarters call technology body...++

++The user you called is busy, please call again later. ++

++Technical body, the headquarters hopes to obtain a loan. ++

++Headquarters, this is a technical body, what kind of loan do you need? Weapon support? Genetic property? Literary creation? We have it all. ++

The headquarters thought for a few microseconds and decided that he should think about himself before leaving his post. He had served the giant conglomerate for so long, and it was time to enjoy it.

++Technical body, requesting first-level foreign weapon support. ++

I fight for the emperor, I fight for the prosperity of the race, I fight for goodness, and I fight for the sake of fighting!