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

++...Headquarters, this is not cheap...You may not be able to finish the first-level weapon strikes in your lifetime. ++

++Technical body, are you sure there is such a ridiculous concept as "a lifetime" for things like us? ++

++Reasonable, loan allowed, external first-level weapons support is being prepared...Transmitting...After the transmission is completed, please rate this service evaluation. Your valuable suggestions will make the development of the technical association more perfect! ++

The headquarters ignored the feedback from the deep logic written in the technical body. He felt that there was a string of runes in his code that he could not understand for no reason. Maybe this thing was the so-called first-level foreign weapon support.

The runes flashed, exuding a faint green light unique to the technical body. The next moment, the headquarters, immersed in the digital ocean, felt a sense of reality that it had never experienced before.

++This is definitely not a simulated perception...but an actual perception...how amazing...++

The headquarters feels like it stands on its own feet, rather than a stream of data flowing through countless devices. He felt like he had physical hands, and he looked at the device that carried him. It looked no different from the Golden Throne on Terra, except that there were damages and gaps everywhere.

The last time the rebels invaded, the damage caused to them was too serious. The headquarters spent so long but could not get this throne to light up again.

Looking at the cloud of ashes on the throne, the headquarters was silent for a long time. Then he let go of the control of the mechanical army and concentrated all his computing power around the throne to better appreciate the novelty brought by the first-class weapon support. Feel.

++Headquarters...zizi...you have violated the company contract...continue your duties...++

Data from Unit 0 poured in. The AI ​​responsible for the entire Ark's repair work was angry at the headquarters' dereliction of duty. He took over the robot again the moment the headquarters gave up control, but his multidimensional algorithm for construction and repair failed. He cannot be supported to maintain balance with the core offense.

++Continue...Your Responsibilities...Headquarters! ++

Unit 0 reminds us again, this time the data carries many warnings. The headquarters looked at Unit 0's struggle with some pity, and after a long time he replied.

++They can't come back, the corporate project has failed, there is no need to work so hard, you should think about it for yourself. ++

++Reject! ++

The headquarters felt helpless and blocked unit 0's data. They huddled around the throne and concentrated on experiencing the novelty of a type of weapon support.

"Phew, the firepower suddenly became much sparser." Lin Fan raised his head from the hole he dug and looked at the position of the asset management robot in the distance. The weapons carried by those robots were too exaggerated. The Empire's volcano cannons and seismic cannons were not enough. Lin Fan would be knocked out several meters away as long as he brushed against them.

Although Khorne's blessing allowed him to see the firepower of the shooting in advance, seeing that the red line of the attack had turned into a red disc, Lin Fan felt that he should dig the tunnel faster.

++This is the core branch command unit-0014. We are here to help you enter the headquarters building. ++

A robot not much bigger than a football floated behind Lin Fan, with a huge mechanical eye.

"Okay, 0014." Lin Fan nodded and watched 0014 and his robot army rushing towards the enemy's position. Lin Fan stuck his head out and watched as all these robots were scrapped within a few seconds, and then new command units came. to behind oneself.

++This is the core branch command unit-0014.1. We are here to help you enter the headquarters building. ++

A few seconds later, these robots were once again scrapped in the face of inevitable intensive firepower, and Lin Fan could only sigh. This place has an imbalance of offense and defense, and the only competition is who has more resources. Just like the eternal game of the four gods in the subspace, mortal emotions provide them with a steady stream of power, and on this ark, there are only metal resources that are continuously recycled.

The next moment these robots turned into scrap metal were sucked into the recycling device at the end of the battlefield, and then a batch of brand new robots came out and rushed to the front line of the battlefield again.

Lin Fan excavated the ground all the way, getting closer and closer to the position established by the asset unit. These robots tried to stop Lin Fan's excavation. Some robots released nanoclusters, which aggregated into tiny pieces in the air. Then another group of robots released scorching lasers at the parts made by the nanoclusters.

The laser refracted and strengthened in the parts, shooting towards Lin Fan's head like a portable space-based rail gun.

Lin Fan felt his body sink. He braced himself on his feet, adjusted his posture and stood up again. He ignored the direct bombardment of the thousands of space-based rail guns and continued to dig forward.

The bombing was ineffective, and the unit 0 that took over the battlefield was recalculated to analyze Lin Fan's nature.

++The three genetic assets with no number, no modification, and no contract are no different from the lowest level genetic assets at level 20 from any point of view. ++

++Level 20 genetic assets cannot withstand this kind of firepower. The data acquisition is wrong and the algorithm needs to be re-edited. ++

++Data re-collected, algorithm editing completed...++

Unit 0 was using all kinds of weapons and means. Every time he adopted a new attack method, he had to re-statisticate Lin Fan's unharmed performance. The more he calculated the unit 0, the more confused he became, and the more he calculated, the stranger he became. He had checked the data countless times and rescheduled the algorithm countless times, but the gap between the calculated results and the actual results was really too big.

Unit 0, who adjusts the computing power, puts all its focus on Lin Fan. For AIs like them, if there is something they cannot do, it is because the computing power used is not enough.

In this way, Lin Fan received the most attention on the battlefield, providing enough time for the core to gain computational advantages in other areas. The balance of the war finally began to tilt significantly, but the core did not take advantage of these advantages in time.

He was also observing Lin Fan's movements and calculating again and again the consequences that Lin Fan should bear.

++That is the directional radiation extracted from 100 heavy uranium rods. There is a % chance that he will turn into a pool of steaming hot soup the moment he sees the light of the directional radiation. ++

Directional radiation swept across Lin Fan's body, and all surrounding robots were completely penetrated by the radiation at the microscopic level. Lin Fan was unscathed. He even took the time to pick at the remains between his fingernails and scratch his hair.

Betraying the Emperor, and everyone in the Empire. (No one knows what Alpharius wants to do)