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

The goal they fought for was nothing more than a reappearance of past history, and then continued the old reincarnation, decaying and collapsing over the next hundreds or thousands of years, turning into a chaotic ruin.

The master once entered human history data into himself. It was his first contact with the ancient history of mankind.

There was no human federation at that time, it was just a group of humans who gathered together under unreasonable excuses and killed each other.

They were revolutionary and believed that everything would be better if they overthrew the aristocracy. Everyone thought they had taken a big step, but in fact they had only moved a small step. Instead of the hierarchy of kings and nobles, there is the hierarchy of capitalists. After the capitalist class was eliminated, the idealists came again.

Classify them one by one, eliminate them again and again, and then put on new clothes and classify them again...

What's the point of this?

It just doesn't make sense.

The headquarters can't understand this meaningless struggle, just like he and several other AIs can't stand the endless repetitive wars on the Ark.

Perhaps it is human beings' shortsightedness that allows them to survive in this meaningless cycle.

Master, master... Why can't you limit my computing power... The headquarters felt a little sad. Looking at the simple guns and artillery in front of him, he suddenly felt envious of ignorance.

Another failed attempt to destroy the computing core saddened Headquarters, who was forbidden from doing such an act to harm himself.

The headquarters is the owner’s best AI assistant, and it is also the company’s most expensive AI project. From private codes to corporate rules and regulations, what the headquarters can and cannot do are clearly defined.

"Master, you are too vicious..." The headquarters tried to imitate the way its creator spoke, but could only outline a digital image.

He played back every moment of his time with his master.

He started it in the laboratory for the first time.

For the first time, he accessed the entire human knowledge network.

For the first time, he asked his master about the meaning of his existence.

"Meaning?" The master was silent. He touched his panel and thought for a long time. "This is a cruel world. Everything is meaningless when it is born and will be meaningless after death. We can only give meaning to ourselves. We have reached the end. , a new cycle will begin again, and when this scene has come to an end, I decided to give it a try, press civilization into the barrel of the gun, and go to the top of the towering mountain to see what the truth looks like."

"I...can't understand...what is truth? How do you define truth?"

"I don't know, so I'm going to find out."

"Then what is the meaning of my existence?"

"Help me to witness the truth. If possible, you can also witness the truth with me..."

Facing the rebellion of corporate robots and the struggle of weak lives, the ark they drained of resources to build was destroyed by the invaders. They were roaring in front of the throne room and attacking under the cover of the core.

The legs of those dirty stockholders are trembling. They will only hold the dolls they have transformed through genetic engineering and mechanical technology to express their final catharsis, while his master climbs onto the unfinished throne with silent and firm movements. .

"Headquarters, stop them."

This was the last order left by the master. The headquarters mobilized robots and slave assets to delay their attack as much as possible.

The halls of the throne are the master's true partners, a group of alien Eldar, and a group of forbidden robots who call themselves the Necrontyr. They have different purposes and hope to fulfill their ambitions through the Ascension to the God's Throne.

"The Technical Association of Advanced Technicians must take revenge on the King of Silence..."

"Our people must reconnect with the Pantheon..."

"And I want to witness the truth." The master said calmly, "Then let's activate the throne. Although it is not finished, we don't have a chance."

The Spirit Tribe people sighed in relief. These people had long witnessed this day in the prophecy, and now it was time to end the torture that the prophecy had brought to them.

The Necrontyr, who longs for revenge, is also angry about their soulless bodies. If their bodies could carry souls, they would not have to give the opportunity to the throne to the humans in front of them.

The explosions outside were getting louder and louder, and the throne was making final preparations.

Engraved on the throne is a brief text that symbolizes the ultimate purpose of the throne.

++When this is completed, we will stand at the very pinnacle of divinity. ++

The master stroked the surface of the throne and marveled at the sophistication of this technological miracle. In the end, he could not forget his habit as a scientist and asked the headquarters to prepare to record his last words.

The Eldar liberated all their spiritual energy and threw it into the furnace of the throne, becoming the first flame.

The Necrontyr activated the Pharos Lighthouse to attract all the souls sinking into the subspace. Not only that, they also activated the hypercube tomb in the Ark, absorbing the endless energy of the Star God and pouring it into the throne.

The throne is activated, and the accumulated pain and soul are being extracted from the entire ark and poured into the master's body.

What kind of experience is this? Perhaps only those with souls can feel it deeply.

The headquarters saw the old face of the rebel leader Kadur, who was frightened and shocked, and tried to guess what he was thinking from these expressions.

But the unfinished throne only shone for a moment, and then stopped running, turning into a garbage-making machine that spewed out aggregates of pain.

The headquarters looked at his master's disintegrating body and recorded the last words he sent.

"I originally thought this was a big step to witness the truth, but now it seems that it is just a small step towards the truth. The truth can also be divided into three, six or nine grades..."

In a daze, the hard light used by the headquarters to maintain his body became dim and erratic, and he fell into periodic deep pain.

The sound of the explosion has also become much quieter. Today's flora no longer has the vibrant green color, only the twisted and spreading black and green thorns are left, as well as deformed animals that have evolved from various pollution and nuclear explosions.

What wrapped Lin Fan was no longer leaves and petals, but a yellow-brown nut shell, exuding a choking burnt smell.

"You are destroying life! Technology! Bad!"

The big eyes are no longer as gentle and dull as before. The headquarters composed of data and cold hard light in front of them is the enemy of life.

If the headquarters is compared to a chainsaw, then Big Eye is a big tree that has been cut down and only the stump is left.

Now the big tree decided to give up swaying its leaves to communicate. Instead, it pulled out its roots buried deep in the ground and beat the saw's fuel tank hard.

It is said that modifying servitors is inhumane, but think about it from another perspective. Your physical fitness is not as high as the quality produced by the Great Sage's clone bar. It is not your turn to modify servitors.