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

"Welcome!" A female voice with an electronic feel came from under the robot, "Although you do not have any invitation letters or work performance points, the company also has a way of treating tourist assets like you."

"I have a bad feeling...they are going to attack!"

Trazin was torn. He wanted to see the original body fighting the company maid, but he couldn't bear to see the things in front of him being smashed to pieces.

After thinking carefully for a while, Trazin thought it would be better to collect the things first. As for recreating the scene, he could just leave it to his tomb technicians and let them work overtime.

"I can't even think of anything now." Trazin stood between the original body and the maid robot, and took out a stasis device used to capture the collection.

But before he could activate it, the maids all stepped aside, and a maid robot that was completely indistinguishable from the living metal material of Trazin appeared.

Perhaps in order to distinguish the Necrontyr maids from human maids, this maid is marked with runes from the Necrontyr culture and accessories made of black stone.

"Those who are not at the top of the company are stealing the maids and running them!"

"what?"

Trazin didn't even react before he was bound by the data released by the Necrontyr maid, and he now looked like a retard with his hands raised.

"These... aliens seem to be a little surprised." Dorn's comment made Trazin even more embarrassed. He tried to communicate with Orikan, but found that he was unable to do so under the data blockade.

"Damn it! Damn it! If I could learn more about conceptual data theory, instead of being busy as a guide for the collection of recordings, or helping the human librarian sort out the erroneous history...oh...I should learn more Some theoretical knowledge..."

Trazyn complained that he did not have a tomb technician accompanying him, and Orikan expressed some doubts about Trazyn's behavior.

"Is he trying to make ends meet? Or is he in some kind of trouble?"

Orikan was not sure about this. In his eyes, Trazin had never been a serious guy with the aristocratic demeanor of a Necrontyr.

This is why in private, the nobles of the dynasty always refer to Trazin as a thief.

Trazin felt unprecedented embarrassment in the eyes of everyone, and finally his cleverness saved him.

Although Orikan always looked down on Trazin's intellectual stupidity, he must also admit that Trazin's mind turned quickly.

Breaking through the data blockade, Trazin told Orikan the distress message.

The astrologer first gloated, replied with a mocking smile, and then warmed up his time-controlling equipment under Trazin's expectant gaze.

The Primarchs noticed Orikan raising his scepter, and they also wanted to see what the two Necrontyr were going to do.

However, the Advanced Technology Association was also prepared to counterattack the power of time and space, and the maid turned her head towards Orikan.

A sense of crisis is creeping into Orikan's data, preventing him from using time and space magic.

This feeling is too familiar... It's like he and Trazin had a fight over some trivial matter, and finally let the dynastic court deal with the conflict between the two of them.

Trazin waited for the dynasty to be destroyed in the stellar explosion, and then took the opportunity to make a fortune, and he was the one who used this to accuse him.

"How did you know that Trazin would do such a thing?" The person in charge of the execution was sharpening his knife, but he did not forget to ask this question.

"I predicted it three hundred years ago..."

"Oh? That's it, you go and lie down, it will save you trouble if I chop off two heads with one knife."

Although Orican later relied on time spells to avoid this bad answer, in the five scenes he went back in time, Trazin could always find evidence that Orican was guilty of the same crime.

Later, Orican was convicted of a bigger crime because the court found out that Orican had used time spells to influence the verdict...

Now the maid stared at him with the same look as those executioners who investigated time and space magic. Orikan thought that after using time and space magic, his head would be torn open. He did not have the flexible biological transformation technology like Trazin. ...

"Ahem..." Orikan coughed twice and put down the raised staff again, "My arm is a little sore, let's move it..."

Perturabo watched for a long time without understanding what the two Necrontyr were doing, but facing the slowly approaching robot maids, he still gave the order to attack.

"The machine spirit is not happy!" The sturdy and reliable bolter actually jammed. The Space Marine had never seen such a scene in his life.

The plasma guns were also unable to complete charging. It seemed that these weapons were also deeply attracted by the maid in front of them and were unable to make any attacks.

Jaghatai and Fulgrim drew out their melee weapons heartbrokenly. Just when they wanted to take a step, they found that their bodies could not move. Their strong and reliable armor had become a cage that restrained them.

"The company has sufficient anti-violence measures. Please refrain from any attack on the maids. According to estimates, your value is not enough to compensate for the losses."

The female voice of reminder stood out among the struggling warriors, as Ifreni and her fellow Eldar tried to use their psychic powers to break the deadlock.

But among these maids there are also experts in dealing with psychic threats. They disintegrate in the air and are wrapped around the necks of the Eldar the next moment.

The psychic-suppressing collars began to quell the power of the warp even before they closed, and increased the drain on the Eldar's energy.

The more Ifreni tried to use the power of death, the more severe the fatigue caused by the collar around her neck became. In the end, she was breathing heavily and could barely lift her eyelids.

"According to the advance prophecy of the company's shareholders meeting, the anti-psionic maid has prepared gifts for you thirty-nine thousand years ago."

"what?"

Efreni tried to pull off the collar, but as soon as she touched the collar, she felt that the spiritual energy left by her ancestors was washing away her thoughts of resistance again and again.

Seeing that everyone in the field was unable to commit violent acts, the maids entangled themselves in various difficult poses and turned into a suspended train.

They will take these guests to visit the company's culture, history, and achievements, so that they can join the company willingly and contribute more to the organization.

Whether it is filled into a furnace to provide heat energy, or placed in a factory to extract nerves, that is not their job.

"All the company's actions are based on efficiency. I hope that after visiting the property, you can put aside your prejudices and serve the company willingly. Of course you have the right to refuse service, but the company also has the power to take coercive measures."

The maids said in unison, repeating this sentence countless times.

Slaves in the Deep Pit: The miserable bonded workers in the empire’s bloated hives. Those who were deceived into going to Burma can be considered a blessing from their previous lives.