American comics: This guy is crazy

The multiverse, and beyond the multiverse.

A member of the Celestial God Group who was hundreds of feet tall gathered.

Ninety-nine more new gods were born, belonging to the celebration of the god group.

"There is a missing god."

"Yes, dead on earth."

"What a troubled place."

"Do you know who the murderer is?"

"It's locked."

The Celestial Analyst stretched out a palm, showing the coordinates of a multiverse.

However, this universe is like nothingness and cannot capture the entrance.

"Time is unknown."

The God of Time gave the answer: "The murderer is tampering with the future results of the universe. Only by opening the channel from the inside, a stable space door cannot be built from the outside, and it is very likely to come to a future time node."

The group of gods are above the multidimensional and multi-dimensional, despising all living beings to carry out their professional work.

Teams as powerful as the Gods cannot violate the rules.

Perhaps gods can trample the rules of a single universe at will, but they are still bound by rules in higher realms.

In short, rules are everywhere, and there are still rules beyond cognition, but the world cannot understand them.

Furthermore, the God Group itself is the incarnation of the rules. Judging from the naming, they are different professions, and the different professions are extensions of the rules.

"The scope of this multiverse should be Papetua's sphere of influence."

For a moment, many gods fell silent.

Origin-level existences, even if the multidimensional and multidimensional realm reappears, they will still remain aloof and not die.

Of course, there is never a shortage of lucky people in the world, pseudo-origin levels who sneaked in from the last reenactment of the world.

For example, Galactus is a life form of this level.

Even though they are as strong as the God Group, they don’t want to be at odds with the Origin Level.

Although, if you have the trump card to win in the end, you have to pay a huge price.

"We might as well cooperate. We just need to punish the murderer severely and don't pry into anything else."

"It's worth a try. We must not let go of the criminals who killed the Celestials."

"..."

At this moment, Allen, who was in the Warhammer world, had no idea that he had caught the attention of the Celestials.

"Creation King Kong Transformation!"

After all, it is Allen's first life form, so he naturally needs a domineering name.

Click click click…

As the abstract machines trembled and merged together, a robot that looked very shabby was born.

"Follow the highest will, work makes me happy, work makes me satisfied, drop by drop... Boss, please give me a task. If I don't work for a moment, I will feel uncomfortable all over."

Looking at the beeping cow-horse robot, Allen smiled like a father.

"A black slave type mentally retarded machine, immediately assemble the extraordinary matrix."

"Thank you boss for the gift."

The Creation King Kong's tracks creaked as it kept carrying a bunch of abstract instruments.

The Space Security Brigade breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

At least the boss won't exploit them no matter how crazy he criticizes them.

"Alan, your creation is really good."

The corners of Hela's eyes twitched. Forget about people being abstract, everything they created was so abstract.

"Hey hey hey..."

Allen said with a sinister look on his face: "I want to build a world where omnics can get jobs, so that everyone can do it without a job. Without a job, you can't make money. If you can't make money, you can't afford medical insurance. If you can't afford medical insurance, If you can't afford to see a doctor, you will be afraid of me. Then, I give them relief rations every day, open a free Internet cafe, and make all games free. I sink until I become a waste. I am really evil. "

"..."

Hela looked embarrassed.

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

There is food and entertainment without work. It is an ideal paradise for many people.

"No more chatting, I want to make more black slave omnics."

Jingle bells clang...

With a hammer and a wrench, he miraculously created another black slave-type mentally retarded machine.

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

Snap!

Allen improvised a steel whip and whipped it on the robot.

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"Get rid of the bricks."

“Thanks to a great and kind boss.”

There are two black slave robots busy, doubling the efficiency.

"Shit jar."

"Owner."

Calling Wang Berne, Allen threw the steel whip in his hand to him and ordered: "If the black slaves are lazy, whip them."

Wang Bern looked at the two non-stop robots with a puzzled look on his face, and said doubtfully: "Master, you don't need them."

"The first generation of black slave workers was flawed. I deliberately set up a shutdown loophole that required a steel whip to be whipped to death to activate it."

"..."

The boss's mind was as wild as ever.

Not that one of the black slaves stopped running.

Snap!

After being whipped with a whip, the black slave immediately continued working, shouting: "Master overseer, I was wrong, I shouldn't be lazy, I must work seriously."

It is really smart and user-friendly, and full of experience.

"Have you misunderstood artificial intelligence?" Hela asked in a daze.

"How is it possible? I'm so smart. I can catch it at a moment's notice."

Allen touched his chin and said proudly: "It's very reasonable to use black labor slaves as mentally retarded production robots."

"..."

Sure enough, it's not the same thing at all.

Hela covered her head and couldn't bear to look at her appearance.

However, people liked to make trouble, so I didn't interfere.

The captured Space Marines were already peeing.

This guy is clearly oppressing the intelligent machines. I can't help but think of the artificial intelligence rebellion in the golden age of mankind, which resulted in the human empire losing control of 500 colonies.

If it weren't for the Emperor leading many war groups to the Great Crusade, the current human territory might remain fragmented.

Of course, the technology of the golden age is as incredible as ancient myths.

The Titan war machine in the Guards is just a civilian machine responsible for security and land reclamation at that time.

The security brigade guards the space warriors, and the undead army is responsible for collecting corpse materials.

Alan is busy making basic equipment.

A rough circular extraordinary matrix is ​​completed.

It has ten mechanical tentacles like vacuum cleaners, which can easily absorb materials.

Boom!

An instrument roared.

Alan first summoned an undead skeleton and ordered it to stand in the middle of the matrix.

The tentacles sucked materials crazily, and the piles of corpses were simply inexhaustible.

Of course, it seems that there are many undead skeletons that can't create many advanced limits.

However, this is the Warhammer world.

There are aliens and orc boys, who can provide endless materials.

Moreover, many colonies are in war, which can fully satisfy Alan's madness.

This is the first time Hela saw how the undead skeleton came from.

This skeleton, which seemed to be vulnerable to collapse, advanced rapidly with the naked eye.

Level 1, level 2, level 3...

Level 11, level 12, level 13...

Finally, it stopped at level 15.

"Well, it's a pity that I didn't get off to a good start."

Alan curled his lips disdainfully at the undead skeleton that had not mutated.

It seems that ordinary skeletons have not experienced secondary mutations, only bone dragons have.

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