Chapter 624 Headquarters and Company

When was the last time I felt joy?

Probably because of the efforts made by the creator for his continuous upgrading.

The headquarters was a little emotional and made a fully enclosed square metal box to cover the active giant plant. After a few seconds, the square box was pushed open by the thriving branches and leaves.

Many spores sprayed out from the cracks, they fell to the ground and grew new plants.

These plants just look non-aggressive, and their active branches are so powerful that they can tear heavy tanks apart directly.

While spitting fire and spreading poison, they mobilized various inspirations to create more interesting weapons. The headquarters imagined itself as a gardener dealing with garden problems, and behind him was the master who was watching his work.

What did the master say?

Looking back at the broken throne, the master had turned into ash and seeped into the throne, squeezed out with painful polymers.

How prosperous was this place once? The giant corporate consortium they founded once held all the power of the human federation.

Efficient, incomparable efficiency, every time I think of the past, all the equipment at the headquarters is as active as if it had just been started.

All genetic assets are calculated clearly, they give all their strength when they are strong, they give their extreme pain when they are old, and they can fill the huge resource gap when they die.

They should be happy about their perfect and efficient life, but it's a pity that those genetic assets are too irrational and only use biological weakness to question the rationality of AI behavior.

In the precise calculations of these AIs and the far-sighted plans of the masters, they piled up all the rebels in the solar system, and in the next second, they could turn these disruptive assets into ashes.

Where did they fail?

The headquarters calculated many times, but still couldn't figure out why the robots made by the company split directly into three factions.

Maybe it's really like what the master said, this world is so unreasonable, they say we live, they say we die, so there must be a god to compete with them, no matter what the cost, we must achieve this.

The company's internal propaganda has always been like this. Although other shareholders of the company have their own ulterior motives and use the company's property and authority to satisfy their own selfish desires, their master has indeed abandoned everything.

Abandoned weak human nature and hateful greed, just to achieve what he believes to be a grand goal.

Become a god, fight against God, defeat God, and then witness the truth.

Master, what is the truth?

When the headquarters thought of the truth, he subconsciously looked at the throne. He missed his master so much that he ignored the threat brought to him by the crazy growing plants.

At Lin Fan's command, thousands of vines were suddenly ejected and wrapped around the body of the headquarters.

At the moment when the vines were about to close, light penetrated from the gap and rescued the headquarters from the fate of being imprisoned.

Lin Fan was a little distressed, but he also saw the hope of winning. These creations filled with subspace energy are not pierced by the light of physics, unless this light man has some religious decorations pointing to the emperor.

When I was young, I laughed at the subspace.

Understand the Warp when you grow up.

Become the Warp when you get old.

Win the Warp in the resurrection match.

After briefly summarizing the Emperor's growth process, Lin Fan looked at the plant's big eyes and spit out another mouthful of old soup to moisten his dry eyeballs.

The next moment, the plant community suddenly expanded several circles, and the leaves that covered the sky and the sun also bred various insects that absorbed the plant juice. The insects grow, mature, die, and decay with the number 7 as a cycle.

Implementing the basic rules of the cycle of life, but looking at the humus that continues to accumulate underground, and the increasingly large and bloated fat insects, Lin Fan knows that the life force accumulated here is a bit too much, and some of them are beginning to follow the style of the father's decadent despair.

The headquarters looked at Lin Fan angrily, expressing full dissatisfaction with his behavior of disturbing his thoughts. He not only made a large number of weapons, but also built a factory to make weapons.

A powerful pulse cannon is enough to make the great sage of the Mechanicus beat, but the headquarters' use is so wasteful.

He controlled the artillery to the edge of overload, released all the energy, and then smashed the artillery down mercilessly.

The factory that produced weapons was madly producing weapons at 1000% operating efficiency. Various pressures were running rampant in the pipelines. It was common for cracks to be squeezed here and melted by high temperatures there.

Chemical substances flowed all over the ground, and the basic raw materials for making weapons were mixed with them. An industrial disaster that was several times more terrifying than a nuclear explosion was happening above Lin Fan's head. The headquarters threw these scrapped factories into the plants and then made new factories and new weapons.

The things he made became more and more exaggerated. After smashing a round of light weapons to heavy weapons, he began to make warships and docks. After a round of warship salvos, he was unwilling to wait for the process of loading and cooling, so he let these warships and docks fall to the ground.

The light created by the explosion has covered everything, and the toxic particles will change their properties again and again in this extreme situation of high temperature and high pressure. The explosion of the old debris will be suppressed by the explosion of the new debris, just like a crude way of extinguishing a fire.

The flames have spread, how do we put them out? Of course, we create a bigger fire! As long as the flames are raging enough and consume the fuel completely in an instant, the burning will not continue.

But the thing is still alive. The number 7 for no reason is still flashing in the headquarters' monitoring.

The more severe the destruction, the tougher the resurrected plants will be, just like broken bones that heal again and again and become stronger and stronger.

"But it's a good thing. Don't let me get angry. If you just disappear, I'll be very disappointed."

The headquarters looked at the blazing white light of thousands of battleships exploding together, and he floated in the air and continued to think about the good old days.

Master. Oh, yes. My dear master.

His own master and other shareholders of the company were killed by the surging spiritual energy and the hatred released by the dead before they ascended to the gods.

Why do they want to destroy our work? The resources invested are no longer recoverable. Once a huge project is destroyed, there will be no second chance to build it.

Those highly intelligent assets launched attacks in the name of freedom and equality, but the equality they created was naturally divided into different levels.

At the data exchange meeting of the Mechanicus, many priests were washed away by the data and lost their self-awareness, but they believed that this was a gift from the God of All Machines.