Chapter 629 Maids

"Welcome!" An electronic female voice came from under the robot. "Although you don't have any invitation letters or work performance points, the company also has ways to treat you as tourist assets."

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

Tarasim was tangled. He wanted to see the scene of the original body fighting with the company's maids, but he didn't want the things in front of him to be smashed to pieces.

After thinking carefully for a while, Tarasim thought it was better to collect the things first. As for the scene reappearance, he could give it to his tomb technicians and let them work overtime.

"Now I can't help it." Tarasim stood between the original body and the maid robot and took out a stasis device used to capture the collection.

But before he started it, the maids all made way, and a maid robot with the same living metal material as Tarasim appeared.

Probably to distinguish the difference between Necrontyr maids and human maids, this maid was marked with runes from Necrontyr culture and ornaments made of black stone.

"Still non-company executives stole the maid and operated it!"

"What?"

Trazyn didn't even react before he was bound by the data released by the Necrontyr maid. He now looked like a mentally retarded person with his hands raised high.

"These... aliens seem to be a little startled." Dorn's evaluation made Trazyn even more embarrassed. He tried to communicate with Orikan, but found that he couldn't do it under the data blockade.

"Damn it! Damn it! If I could learn more about conceptual data theory instead of being busy guiding the collection hall recordings, or helping the human librarian to sort out the wrong and missed history. Oh. I should learn more theoretical knowledge."

Trazyn complained that he didn't have a grave technician with him, and Orikan expressed some doubts about Trazyn's behavior.

"Is he doing something? Or is he in trouble?"

Orikan was not sure about this. In his eyes, Trazyn was never a serious guy with the style of a Necrontyr noble.

That's why in private, the nobles of the dynasty always referred to Trazyn as a thief.

Trazyn felt unprecedented embarrassment under the gaze of the crowd, and finally his cleverness saved him.

Although Orikan always looked down on Trazyn's stupidity in knowledge, he had to admit that Trazyn's mind was very fast.

Breaking through the data blockade, Trazyn told Orikan the message for help.

The astrologer first gloated over the misfortune and replied with a mocking smile, and then warmed up his time-controlling equipment in Trazyn's expectant eyes.

The primarchs noticed Orikan's action of raising the scepter, and they also wanted to see what the two Necrontyr were going to do.

However, the Higher Technology Association was also ready to counter the power of time and space, and the maid turned her head to Orikan.

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

This feeling is too familiar. Just like when he and Trazyn had a big fight over some trivial matters, and finally let the Dynasty Court deal with the conflict between the two of them.

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

"How did you know that Trazyn 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? So, you go and lie down too, I will cut off two heads with one knife and save some trouble."

Although Orikan later relied on the time spell to avoid this bad answer, in the five scenes where he went back in time, Trazyn always found evidence that Orikan was guilty of the same crime.

Later, Orikan was convicted of a more serious crime, because the court found out that Orikan had used time magic to influence the verdict.

Now the maid stared at him in the same way as those executioners who investigated time and space magic. Orikan believed that his head would be torn apart after using time and space magic. He did not have the flexible bio-transformation technology like Trazyn.

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

Perturabo watched for a long time and did not understand what the two Necrontyr were doing, but facing the slowly approaching machine maids, he still gave the order to attack.

"The machine soul is unhappy!" The sturdy and reliable grenade gun actually jammed. The Space Marines had never seen such a scene in their lives.

The plasma gun was also unable to complete the charging. It seemed that these weapons were also deeply attracted by the maids in front of them and could not make any attacking moves.

Chagatai and Fugen drew their melee weapons with a painful heartache. Just when they wanted to take a step, they found that they could not move. Their solid and reliable armor had become a cage that bound them.

"The company has sufficient anti-violence means. Please do not attack the maids. According to estimates, your value is not enough to compensate for the losses."

The female voice of the reminder was particularly obvious among the struggling warriors. Ivreni and her fellow Eldar tried to break the deadlock with psychic power.

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

The collars that suppressed psychic power had already begun to calm the power of the subspace before closing, and increased the consumption of 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.