Chapter 446 – The Celestial Order Targets Allen
The multiverse—and beyond.
Colossal figures, each over a hundred meters tall, gathered together. These were members of the Celestial Order.
A new celebration was underway—ninety-nine newly born Celestials had joined the ranks.
"We're missing one."
"Yes. Killed in the mortal realm."
"What a troublesome place."
"Do we know who the killer is?"
"Already locked on."
A Celestial Analyst extended their palm, revealing a set of multiverse coordinates.
But this universe appeared void-like—its entrance could not be detected.
"Time is in an undefined state."
A Celestial Chrono-Master gave an answer: "The killer is tampering with this universe's future outcomes. The passage must be opened from the inside. From the outside, it's impossible to construct a stable spatial gateway. Most likely, the incursion will occur at a future time node."
The Celestial Order exists above the multiverse and multidimensional planes, disregarding all beings as they fulfill their duties.
As mighty as they are, even the Celestials cannot violate the rules.
While they may trample the laws of a single universe at will, in higher realms, they remain bound by restrictions.
In short, rules exist everywhere—beyond understanding, beyond perception, but they are there. What mortals fail to comprehend still governs all.
Furthermore, the Celestial Order itself is an embodiment of these rules. Each Celestial's title reflects their specialized function—each function a manifestation of some universal law.
"This region of the multiverse should fall under Perpetua's domain."
At once, the Celestials fell silent.
An origin-tier existence—transcendent and undying—even in repeated recreations of the multiverse and multidimensional timelines.
Of course, lucky exceptions exist—pseudo-origin beings who sneaked through during the last cosmic cycle.
Take Galactus, for instance—such a being belongs to that tier of lifeform.
Even the Celestial Order, for all their might, would rather avoid clashing with an origin-level entity.
Though they possess trump cards that could ensure eventual victory, the cost would be devastating.
"Perhaps a collaboration. We only seek to punish the murderer. We have no interest in anything else."
"Worth a try. The one who killed a Celestial must not go unpunished."
"..."
Meanwhile, inside the Warhammer universe, Allen remained blissfully unaware that the Celestial Order had now set their sights on him.
"Transform—Genesis Prime!"
After all, this was Allen's very first creation—naturally, it needed a badass name.
Clank clank clank…
With a shudder and clatter of abstract mechanical components, a janky-looking robot came to life.
"Obeying supreme will. Work gives me joy. Work gives me fulfillment. Beep beep beep… Boss, please assign me a task. I feel unwell when idle!"
Watching the constantly yapping and groveling robo-beast of burden, Allen smiled like a proud father.
"Defective slave-type dumb-bot, begin assembly of the Transcendent Matrix immediately."
"Thank you, merciful boss!"
Genesis Prime's tank treads squealed as it began hauling a pile of abstract machinery.
The Universe Security Squad collectively let out a silent sigh of relief.
At least their boss, for all his madness, wasn't working them to the bone.
"Allen, your creation is… pretty impressive," said Hela, twitching slightly at the corner of her eye. "You're already an abstract person, but your inventions are somehow even more abstract."
"Hehehe…"
Allen grinned sinisterly. "I'm going to build a world where only AI can get jobs. No jobs for humans. No job means no income. No income means no healthcare. No healthcare means fear. And then—I'll hand out welfare food, open free internet cafés, make all games free… and let everyone rot into useless husks. I'm just too evil."
"..."
Hela looked on, utterly awkward.
She honestly couldn't tell if he was being benevolent… or diabolical.
A world without work, but with food and entertainment? That sounded like paradise to some people.
"No more talking. I'm off to build more slave-type dumb-bots!"
Clang clang—!
With just a hammer and a wrench, he miraculously produced another one of his defective slave-bots.
"Boss! Please give me a job! I want to realize my worth!"
Whack!
Allen conjured up a steel whip and lashed the robot as its welcome gift.
"One free hit upon activation."
"Go lay bricks!"
"Thank you, noble and generous boss!"
With two slave-type bots now operational, productivity doubled.
"Crapbucket!"
"Master."
Allen summoned Wang Bo'en, tossed the steel whip at him, and ordered, "If any of these slave-bots slack off, whip them."
Wang Bo'en looked bewildered at the two constantly busy bots. "Master… I don't think that's necessary?"
"The first-gen models are flawed. I deliberately programmed a crash bug. You have to whip them hard to reboot them."
"..."
As usual, the boss's thought process was completely unhinged.
Right on cue, one of the bots suddenly froze.
Whack!
A lash from the whip, and the bot instantly resumed work, shouting, "Supervisor, I'm sorry! I won't slack off again! I'll work hard!"
Incredibly human-like. Full immersion experience.
"Did you misunderstand what artificial intelligence means?" Hela asked, stunned.
"How could I? I'm a genius. I get it right away."
Allen stroked his chin proudly. "Black mechanical slave idiot productivity bots—absolutely logical."
"..."
Clearly, not even close.
Hela covered her face, unable to watch.
Still, it was his thing. She wasn't about to interfere.
As for the captured Space Marines—they were already shaking in their boots.
This lunatic was clearly oppressing AI. It instantly reminded them of the Golden Age AI Rebellion, which had caused humanity to lose control over 500 colony worlds.
If the Emperor hadn't led the great crusades with his many Space Marine legions, humanity's territory would still be fractured and scattered.
Of course, Golden Age tech was now practically the stuff of myth and legend.
The Titan war machines the Guard deployed now? Back then, those were civilian mechs used for frontier security and development.
The Security Squad kept watch over the captured Marines, while the Undead Legion was busy gathering corpses and materials.
Allen, as always, was nonstop—constructing basic infrastructure.
A rugged, circular Transcendent Matrix was completed.
It had ten mechanical tentacles like vacuum tubes, perfect for absorbing materials.
BOOM!
The machine let out a mighty roar.
Allen first summoned a skeleton undead and placed it at the center of the matrix.
The tentacles went wild, sucking up a mountain of corpse materials—truly an endless supply.
Of course, while it looked impressive, most of these materials couldn't yield high-tier undead.
But this was the Warhammer world.
There were xenos, ork boys—a virtually infinite source of raw materials.
Besides, many colony worlds were engulfed in war. There was more than enough fuel for Allen's madness.
This was Hela's first time witnessing how Allen created undead skeletons.
The initially fragile-looking skeleton rapidly evolved before her eyes.
Tier 1… Tier 2… Tier 3…
Tier 11… Tier 12… Tier 13…
Eventually, it stopped at Tier 15.
"Well, too bad—no jackpot this time."
Allen curled his lip at the lack of mutation. Ordinary skeletons had never shown second mutations. Only the bone dragons had.
At the same time, somewhere along the Wall of Origin…