Abaddon and his men easily seized control of the entire planet.
When facing the empire, they were crushed by it.
You can face the monsters created by Fabius using genetic engineering.
They could be said to have crushed any counterattack from the enemy like a whirlwind.
A large number of flesh monsters were knocked down by explosive bombs and chainswords.
Lying in labs and hallways where scarlet alarm lights were flashing.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Even if the ventilation system is running at full power, it is difficult to expel all the bloody smell.
Hong Suo watched everything in the laboratory, and what he saw made him hate that bastard Fabius even more.
Racks of processed human flesh lined the walls.
Jars containing organs and surgical tools were randomly placed in a dazzling array, all stained with terrible blood.
This is a laboratory hidden among slaughterhouses.
In every room, there are bloodstained operating tables and nutrient tanks storing fallen lives.
Mechanical servants and mindless slaves shuttled between the machines, taking care of everything with a gentleness that was completely unsuitable for this filthy seedbed.
This lab is not for those miserable losers who try to study the wonders of the human body but are unable to master perfect techniques.
This is a sacred temple that houses the successful works of mad scholars.
The Emperor's Children have been conducting research on superhuman genetic cloning for many years.
They hold the dark knowledge.
Fabius was the best among them, and no one knew how far that madman had gone.
This madman once cloned Horus and cloned many copies of the Primarchs.
According to unconfirmed rumors, Fabius also cloned a replica of his genetic father, Fulgrim.
Abaddon launched a strike against the Black Legion at its inception, destroying their clone of Horus.
And warn that guy not to do such blasphemous acts against Horus again.
The Fabi wizards, who adhered to the beliefs of Chaos, obviously did not heed Abaddon's warnings.
Dark research is still ongoing, attempting to replicate the great achievements of the Emperor in the past.
In the laboratory captured by Abaddon and others, there are still a large number of replicas.
At the innermost part of the laboratory, Fabius' works are displayed.
Walked to a dirty-looking life-support tank.
Abaddon could see that the amniotic fluid had been completely replaced by oxygen-rich culture medium.
A suspended human baby, stay inside.
With hair as white as snow and eyes as dark as the night, he stared at Abaddon and his companions who broke into the laboratory with his omniscient eyes.
From each other's eyes and the soul fluctuations released, they can feel each other's identity.
The Night Haunter who was a madman to both the Imperium and Chaos.
The baby is a copy of the other.
Those eyes and thin lips are exactly the same.
It's like copying and pasting on a computer.
There is no difference between the two.
If you didn't pay attention to its lower body, you would think it was flawless.
But when they saw the baby's lower body, everyone felt disgusted.
The baby's lower body turned into a black, tar-like tissue.
It squirmed and bubbles came out.
The grotesque mass of bones and flesh formed a blasphemous scene.
Such things should not exist in the real rational world.
In the center of the laboratory.
Abaddon found the sacrifice he needed for this quest.
Inside a half-flesh, half-mechanical uterine device that is fed by numerous flesh and blood tubes and mechanical pipes, a flawless body lies.
Through the hardened glass above, one can see that the body growing inside has become a teenager.
He is strong and powerful, with well-proportioned muscles, and possesses a perfect appearance that amazes the world.
Abaddon, Huron, Honso and the others, even if their souls were twisted by the power of the gods, at this moment, they had to marvel at the perfection of this body.
So perfect that it shouldn't exist in this world.
The researchers, who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, revealed the origin of the body.
Fabius has been collecting various materials for the past ten thousand years.
He wandered through the worlds of the elves, extracted souls from the spirit bone circuits, made deals with demons, and searched for elements to build a perfect extraordinary body.
With the conscious or unconscious assistance of the gods, Fabius succeeded.
He created a creation as perfect as that of the Emperor, or even more perfect than the Primarchs he had created.
After the Great Rift appeared, the gods needed a powerful container to contain their power in order to complete their final work.
Dragging the entire universe into the subspace and making it their domain.
The Primarchs were once the gods' greatest tools, and they perfectly thwarted the Emperor's plans.
Allow the influence of the gods to expand throughout the universe.
It's a pity that in order to complete the final work.
The Primarch is not enough.
The gods need stronger containers, containers that can carry more blessings.
With the help of Fabius, a perfect creation was born.
The perfect tool of the gods.
A sword that will bring humanity to its knees was sharpened with the help of that crazy genetic scientist.
All that is left is resuscitation to complete the final work.
If it weren't for Guilliman's incident, Fabius would have become the favorite of the gods with the help of this creation and become the driving force behind the destruction of the empire and the universe.
The genetic creation in that nutrient tank is absolutely perfect.
No one could find any fault with it. There was a terrifying power within it, enough to burn the world and destroy the stars.
Everyone understood when they saw that perfect body.
The true creator of this body was not Fabius.
But the gods.
The gods used his hands to create this perfect body.
The gods have already been preparing for the final battle of this universe.
According to the original arrangement, the realm of the gods would enter the real universe after the Great Rift appeared.
With the blessing of this perfect body, reenact the duel between Horus and the Emperor.
This time, the Emperor would never have the chance to sit on the Golden Throne again.
The gods will put an end to the war that has lasted for ten thousand years and reap the spoils of victory.
Abaddon reached out and touched the hardened glass of the nutrient chamber, staring at the face of the young man inside.
It was exactly the same face as in my memory.
That was the face of Horus.
Horus' body once fell into the hands of Fabius, which was why Abaddon hated him later.
During the last raid on the Emperor's Children, Abaddon felt that he should have killed Fabius.
The fact that the other party was able to clone the first Horus means that this guy obtained the complete genetic chain.
As long as there is a first time, there will be a second time and a third time.
This body must have used Horus' genes, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a similar appearance.
In addition, Fabius should have used all the high-quality genes he could get.
The pair of white wings behind him obviously came from Sanguinius.
Pale, bloodless face, thin lips, with the characteristics of a midnight haunted man.
It was crazy for Fabius to combine the advantages of various Primarchs into one body.
He probably had no idea what kind of monster he had created.
"What a lunatic." Huron stared at the body in the nutrition cabin, and he could also feel a familiar feeling in his body.
The war blacksmith Hong Suo also sensed a familiar aura.
This perfect creation was created by mixing the genes of multiple Primarchs and possesses extraordinary power.
This is really crazy behavior.
Abaddon took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.
He could not destroy the creation before him as he had killed the duplicate Horus.
This body is the sacrifice that the outsiders want.
This was part of the original deal.
"Get this out." Abaddon looked at several Dark Mechanicus followers who had followed the combat troops in and said, "Put it in the life support device of the battleship and wait for my next instruction."
The members of the Dark Mechanicus nodded and ordered the mechanical slaves with mechanical arms to dismantle the device and take the uterus device away.
Taking what he wanted, Abaddon gave the order to destroy the entire laboratory.
Hundreds of bolters opened fire simultaneously, releasing an explosive wave of fire.
The terrifying firepower swept through the entire laboratory.
After a few seconds, glass shattered, flesh exploded, and metal melted and cracked.
Mixed in with it are the dying cries of things that should never have been born.
The mindless slaves were slaughtered, and the machines they served were shattered by the fire.
Huron and others fought with all their strength.
Use cannons and flamethrowers to blow the mutant creatures into pieces and burn them into charcoal with absolute firepower.
Wait until everything is destroyed.
Abaddon and others evacuated the laboratory.
Before leaving, he also ordered the installation of thermal bombs to completely destroy this terrible place.
So much for Fabius’ madness.
Even if that bastard has been captured by Guilliman and taken to Terra, he will have to stay in a prison guarded by the Custodes for the rest of his life.
Abaddon and others also found it difficult to show tolerance for the blasphemous scenes they saw in this laboratory.
Everything here should be destroyed.
Those things that desecrate life and past glory should be reduced to ashes in flames.
As explosions sounded, Abaddon stood on the Thunderhawk gunship and watched the sea of fire engulf the buildings.
The gunboat brought the group back to the USS Carefree.
The members of the Dark Mechanicus are ready, and the womb device removed from the laboratory has been connected to the new energy pipeline.
"Now, what should we do?" Hong Suo looked at the huge nutrition cabin, then turned to look at Abaddon, "What is your plan?"
Abaddon did not answer him, but walked towards the nutrition cabin under the gaze of everyone.
"Open it." Abaddon said to the Dark Mechanicus believer next to him.
The other party nodded, extended a mechanical tentacle and began to operate the nutrient capsule.
The sound of mechanical gears turning and the hissing of hydraulic pipes echoed simultaneously.
The nutrient solution was slowly pumped out, making a dripping sound.
Then the hatch opened.
A strong, slightly smelly smell came out of it.
Abaddon stepped forward and gazed upon the perfect body created by genetic engineering.
The ceremony was already prepared.
As he chanted an ancient, unknown spell.
Faint ripples were stirring in the subspace.
As his voice sounded, darkness poured out from the void like a tide.
The flood of darkness submerged space and permeated time.
Huron, Honsuo and others were plunged into absolute darkness.
This is not just darkness at the physical space level, but a place of complete nothingness where the concept of light has never appeared.
Their consciousness is ripped away and thrown into a world of horrors recorded only in banned books and sensational fictions.
Twisted flesh and blood covered the entire universe, and those crazy creations were laughing shrilly.
Thousands of eyes were blinking, and the sourceless laughter filled everyone's ears and echoed in their minds.
Everyone felt their souls melting and becoming part of something more terrifying.
The darkness is filled with the vicissitudes of time.
Their consciousness entered a very mysterious state, and they experienced everything that happened over a long period of time in an instant.
Being thrown into those ancient, ancient historical moments that have been buried by time.
The years have washed away their souls, making them feel as if they were in another world.
The power of time is the most terrifying thing.
Steel will be corroded by rust.
Rocks will turn to dust.
Even gods will be dragged down from the altar by godslayers, and then new gods will appear.
Only time remains unchanged, it keeps flowing, monotonous but unchangeable.
The darkness faded quickly and sank into the perfect body nurtured by the uterus device, forming a special symbol.
Hong Suo, Huron and others thought that a long time had passed.
When they regained their sight, they discovered that only a few seconds had passed.
The thinker built into the armor is connected to the battleship, and there is no difference in time between the two.
That perfect body opened its eyes.
The dark eyes were like a lightless abyss, deep and containing infinite changes.
He stood up, naked.
The smooth skin exudes a crystal color in the candlelight.
The white wings behind her spread out, like a beautiful angel in mythology.
Flawless.
Abaddon stared at the other man, his eyes full of vigilance.
Don't be fooled by this guy's good looks.
He couldn't forget what he saw in his dream.
How terrifying are those cancerous, disorderly universes.
Those millions of eyes are the embodiment of chaos.
Hidden inside this perfect body is a terrifying soul that will drag the universe into the abyss.
"The contract is concluded, mortal." The man said, "You have lived up to my expectations. This body is perfect enough to bear my will and power."
"Who are you?" Abaddon asked. "Yog-Sothoth? The outsider?"
The man shook his head, then nodded, with an expression that seemed to be a smile.
"Yog-Sothoth is the origin of all things, the embodiment of space and time, and the door to all realms. I am him, and not him. I am just a part of Yog-Sothoth, an insignificant embodiment of his will. We will all become a part of him, and become a part of him along with this universe. Become the past, the present, and the future. Without beginning or end, we will gain true eternity."
"Then what should we call you?" A wizard said: "Everything has a name."
"I got a name from the memory of this body, Horus," the man said. "It is a good name."
"You should not use that name." Abaddon said angrily, "You are not him."
The being named Horus, watched Abaddon.
He is the mortal incarnation of Yog-Sothoth.
A lowly mortal creature was supposed to teach him how to do things
"This is the memory obtained from this body. The blood and bones are inherited from the existence of that name. It is best to use this name. It can fit this universe more perfectly."
Abaddon's hands clenched into fists and his eyes turned dangerous.
The Great Predator has always been trying to break away from the influence of his genetic father.
Even going so far as to transform the Sons of Horus into the Black Legion.
But even so, Abaddon would never allow anyone to humiliate his genetic father or walk in this universe using his name.
"You can change your name, Outsider." Abaddon said word by word, "I have fulfilled the contract with you. Do not force me to attack you. Gods also have limits. You will bleed, Outsider."
Horus stared at Abaddon, "You shouldn't say such things. Threatening an omniscient and omnipotent being is a very dangerous thing."
An invisible force lifted up Abaddon, who weighed several tons, and slammed him against the distant wall, making a deafening sound.
"I am Horus, a mortal." Horus said in a low voice: "Do you want to resist me? A creature from the mortal world."
Abaddon, once considered the greatest threat to the Empire, was knocked unconscious by the blow.
He stared at the guy who was impersonating the name of his genetic father, his eyes filled with anger.
But the other party just raised his hand slightly, and he floated up and was smashed against the wall again.
Two such horrific collisions in a row.
To Abaddon's pain, the ceramic armor shattered under the huge force of the impact.
The sharp fragments pierced his chest.
When facing the opponent, he felt as powerless as facing Guilliman.
They are beings of the same level.
The controller and competitor of this vast universe.
"Respect me, creature of the mortal world. This time, I allow you to continue living in a state of combining body and soul. If there is a next time, you will know how terrible my anger is. I will bring blessings and a future to this universe. Be grateful to me, creature of the mortal world, and you will gain true eternity."
Abaddon glared at the other party, but he also knew that the other party could easily take his life.
Even if everyone here came together, it would be difficult to stop the opponent's power.
Abaddon climbed to his feet, suppressing his rage.
Spit.
He spat out the blood and broken bones.
This matter will not end here.
This is true even if the other party is a god.
Nothing is indestructible.
If so, it just means you haven’t found the right solution.
"Horus, what are you going to do?" Seeing that the strongest Abaddon had no ability to fight back in the opponent's hands, Huron had no intention of challenging the opponent.
Even if the other party takes the name of the ancient Horus, it does not mean that the other party is Horus.
But he is a true outsider who possesses infinite power like the gods.
"You don't need to know, creatures of the mortal world. Your race is simple-minded and cannot understand the complexity of the universe." Horus said: "This universe will become a part of eternity, without destruction and death. Of course, before that, we must first deal with that arrogant little guy. Who does he think he is challenging? He is challenging an omniscient and omnipotent being."
Such words were full of arrogance, but there was no trace of arrogance in the other party's expression.
As if this statement is taken for granted.
Humans are insignificant in front of those ancient beings who have nearly eternal lifespans and who have witnessed the birth and destruction of the universe.
Guilliman's arrogant remarks in the past made the other party very angry.
A race with an evolutionary history of only hundreds of millions of years, including the single-cell period.
In the eyes of Yog-Sothoth, they are no more than plankton.
The other party actually dared to say such big words.
He is simply asking for death.
For those pitiful races, what happens in the future will determine the rise and fall of their race.
To the great Yog-Sothoth, it was just an insignificant game, a brief entertainment between the never-ending dreams.
He would show Guilliman what it meant to be small.
The entire human race will be ruthlessly destroyed.
That fool will continue to pay a heavy price in his desperate struggle.
Until all creation turns to dust and ashes.
No one dared to refute Horus' words.
The power that fills the perfect body escapes into the material world.
Let Hong Suo, Huron, and Abaddon all feel the dark will as boundless as the abyss.
Abaddon stood up again and felt that the power in Horus was rising, as if there was no limit.
Such terrible power is beyond the reach of even Horus, who was blessed by the four gods in the past.
When looking at each other, it feels like looking at a real god.
He couldn't help but have an urge to kneel down.
"I know who you are talking about, but he has a terrifying army beyond imagination. We can't win the war with him. We have lost everything, and now, only this special place can keep us alive." Abaddon resisted the urge to kneel down to the other party, trying to let him know his current predicament.
He suppressed his hatred deep in his heart, but that didn't mean he would succumb to the other party.
Don't imagine that the son of Cosonia will surrender.
The Son of Cosonia will endure, grow, and finally point his fangs once again at those who claim to be gods and masters.
"The power of the Empire is incomparably strong, and the gods are involved. We don't have enough troops to fight Guilliman." Honso also spoke up: "If we rest and recuperate, Guilliman may not give us this opportunity."
The gods were entangled with the Emperor.
Guilliman's army was further enhanced by technology.
The Eye of Terror is also in danger.
Even if they possessed enough power to destroy stars, they would not be able to take on the entire human empire.
"I am part of Yog-Sothoth. There is nothing I cannot do." Horus said, "He is not the only one with an army. New armies will descend upon this universe, and the stars will burn until they become part of Yog-Sothoth."
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The wriggling flesh and blood covered the entire void, and countless planets were wriggling with terrifying tentacles.
The huge star floated in the void, dim and without light, like an apple eaten by moths.
Huge black holes appeared on it.
Everything here is corrupted.
Monsters roam around.
The most terrifying of them all is the monster that was once called a god.
Their bodies are enormous, walking in the cosmic void covered with flesh and blood.
Slimy tentacles with mouthparts were wriggling on the surface of a body as huge as a planet.
Foul-smelling saliva dripped from the mouth full of sharp teeth.
They wander around the galaxy, hungry for food to satisfy their twisted, gluttonous souls.
In a giant fortress of destruction called Devouring Planet, hungry monsters lurked here, making low roars, craving for more flesh and blood.
And in the center of the fortress, Mar-Vell, who had been completely transformed into a twisted monster, was still trying to maintain his remaining sanity.
He sat alone on the throne of the fortress.
By his side are his comrades who once fought for justice.
They were heroes, and now, they are just complete monsters.
All of this is the work of Marvel, the superhero of yesteryear.
In the few remaining memories, one can get a glimpse of a broken past.
Marvel was once a superhero.
At that time, he was respectfully called Captain Marvel - Marvel.
Maintaining the tranquility of the universe and protecting world peace.
But one day, Marvel faced a death crisis.
He was seriously injured by his old enemy and was only one step away from actual death.
Death is inevitable and an important part of maintaining order and rationality.
Only when old things disappear can new things be born.
Only then can the path of truth continue to develop without end.
Eternity represents stagnation.
It represents the collapse of rationality and disorder.
Without death, there would be no new life.
The old things squeeze out the new things.
As a superhero who protects peace in the universe, Captain Marvel never thought that this day would come.
He is so powerful that he can travel alone in the void, release powerful rays, and easily destroy warships and repel thousands of enemy troops.
He has defeated numerous bullies who tried to dominate others.
Maintaining peace and happiness of the entire universe.
But he was going to die like a mortal.
When he saw the smug smile on his old enemy's face.
Many emotions such as resentment and anger surged in my heart.
He is so righteous and has done so many good things, why should he die
This damn fate.
Why do you do this!
He should live, and his nemesis should die.
Why is it reversed
Why should I die like this when I am a good person
Fate is so unfair!
Marvell's resentment was so great that it attracted the attention of an outsider, who pulled him into the eternal kingdom as he took his last breath.
Here, the other party promised him eternity as long as he became his follower.
In those endless years, death itself will disappear.
Only the eternal existence can continue forever.
The outsider promised to give Marvel infinite power so that he could overturn the damn fate.
Let him live forever, uphold justice, and protect the peace of the universe forever.
Marvel was moved, in order to continue fighting alongside his comrades, and to be able to protect his universe forever.
He chose to accept the blessing from outsiders.
In order to survive, for justice, and to continue protecting this universe.
Marvell thought he was right.
Having survived a near-fatal crisis, Marvel easily defeated his nemesis.
In the days that followed, he brought "salvation" to his own universe in accordance with the contract with the other party.
It brought the truth of the universe and provided the way to immortality to those creatures who were afraid of death.
Everyone will live forever in the blessing of outsiders.
Anyone who tried to resist him was defeated.
The Celestials, the Avengers, the Beyonders, the superheroes, and the creator gods who claimed to hold all the secrets of the world were all defeated.
Defeated by the desire for eternal life and the greed in one's heart.
The entire universe has been conquered by those who desire eternal life.
Every star and every civilization was dedicated by Marvel and his followers to the outsider who called himself Yog-Sothoth, so that the eternal kingdom could come.
Here, there is no more death.
Every life has gained eternity.
They can party here until the end of time.
If time had an end.
Mar-Vell stared into the dark void, waiting to be summoned by Yog-Sothoth.
Waiting for the call from the being that represents the trinity of time, space and life.
He has a powerful enough legion to conquer everything for the other side and bring salvation to those ignorant mortal creatures.
Every life that fears death will be saved.
The One who is all things never rejects any life that longs to join his embrace.
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A world without death, without decay, and time has no meaning.
Marvel waited, and continued the boring and long wait amid the howling of many corrupt superheroes.
Suddenly, a strange wave sounded.
Near the magnificent and huge Star Devouring Fortress.
The wriggling tentacles intertwined together to form an enormous portal.
A malicious light emanated from it.
Waves of singing came from inside.
This is the call of Yog-Sothoth.
This is the cry of the alien creatures longing for salvation.
Marvel smiled, and countless twisted companions screamed, longing for a new war, longing to get more attention from the One Who Returns All Things to One.
"Let's go, to a new world, to new enemies. We will fight for the great Yog-Sothoth, and grant eternity to those ignorant mortal lives." Marvel's voice was full of cruelty and tyranny, and his scarlet eyes revealed desire and excitement.
He can't wait to conquer more worlds.
Tremble and cry.
The terrifying Captain Marvel-Mar-Vell is coming.
As always, he will bring salvation.
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Gotham City.
The chaotic night of the past has now become extremely peaceful.
There were no shootings, no contraband smuggling, no robberies, and no murders.
After a company called Robinhood came into being, Gotham City's crime rate plummeted.
No one knows who is in control of this company, but it has quickly developed its business with its excellent products.
They are involved in all the industries that the Wayne Group is involved in.
They are also involved in industries that the Wayne Group is not involved in.
The company claims to be a beacon of humanity.
Within twenty years, humanity will become a civilization capable of interstellar travel.
If it were any other company, such a statement would naturally be just a scam.
But the Roboute Group is different, they really have the ability to do so.
First, it promoted the research and development of nuclear fusion energy reactors.
It is planned to build ten very large energy reactors within a year.
Used to ensure energy supply for all mankind.
The space program was launched again, and several spacecraft were created like magic.
The plan is to establish human colonies on various planets in the solar system within ten years.
This group is good in every way except that it has a special religious belief.
All new employees are required to believe in a being called the Emperor.
As long as partners believe in the Emperor, they can get a discount price immediately.
It is said that this existence will redeem the entire human society.
With the support of so many advanced technologies, the belief in the Emperor promoted by the Roboute Group quickly became popular and became one of the most popular beliefs.
Whether God allows you to go to heaven or not can only be known after you die.
The emperor can make people enjoy the benefits immediately.
Trust the Emperor, enjoy discounts and get subsidies.
After the first large space station capable of growing plants and equipped with gravity appeared in low-Earth orbit.
Presidents of various countries began to believe in the emperor.
God and Allah cannot send humans into space.
The Emperor can.
If you want to keep up with the pace of the future space industry, you have to keep up with the pace of Roboute Group.
The future of mankind lies in the hands of the Roboute Group.
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Bruce stood on the top floor of Wayne Building shrouded in darkness, gazing at the Roboute Building which was even more magnificent than Wayne Building.
He frowned slightly.
After the rise of the Roboute Group, the Wayne Group quickly lost its original market share.
Even if he possessed alien technologies such as Krypton and Mother Box, it would be difficult to save Wayne Building from its decline.
The other party has made great progress from basic physics to applied fields.
The Wayne Group was completely defeated.
In less than half a year, the Wayne Group fell from the throne of the world's number one.
The longevity technology promised by the other party made the Wayne Group's financial forces betray their capitalist identities.
Even if there is no betrayal, it is difficult to stop the rise of the Roboute Group.
In addition to using lifespan technology to instigate the division of the consortium's power.
The Robust Group also promised to provide a safety net for the entire human society.
Promise a life that from birth to death, there will be the most basic protection, ensuring that they will not starve to death, will not freeze to death, and will ensure the most basic survival and shelter.
The promise is that by working only forty hours a week, you can enjoy a life without worries about food and clothing, own an independent residence, and enjoy a healthy life.
The Robust Group also pledged to work hard to establish a fair and transparent social system, eliminate the exaggerated gap between the rich and the poor, and achieve fair competition in the true sense.
Such a promise is like gospel from an angel in the face of skyrocketing unemployment.
People chose to vote with their feet.
Whether it can be achieved or not is another matter, but just the slogan makes people feel yearning for it.
In this era of skyrocketing unemployment, official corruption, poor public security and rampant gangs, how bad can things get
The people's choice was soon rewarded.
Wherever the Roboute Group went, unemployment rates plummeted, and food and medical costs all dropped.
The slums are being renovated.
The other party is like a sophisticated machine, perfectly returning every penny earned to the local area.
If it weren't for those corrupt officials, it would be 100% perfect.
It can be said that the Wayne Group suffered an all-round dimensionality reduction attack.
It has no advantage in price competition and has suffered a complete defeat in public opinion.
The playboy image that Brews deliberately created is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
It’s the first time for everyone to be a human being.
Why are you born into a life of luxury, driving luxury cars and being a supermodel when you go out, partying every night, and becoming a so-called elite by relying on your parents' connections and wealth
Others have to work day and night, with no clothes to cover their bodies, no food to eat, dare not go to the hospital, dare not spend money, and even have to think twice before adding a chicken drumstick to the bland work meal?
Not only do they question the uneven distribution of wealth in society, but they also use the power of the media to spread hatred towards the rich and cannot bear to see others doing well.
So why can't people choose a company that can be more helpful to them.
The Wayne Group was devastated by the double blow.
Of course, the Wayne Group is still the second largest group in the world.
A rotten boat still has three pounds of nails.
The Roboute Group has risen too quickly, and the Wayne Group can still hold out for a while with its foundation.
It is inevitable that we will be surpassed by the other party.
By then, the Wayne Group will have completely declined and become a thing of the past.
Bruce's lavish lifestyle will also come to an end.
"Master." The butler's voice sounded.
Bruce retracted his gaze and looked at the butler with a slightly raised brow, "What's wrong?"
"We have lost 90 percent of the Metropolitan Medical market share." The butler said, "In addition, our market share in ocean trade and arms trade has also continued to decline."
"Were they all taken away by that so-called Roboute Company?" Bruce asked.
The butler nodded, "Yes, Master."
"I understand." Bruce turned his head again and looked at the brightly lit Roboute Group. He felt that this group was not that simple. How could they do good things? There must be a big conspiracy behind it.
Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound.
The light on the desk lit up, and the Wayne Group logo appeared on the screen on the wall.
"Asshole. I found what you want." Catwoman - Selina's voice came from the loudspeaker. In order to deal with the Roboute Group that rose so fast and possessed technology that was superior to his own, Bruce started investigating this group very early.
Unfortunately, the security of the Roboute Group is too strict.
There are also various high-tech equipment, and even Batman cannot sneak in.
He had no choice but to seek cooperation with Catwoman, Selina, who possessed magical powers.
"My goodness, the ambitions of the Roboute Group are too terrifying. They are building coordinates, as if to guide something here. Also, I found some evidence of their brainwashing for you, and I have sent it to you. Someone is coming, I have to retreat."
Bruce smiled when he heard Selina's words.
He knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
A company that does not ask for anything in return and possesses various technologies that are far beyond this era has come out and said it wants to build a fair human society.
There are no such saints in this world. They are pure liars.
There must be some hidden ambition behind this.
Bruce checked the documents Catwoman sent him and found that the other party was building a huge device in various places, which should be integrated.
It was obvious that they wanted to use this huge device to achieve ulterior motives.
I need to investigate this matter myself.
Bruce walked towards his secret room.
A moment later, the fully armed Batman leaped out of Wayne Building, and the reflection of the bat was reflected in the bright moonlight.
It's time to take action and expose this terrible conspiracy.
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The Robocampus base on the outskirts of Gotham City.
This base is the newest one built.
All over the world, the rapidly growing Robust Group is building bases and factories everywhere.
This base is also a relatively confidential project.
It is far away from human habitation and there are security guards outside.
"Hurry up, don't waste time." James shouted on the intercom, "There are still two hours before the shift change, patrol quickly and don't let nearby residents in, otherwise we will all be in trouble."
The former gangster has now transformed into a working man.
James's changes are huge.
It all started with an accident that night.
When the muzzle of the gun that was powerful enough to blow his head into pieces was pointed at his head, James thought he was dead.
Unexpectedly, not only did he not die, he also saw his half-brother Sam who had been missing for many years.
The other party is working for a huge organization called Empire.
When the two brothers met, their eyes were filled with tears.
Sam said that he was hit by a truck and then inexplicably traveled to another world.
I spent many years there and experienced many dangers, including monsters, evil spirits, gods and so on.
The Empire went to that world and established a base.
And brought them back.
Prepare to spread the glory of the empire in this world and establish outposts.
Consider that this world is full of humans.
They plan to use economic infiltration to seize control of the entire world.
James was also confused after hearing this, but in order to survive, he chose to join.
From watching the movies, the bloodbath on the streets and the gun fights seem really cool, awesome and handsome.
James didn't have that idea. He had seen many of his companions get stabbed several times for a few thousand dollars, with their intestines spilling out. How could that be cool
Living in a gang is very depressing and you never know when you will end up dead on the street.
If there is a good way to make a living, no one would want to live a life of living on the edge of a knife.
What happened next was that those mysterious people established the Roboute Group, which made rapid progress and became the largest group in the world.
He used various favorable conditions to win over the hearts of the people and gained the power to rule the entire world without bloodshed.
James doesn't have many ideas, which is a good thing.
Anyway, I can't get rich. Working eight hours a day, earning a good income, buying myself a house and a car, and having time to get together with my brothers and have a drink, is a pretty good life.
Compared with the previous life of living on the edge of a knife and going to jail at any time, it is simply heaven.
Bang, bang, bang sounds were heard.
The few lights used for lighting suddenly went out.
Before James realized what was happening, he felt a pain in his neck and everything went black.
Before he fell into a coma, his only thought was that someone had invaded.
Bruce walked out of the darkness, pulled the fallen security guard to a corner, and continued to sneak in.
The virus was used to paralyze the base's cameras and eliminate some of the security guards.
Bruce entered the base.
In the center of the base, he saw a horrifying scene.
A huge head connected by countless data cables is floating in the nutrient tank.
There was not just one, but more than a dozen nutrient tanks, all filled with heads severed from the neck.
There was a look of pain on every face.
"What kind of evil plan are these guys carrying out?" Bruce said in horror as he looked at these things.
Continuing to walk inside, Bruce also discovered a large number of culture tanks.
The experimental subject has grown terrible muscles and is several times larger than other people.
Bruce frowned slightly. It was obvious that the Roboute Group intended to use these modified humans to rule the world.
After taking control of the world's economic lifeline, they created a large number of these modified humans, using brainwashing technology.
By then, no one will be able to stop them from ruling the world.
Bruce took pictures of these things, and they are all evidence of the crime.
The conspiracy behind the Roboute Group is frightening just thinking about it.
There are so many heads here.
If they were allowed to control the world, their methods would only become more cruel.
It is necessary to convene the members of the Justice League, formulate an emergency plan, collect more evidence about the crimes of the Roboute Group, and find a way to eliminate this cancer.
For the sake of justice, we cannot allow this group to continue to develop in an uncontrolled manner.