The Intelligent Machines God Begins Micromanagement

"That's impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Inside the central control room of the Intelligent Machines Fortress, countless flashing holographic interfaces and torrents of data were reflected on the cold metal walls.

The consciousness of the Intelligent Machines God, like a bolt of lightning, rampaged through the vast data network, stirring up waves of anger that almost materialized.

He was the master of this steel nation, the unified will of trillions of mechanical units, but at this moment, he truly felt out of control.

He was watching live footage from the front lines.

Our own front lines of defense have already crumbled!

That was the edge of the battlefield in the seventh district on the southeastern wing of the fortress, which should have been a one-sided crushing defeat.

Three entire echelons of the Intelligent Machines Army, equipped with the latest "Destroyer" mechs, nimble and ghostly Intelligent Machines Spider Reconstruction, and a deluge of self-destructing detectors... These units have crushed countless civilizations in multiple star systems, and even destroyed many ancient civilizations that had been developing for hundreds of millions of years.

But now, they are as fragile as a thin layer of ice in front of five thousand Space Marines.

Even with a significant numerical advantage in troops.

In the scene, a Space Marine is dodging a high-energy particle cannon shot with near-teleportation speed, while the thrusters on the back of his Power Armour spew out arcs of eerie blue light.

The Chainsword in his hand emitted a deep, murderous roar before he brought it down in a single strike!

The three-meter-tall Intelligent Machines Spider split in two, sparks and coolant spraying out like blood, instantly condensing into ice crystals in the void of Universe.

On the other side, four or five giant mechs opened fire simultaneously, their scorching beams weaving a web of death. Yet, several Space Marines moved with superhuman coordination, their wrist-mounted explosive guns hitting the energy conduction tubes at the mechs' joints with pinpoint accuracy each time.

Within seconds, the behemoth collapsed to its knees, then exploded internally and turned into scrap metal.

This is not war at all.

This is dismantling. This is slaughter. This is an absolute crushing victory in terms of performance!

"Superior in both troop strength and performance... how is that possible...?"

The logic module of the Intelligent Machines God was on the verge of crashing due to overload.

He quickly deployed all available sensors and reanalyzed every detail of the battlefield.

Space Marines ' Power Armour is not made of any known alloy, and its surface occasionally displays subtle energy patterns that appear to deflect attacks in real time.

Their speed far exceeds the reaction limit of the servo motors in mechanical units; even more terrifying is that their tactical coordination requires no communication delay at all, as if they share a single consciousness network.

"This can't go on... otherwise the entire defense line will collapse completely."

"Those bastards could storm the Intelligent Machines Core at any moment!"

The core processor of the Intelligent Machines God began operating at an unprecedented speed, and its cold, decisive action quickly overshadowed the previous shock.

"All Intelligent Machines units, heed my command!"

Centralized permissions! Switch the control link to highest priority!

"I will be in direct command!"

He no longer trusts the autonomous responses of grassroots AI.

Faced with an absolute disparity in speed and power, distributed decision-making appears cumbersome and sluggish.

Only by concentrating all computing power and implementing precise "Micromanagement" down to each individual soldier can we possibly turn the tide.

At this moment, the Intelligent Machines God extended its self-awareness like blood vessels. A massive torrent of data surged from the depths of the fortress, transforming into countless dark blue optical cables that connected to every remaining medium-sized unit on the battlefield like nerve bundles!

The autonomous red light that had been flashing in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by a colder, more uniform, ghostly blue.

It's very similar to Yuri controlling the status of other units in the Bear Country.

This is the second line of defense for the Intelligent Machines Civilization, its backbone. If this line of defense is breached, the Intelligent Machines Army will be completely wiped out.

At this moment, the Intelligent Machines God personally descended upon each machine.

His consciousness split into tens of thousands of parts, then merged back into one. In His "eyes," the entire battlefield had transformed into a massive real-time strategic sandbox.

And he was the only one playing the game.