If falling into the hands of Su Ziyu was a blow to the proud Empress Isabella, then being controlled by the Void Nightmare once again was a severe ntal defeat. She had never felt so small, to the point where she now desperately longed for power.
The chanical arm on the dical bed quickly moved, accompanied by the opening of a silver-gray sealed tal box, from which a silver-white syringe was taken out.
The contents inside looked a bit like rcury, but in fact, it was filled with extrely tiny active nanorobots. When injected into the human body, they would beco part of the red blood cells and integrate with the nano neural bundles, forming a semi-chanized nano artificial ecological circulation system, and fully activating the auxiliary chip in her body.
This modification would even extend to the skin, forming a micro-current field on the skin surface that could connect and control the Interstellar Warrior Armor. After complete transformation, certain changes would occur to the skin of the recipient.
Of course.
Doing this is not without cost. The price of accepting such modifications is a certain degree of emotional deficit, and eventually, there is even the possibility of being infected with 'chanized Mind' and 'Nano Neural Worm Disease'.
The silver-white syringe pierced into Empress Isabella's spine, then the tal liquid, resembling rcury, slowly injected into her body. Empress Isabella's expression was extrely painful at this ti, but she gritted her teeth and endured it. The entire process lasted less than half a minute, but when it was over, Empress Isabella was drenched in cold sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of water.
Her heart began to accelerate.
Empress Isabella's pupils showed signs of slight dilatation, with her pupils expanding like a kaleidoscope, followed by the ergence of strands of silver irises, and then her expanded pupils began to contract, projecting so data signals onto her retina.
"Second heart activated."
"Genetic detection system activated!"
"Lehmann's ear activated!"
"Blood regeneration system activated!"
"AI personality auxiliary system activated!"
"Interstellar Warrior - [Holy Blood Angel] complete form achieved!... Consuming blood will read the target's genetic genes, automatically acquiring part of the target's abilities, knowledge, and mory stored in the genetic genes!..."
Cold prompts erged in Empress Isabella's mind. When she opened her eyes, she could hear slight sounds from hundreds of ters away, necessitating using thought to filter them to maintain normal hearing. Her heartbeat gradually steadied but beca more powerful, as the blood filtration system operated efficiently, continuously providing nutrients to the body. A part of the digitized information connected to the implanted chip in her brain, automatically projecting onto the retina to form a unique auxiliary control system. When she stood up from the dical bed, her expression was completely calm. Empress Isabella slowly walked into a sealed chamber nearby, and upon opening one of the storage cabinets, a set of blood-red Interstellar Warrior Armor appeared before her eyes.
Three chanical arms extended from the walls, quickly assisting Empress Isabella in donning the Interstellar Warrior Armor before her. As the blood-red visor descended, a blood-red drop of blood appeared in the center, with wing-like white insignias on either side slowly erging before gradually disappearing.
"Comnce neural connection!"
"Implant completed!"
"Current neural connection power at 97%!... Initiating energy core!..."
Buzz.
The blood-red light blade lit up in the dim chamber.
When Empress Isabella's figure reappeared, she had transford into a Space Marine enveloped in blood-red armor, sprinting out at a speed of less than two seconds per hundred ters, then tearing open the elevator before her with bare hands, leaping dozens of ters in a single bound, and driving her palm directly into the hard tal wall. It took less than a second for her to flip in a relay and land at the top of a vertical passage over a hundred ters high.
The blood-red light blade flashed by.
A twenty-centiter-thick alloy steel wall was directly carved into a 'door', and with the heavy tallic footsteps, Empress Isabella's figure broke through the wall and rushed towards the central command hall.
She had never completed the last modification procedure for the Holy Blood Angel. If not for the series of crises, she, with her intense sense of self, might have never undergone this last modification procedure in her entire life, as she knew very well what changes would occur to her after completing this last modification procedure.
The Imperial Family mbers have a penchant for blood, a gene left by their ancestors, also a side effect of certain modifications, already branded into the genetic gene.
Once all the modification procedures are completed, this genetic gene will be fully awakened.
That's the genetic seed of [Holy Blood Angel]!
"Hold on!... I'll be right there!..." Empress Isabella bit her lower lip, pushing the Interstellar Warrior Armor's power to the maximum.
Her figure was like a blood-red afterimage, rapidly sprinting through the vast, dark hallway.
Boom!
The heavy tal door was cut open by the blood-red light blade. When the fully battle-ready Empress Isabella broke through the wall and returned to the command hall, she did not see the tragic scene she had imagined.
Because in front of her, there was a man crouching on the ground, curiously observing a dark sphere in his hand.
"Back so soon?" The man tossed the black sphere in his hand, his voice slightly tinged with exhaustion, saying, "This pesky thing was rather hard to handle."
"Look at this quickly!"
"After its form was destroyed, it turned into this kind of ball."
Empress Isabella's expression showed slight bewildernt. She opened the Space Marine visor, reaching out in astonishnt to catch the black sphere tossed by the other person.
A faint sense of panic and unease emanated from the sphere.
Her heartbeat seed to miss a beat.
Empress Isabella's gaze swept around the command hall, which was in complete disarray and charred, with the pockmarked tal walls scarred with battle marks, all electronic equipnt exploded, and the nearby tempered glass covered in dense, snowflake-like cracks. In the center was a tal pit about five ters in diater, with so molten tal slowly solidifying.
The battle was already over.
Before she arrived.
Empress Isabella suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a sense of loss, her gaze inevitably falling on the man's fair neck, and instinctively, she extended her tongue to lick her dry lips.
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