In his current state, Su Yang could not resist these guards. He could only let them take him away.
The moment he stepped out of the transport ship, an immense Interstellar Port appeared before him... There were no fewer than a thousand similar transport ships nearby. Streams of people emerged from them like worker ants, then were swiftly sorted and sent to their designated locations.
Su Yang felt a pang of dread. He wanted to resist, but the heavily guarded military port before him quickly crushed that stirring impulse. In the past, he could have destroyed a port like this with a wave of his hand...
"Su Yang, this is your number: 949527! Keep it safe. From now on, it's your only identification!" Before long, Su Yang was taken into an old barracks.
He could sense no vitality here. Everyone wore a blank expression, their eyes hollow and their movements stiff, like puppets. "Orders from above: modify this batch of cannon fodder as quickly as possible. They must be assembled before sunrise!"
They gave Su Yang no time to adjust. The instant he entered the barracks, he was sent into an enormous production line... Unable to resist, he had another large dose of sedative anesthetic gas injected into his body.
One Interstellar Slave after another was fed into the production line. Exquisitely precise Human Modification Lathes began frantically modifying the bodies delivered to them.
The process was standardized, but the subjects varied in quality. Anyone who failed to survive the modifications was immediately discarded. Only those who endured the entire process would be deployed onto the battlefield.
The sedative anesthetic gas rendered Su Yang's body immobile, but it could not numb his mind... These modifications were practically a devastating blow to him. They meant his body would become even harder