Synthetic Human Bloodline

One of the main reasons why the senior engineer stayed on the Sky Carrier for more than half a month was for this newly created human-headed leopard.

To be precise, he wanted to use the transformation of this human-headed leopard to verify the possibility of his own transformation.

As the senior engineer spoke, Gilbert the human-headed leopard suddenly rolled over and stood up, his two arms beginning to retract into his abdomen, where the 'distributed shipborne engine' entered and merged into the main engine.

At the same time, the human-headed leopard's head hangs down to its chest, its mouth opens, and the missile launcher on its back moves into its mouth, transforming into a rotating missile launcher under the action of ligaments.

As for its legs, countless supports pierced out from its buttocks, and a large amount of flesh began to spread along the alloy supports. Under the super flesh-healing power of the gene hybrid, two thick giant legs took shape.

At the same time, a thick metal spear popped out from the right hand, which was vaguely visible as a metal spine.

As for the left hand, a portable energy cannon pierced out from the shoulder, and as it extended, it spat out countless teeth, which were then embedded in the cannon body by the help of flesh and blood. The two main cannons combined to form an arm, and the teeth turned into rings of toothed chains. As the muzzle glowed, the teeth on the 'upper and lower arms' rotated wildly, turning into a rotating cannon hammer.

As a head remarkably similar to the human-headed dog emerged from the abdominal cavity, the transformation was complete.

Its mechanical energy suddenly surged by 100,000 points, but at the cost of its biological energy decreased by 50,000 points.

On the system panel, a series of skills from the 'Gene Collection' began to refresh, transforming the 'Leopard Warrior's' abilities.

Skills: Mechanical Power Hammer Lv5 (Elite), Earthquake Lv7 (Expert), Plasma Gun Lv8 (Expert), Mechanical Grenade Launcher Lv2 (Expert), Leopard-Type Neural Combat Arsenal Lv4 (Expert), Combat Learning Panel Lv4 (Expert)

Although a large amount of blood gushed out from the transformed parts during the transformation, resulting in a loss of 100,000 health points, it was reassuring that no module stalled midway.

This "Leopard Warrior" has a very obvious sense of déjà vu, such as the long spear transformed from the "Alloy Spine" and the rotating hammer similar to the "Microcomputer Knuckle Duster".

Others are blueprints for the security forces, including melee exoskeletons and hybrid bodies.

The rest are the senior engineers' own ideas, such as decentralized and aggregated shipborne engines, neural combat libraries made to resemble combat chips, and attribute panels similar to systems.

These are not entirely blueprints, for no other reason than that he is taking an integration approach, meaning that only a portion of these blueprints can be used.

The remaining integration process is for the senior engineers to explore on their own.

As the transformation was complete, the 'Leopard Warrior's' eyes lit up again, and countless combat data appeared in them.

"Go and fight!"

The "Leopard Warrior," with its head resembling a human-headed dog, nodded at the senior engineer. Its two mechanical legs began to gallop wildly, and visible currents began to flash on the surface of the plasma whip. With a flash of light, the shadow of the spear extended fifty meters away, and countless ancient machines were blown to pieces wherever it passed.

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by a spear thrust out like a dragon.

At the same time, he nimbly turned and slammed his right-hand serrated hammer down, smashing an oncoming tank-like robot into pieces.

The senior engineer verified that this thing's hammering force is ten times that of a hydraulic breaker. While others can open up mountains and build roads, this thing can crack alloys.

It is clear that although the movements were much slower, the efficiency of killing was increased by at least three times.

Soon, most of the ancient robots near the base were cleared out, and the rest were dealt with like whack-a-mole, popping up one by one and smashing them.

The efficiency of 'production' can no longer keep up with the efficiency of destruction.

"Let's go in."

The senior engineer took the lead and walked towards the "metal bread". Dean Zhao was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed behind, opening his mouth but ultimately not saying anything.

He really wanted to ask why the humanoid robot, which was nearly 30 meters tall, was so agile, and how it could perform some of the more skillful tactical maneuvers that even some gymnasts couldn't.

Even combat robots equipped with combat systems are utterly weak compared to their opponent.

He had no doubt that if a fight really broke out, this super strange robot could take on ten or twenty people at once.

The senior engineer walked into the passageway where the 'metal floor' was faintly visible, and soon, a beam of electronic scanning light flashed by.

The fog returned to the senior engineer's eyes, and Tong Kong transformed into the shape of Old Gold Tooth, while a "soldier's nameplate" appeared on his neck.

"Private Class 3 at Divine Weapon Base - Verification Passed"

Although the Empire has reached the level of a second-tier civilization, it is clearly only at the initial stage and lacks experience in dealing with its peers.

Its defense system is completely ineffective against the second-tier bloodline True Eye.

However, this place is indeed heavily fortified; even after decades, there are still five or six different defense systems.

Using his status as a private, Senior Engineer successfully crossed the outer perimeter, but was blocked at the last checkpoint.

It was the head of a large armored creature with a slit in its mouth.

Private Jin Xiaohai, please leave immediately. Your rank is insufficient for access to the Seagull Center.

"Be careful, there should be an Imperial Type III charged particle cannon installed here."

Suddenly, Geng 12453 said.

Unlike the old rogues of the previous generation of hunters, these synths are very taciturn except when they encounter something that interests them.

The human-headed leopard gave them quite a shock.

They couldn't help but compare it to the Empire's "clumsy and bulky" mechs.

The outcome was quite pessimistic.

Those are players in a completely different league.

It's like an archer facing a machine gunner; unless they exhaust the opponent's energy, they can't think of a way to win.

However, what shocked them even more was yet to come.

With a thought, the remaining half of the 'Black Prince's Blood' was injected into his body.

This time it felt much smoother than the last time.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the colony, stimulated, unleashed its full power and transformed into a 'neuronal armor'.

Moreover, unlike the previous form-fitting metal bodysuit, it transformed into a magnificent mechanical robe, engraved with mythical beasts unique to the civilized era, which, according to the current translation, are called Night Scales.

A unique feeling arises.

The senior engineer couldn't help but take a step forward.

The next moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the whole world turned black.

As his toes touched the ground, the entire black world shattered, and raging black waves surged higher and higher, leaving cracks in the metal surfaces wherever they passed, and causing all the inspection systems to crash on the spot.

As the black light swept across the house-sized mech's head, the charged particle cannons around its eyes instantly went out.

The rigid and stiff electronic sounds seemed to have become a little more enthusiastic.

Welcome, Your Highness.

The senior engineer didn't need to turn around to guess the shocked expressions on the faces of the three old men behind him.

[You have comprehended Imperial Might (Gray)]

As the blood of the Black Prince King was extracted, the skill status quickly turned gray.

However, this time it was much better than the last time, when no results were left at all.

This top-tier blood injection is like diarrhea; before, it was impossible to hold it in, but now at least you can hold it in for a while.

The senior engineer walked in and found that the "Seagull Center" was not large, consisting of just one small room.

One locker, three computers.

Seeing this desktop computer, the engineer felt a pang of nostalgia and skillfully pressed the power button.

Without a password, the senior engineer easily logged in.

The computer contains internal data from the Divine Weapon Base, mainly concerning personnel deployment and maritime patrol missions.

The second computer, however, yielded quite a harvest.

Those are experimental data from the Empire's latest mech models: War Bear Type III, IV, and V.

It can be seen that the Empire's mechs have gradually upgraded from 'manual joystick control' to 'neural control'.

However, it is clear that this technology is not mature, and the pilots experienced obvious physical discomfort, nausea and vomiting, and some even fainted halfway through the operation.

They are missing a blueprint for the external neural connection device.

The first computer was used for personnel allocation, the second for experimental data, but the third computer was completely empty.

The senior engineer frowned, then skillfully began the operation, only to find that even the 'registry' had been completely cleaned up.

That familiar feeling from before vanished in an instant.

However, the senior engineer's "eye of truth" never saw "black" again.

Immediately, the senior engineer used force to open the safe, which contained design blueprints for more than a dozen different mechs, all of which were small to medium-sized models, that were in service at the "Divine Weapon" base.

A different system voice sounded.

[Task failed to complete]

The mission failure diminished the senior engineer's joy at receiving the mecha design blueprints considerably.

It wasn't because he failed his first mission. In fact, he failed countless missions in his previous life, so this one wouldn't make a difference.

Rather, it was the inexplicable failure of this "Machine Vengeance Soul".

"Is it an undeveloped mechanical revolution? Impossible. Mechanical Revolution is a cosmic-scale storyline, and it's something for the next version."

"Was it the Knights' AI that deleted the file? That's quite possible, but what did it delete? Its physical address?"

The senior engineer always felt it wasn't that simple.

Even after returning to the mothership, the senior engineer continued to ponder this question.

While the senior engineer was pondering, No. 53145, No. 31134, and No. 12453 were exchanging glances.

Finally, the three men made up their minds, walked up to the senior engineer, knelt on one knee, and stared with fervent eyes:

"The Imperial synths are willing to offer their loyalty to you."

[Numbers C53145, D31134, and G12453 have joined the faction, granting the faction +600,000 experience]

[The "Mechanical Hunter Faction" has activated the Bloodline System and obtained the "Synthetic Bloodline"]

Synthetic: A low-level support unit developed by the Empire to meet its ever-increasing manpower needs. This bloodline can randomly acquire a mechanical talent.

The performance was quite good, and she finally won the hearts of these three old guys.