Lin Fan finally found a relatively high spot. The two Boyz beside it, each carrying a big gun, had already been cut down by him, and their blood had sprayed all over him.
"Oh! God, these sticky fluids feel so awful. New Master, are you into this sort of thing? How perverted~" The clothes teased him. Though it said that, it was obvious the garment did not enjoy being soaked in blood.
With a faint, high-frequency vibration, the blood was quickly shaken off, leaving Lin Fan's shapeshifting armor clean and pristine.
"Say, won't you look suspicious if you're this clean later?"
"It's fine~ I'm very capable, you know~" Little Yi understood what Lin Fan meant and began changing again. The manifested armor became worn and filthy.
Scraped-off paint and scratches from impacts, soot-blackened patches scorched by flames, the strange colors of dried blood and viscera—all of it appeared across the armor. There were even dents and bullet marks, making it look all the more battle-worn.
"This really is impressive." Lin Fan marveled at the advanced technology of humanity's Golden Age, along with the technology of the Necrontyr dynasties. Science at that level was hardly different from magic.
If these clothes were ever mass-produced, everyone selling clothing would go bankrupt. And those whose interests were harmed would surely risk their lives to destroy this relic from antiquity.
If it could replicate battle damage, could these clothes copy Terminator armor—or even an Emperor Titan? After all, in Little Yi's era, those things had merely been construction equipment.
"Can you turn into something like Space Marine power armor?"
"That? Of course I can~ But..." The clothes fell silent for a moment, then tightened around him, as though hugging Lin Fan and acting cute. "But it's very difficult~ My essence is a nanite swarm.