Time sped by like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, another twenty-four hours had passed in an instant.
At this point, all Astartes Space Marines had successfully completed the body enhancement drug injection process.
With a crisp hiss, the doors of the enhancement pods slowly opened. Thick white mist immediately filled the laboratory hall, completely obscuring Nack and the other two's vision.
A few seconds later, the dense mist gradually began to disperse. At that moment, Azrael shot out of an enhancement pod like an arrow loosed from a bow.
"Hahaha! I've become even stronger now!"
Azrael's triumphant, wild laughter exploded through the empty laboratory like rolling thunder, deafening to the ears.
Nack and the other two all turned their eyes toward Azrael. His body had undergone a startling change. He had grown to a height of 2.8 meters, and his physique had become even broader, more muscular, and more powerful than before.
"Could this... be true power?" Azrael muttered, slowly clenching his fists.
In an instant, the muscles throughout his body tightened and knotted together, like pieces of tightly joined, indestructible armor clinging to his frame, radiating a terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe.
"Hahaha! This feeling of power is simply incredible!"
The Astartes' bold, unrestrained laughter rose and fell, echoing endlessly through the vast laboratory hall.
These Astartes were doing their utmost to adapt to bodies made unfamiliar by their sudden increase in strength. That abrupt, surging sense of power was like a raging tide, as though it would break through the dam of reason and completely drown them.
Every cell was cheering, every nerve trembling with excitement, leaving all the Astartes like lit powder kegs as they fell into an extremely exhilarated state.
However, this state would not last long, even though they