Warhammer: Do Not Call Me the God of All Machines
Chapter 678

Space Wolves Logan

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Logan's memories were fragmented, as though he had collided and fused with another version of himself.

His head felt like it was splitting apart. Countless fragments of memory flashed through his mind, and those unfamiliar scenes instinctively filled him with fear and unease.

Things he had never experienced remained in his mind with astonishing clarity.

The most terrifying scene was of himself lying inside a transparent sarcophagus filled with coolant, while countless metal needles pumped molten metal into his body.

Lox stood beside him. Without thinking much, Logan intended to subdue the bastard and force him to explain exactly what he had done to him.

But when he tried to move his body, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He seemed... too tall.

The original Logan had stood over 1.8 meters tall, with muscles far stronger and sturdier than those of an ordinary man, but he had at least remained within the normal human range.

But now, even while his lower body still sat on the operating table, merely straightening his upper body gave him an entirely different perspective.

He spread his hands in disbelief. Something seemed to be embedded beneath his hairless skin.

They were symmetrical black indentations, resembling docking ports for some sort of device. In any case, they were definitely not something a normal human should possess.

Several tubes delivering nutrients and drugs were still plugged into Logan's body, but in his fury, he tore every one of them free and sent them crashing to the floor.

The mutant who had completed the augmentation surgery stood barefoot on the ground. By his own estimation, his bare height was at least 2.5 meters.

His incomparably powerful muscles bulged in dense masses. The original Logan had already been a hulking man among men, but compared to his current self,

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