Inside the archives.
A platinum-gold light erupted from Sieg Hart's chest, and in an instant, the walls, floor, and ceiling began to melt, causing the entire base to suddenly sink downwards.
However, the explosion did not spread further.
An invisible layer of psychic power enveloped Sieg Hart's body, firmly locking the newly expanded ball of light in place. The energy, which was originally enough to destroy the entire base, was forcibly compressed into an area with a diameter of less than three meters.
The light clusters kept colliding, causing one bulge after another to appear on their surface.
Chen Mo stood a few steps away, pointing and gesturing at Sieg Hart.
"You guys, just Glory Class that, self-destruct? Did you sign a bomb disposal agreement when you joined the company?"
Sieg Hart could no longer hear; his body was rapidly disintegrating in the light, his flesh, bones, and internal organs being torn apart by energy, yet unable to disperse under the suppression of his psychic power.
Chen Mo raised his other hand.
A fluid-like mechanical mass flowed from the palm of the hand, quickly deforming upon landing on the ground. A few seconds later, six half-person-high, arc-shaped machines surrounded the mass of light, with metal supports unfolding to both sides.
The textures on the mechanical surface lit up one by one.
Dozens of thin rays pierced the platinum orb, separating the chaotic energy within layer by layer. The outermost shock was stripped away, followed by high temperature and radiation, until only the purest transformative energy remained within Sieg Hart's body.
The previously uncontrollable ball of light gradually quieted down.
Chen Mo stroked his chin.
"Luckily, I have a lot of skill points."
A machine emitted a short, sharp beep.
Storage limit reached.
"How come you're full after eating so little?"
Chen Mo tapped the mechanical casing. "I still need to spend some time figuring out how to improve you."
The machine, of course, wouldn't answer.
The remaining energy continued to assault the psychic barrier. Sieg Hart's battered body had shrunk into a ball, with only half of his heart still beating in his chest.
Chen Mo did not waste any more time.
He stepped into the ball of light, his right hand piercing through the churning platinum energy and plunging directly into Sieg Hart's chest.
The dark red blood vessels spread rapidly.
Sieg Hart's remaining flesh and blood, enveloped by tentacles, along with the extracted modified energy, surged into Chen Mo's body.
The archives fell silent again.
Nothing happened.
Chen Mo waited a few seconds.
That's it?
He sensed the changes in his body, and the expectation on his face gradually disappeared.
Although both are Glory Class, Sieg Hart's energy ceiling is lower than Siegfried's. The only thing worth studying, Overload Mode, Chen Mo could already use, and he wouldn't die after using it.
"They sounded really impressive, but they didn't even give us a new skill."
Chen Mo shook his head.
However, this guy is definitely a tough guy.
A flood of memories rushed into his mind along with the Blacklight Virus.
The first place to appear was a small town in southern Germany.
Young Sieg Hart sat on his father's shoulders, holding a small wooden sword in his hand. His mother followed beside him, carrying freshly bought bread.
At that time, he didn't know what war was.
His biggest problem was that his father had promised to make him a wooden horse, but in the end, he made a donkey whose legs were not even the same length.
Then, World War I broke out.
Sieg Hart, who had just come of age, volunteered to join the army. Like countless other young men, he boarded the train in his brand-new uniform, expecting to return home with medals in a few months.
But the war lasted for four years.
The trench was filled with mud, corpses, and rats. He watched as people around him died one by one. Some were torn apart by shells, some died from poison gas, and some only had infected wounds on their feet, which eventually rotted away, leaving half of their legs.
Sieg Hart survived.
He returned to his hometown with two medals, but he was not greeted with flowers.
My father died of starvation, and my mother disappeared after selling the house. The streets were crowded with wounded soldiers, and a bundle of banknotes could only buy half a piece of moldy bread.
Those who once spurred them to rush to the battlefield turned around and shifted all the blame onto the soldiers.
Defeat, reparations, unemployment, and endless humiliation.
Sieg Hart once believed that the country he was protecting was dead.
Until someone found him again.
They gave him food, a uniform, and new honors, and told him that Germany would rise again.
Sieg Hart became one of the earliest test subjects.
More than 18,000 people entered the laboratory with him, but only four people left alive. After more than ten years of modifications, he was the only one left.
But he never regretted it.
Even though he was trembling with fear, he still stepped into the elevator.
Because in Sieg Hart's view, he could die, but the glory of the empire could not fall again.
"Unfortunately, your empire still had to fall."
Chen Mo finished reading his memories, but his expression remained unchanged.
Beliefs are something to be respected, but that doesn't mean you can escape punishment if you're on the wrong side.
Looking further back, a highly confidential plan came to mind.
Supreme Class Creation Project.
The Glory Class is not the end of Germany modification technology. As early as two years ago, the highest experimental department began to try to combine the Blood of Woden with the abilities of Mutants.
They are preparing to create a life form that surpasses even the Glory Class.
Currently, the only experimental subject is Sebastian Shaw.
Sieg Hart last saw Shaw three months ago.
By then, Xiao had completed the initial modifications; simply by standing in the laboratory, his body could continuously absorb the surrounding heat, electricity, and radiation.
According to the researchers' speculation, once the surgery is fully completed, conventional weapons will be unable to harm him. Instead, all the energy released during the war will become his food.
Many researchers involved in the project privately believe they are witnessing the birth of a new god.
Chen Mo opened his eyes.
"Why is it God again?"
He's met quite a few gods, but none of them were particularly formidable.
"I wonder what this new god will taste like."
Unfortunately, Sieg Hart was only in charge of base defense and did not know the location of the surgery. The only thing he could confirm was that the third sample of Blood of Woden had also been sent to the Supreme Class Project.
The Black King took not one portion, but two.
"It was hidden quite well."
Chen Mo put away several Eternals machines, and black and red tentacles spread out from his feet, drilling into the entire base along the cracks in the walls and the ground.
Now that we're here, we can't just take away a stone tablet and a few documents.
The experimental equipment, modification materials, and researchers all need to be packed up and taken away.
As for the remaining German troops, they can be used to replenish the stockpile of the Blacklight Virus.
Four underground floors.
Several guards were already lying outside the cell door.
The man with the severed finger picked up a rifle and fired several shots at the lock. Even after he ran out of bullets, the cell door remained locked.
The old man next to him looked at the deformed padlock.
"Why don't you try poking it a couple more times?"
The man with the severed finger turned pale.
"If you can do it, then you do it."
"If I were capable, would I still be locked up with you?"
At the other end of the corridor, a thin experimental subject emerged from a ventilation opening, clutching a bunch of keys in his hand.
"Make way, I've found the key!"
The man with the severed finger's eyes lit up.
Where did you get this?
"Duty Room."
How did you get in?
The skinny man pointed to his body, "After they gave me the injections, I lost forty pounds. Aside from not being able to get enough to eat, crawling through holes is quite convenient."
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
This ability sounds somewhat like a loss.
The key was inserted into the lock, and the cell door finally opened.
Several people who were still able to move immediately helped the wounded up; the man with the severed finger carried the younger girl on his back, while another person supported the pregnant woman.
"Take the stairs, don't take the elevator."
The old man picked up the pistol from the ground. "If there are guards outside, I'll shoot first, then you keep running."
They had just rushed out of the corridor when a series of screams suddenly came from above.
The next second, the ceiling cracked.
Dozens of black and red tentacles pierced through the metal layer and coiled around the approaching German soldiers. Some raised their guns and fired, but the bullets had no effect on the tentacles; instead, they were entangled by even more blood vessels.
The flesh and blood vanished rapidly, leaving only uniforms and weapons lying on the ground.
Everyone who had escaped froze.
The man with the severed finger looked at the tentacles that covered the corridor and slowly lowered his rifle.
"I suddenly feel like maybe a prison cell would be safer?"
The old man swallowed.
"Is it too late for us to go back now?"
Who has the key?
The skinny man raised his hand. "It's with me."
"Then what are you standing there for? Open the door!"
He had just turned around when a thick tentacle blocked the doorway.
More tentacles surged from all sides, surrounding them in the center. Several children closed their eyes in fear, the pregnant woman clutched her belly tightly, and the man with the severed finger raised his unloaded rifle, standing in front of the crowd.
Don't be afraid.
After he finished speaking, he added, "If all else fails, we'll all die pretty quickly anyway."
You'd be better off not saying anything.
The black and red tentacles rose simultaneously.
While everyone was busy praying to God, a dark red smoke suddenly emanated from the tip of the tentacle.
The smoke quickly enveloped everyone.
When they opened their eyes again, the cold underground base had vanished.
A group of people stood at the edge of the woods outside the mining area, with abandoned warehouses visible in the distance.
The man with the severed finger touched his body.
My arms are still there, my legs are still there, hey, I can still walk!
The girl on his back asked softly, "Uncle, are we still alive?"
He paused for a few seconds, stunned.
I think so.
The old man raised his hand and slapped him.
Does it hurt?
"You old bastard! I've put up with you for far too long!"