Since bringing Crassus back to the laboratory, Logo has kept the doors tightly shut, leaving all family affairs to Lunbate to handle himself, and forbidding anyone from disturbing him.
So much so that he was unaware of the subsequent outbreak of war.
On the metal table, Crassus, stripped of his Thunder Tiger Mecha, lay quietly, his life force so weak it resembled a dim candle flame, as if a gust of wind could extinguish it. This was only after Logo had exerted all his strength to stabilize his vital signs; one could imagine how dangerous Crassus's condition was.
If he were to go to the Elf Race to buy the Water of Life, not to mention whether he could even buy it back, the time it would take to go back and forth would be enough for Crassus to die ten times over.
"Will the Life Essence completely decay in 13 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds?" Logo murmured, as countless data points flooded in like a waterfall within his Eye of Insight.
"That's enough!"
Logo's pupils focused, and with a thought, the Fire of Birth surged forth, covering his body and then forming thousands of fine, hair-like golden-blue threads.
These threads connected to Crassus's brain at one end, and to Logo's Eye of Insight on his forehead at the other.
His first task was not to heal the injuries, but to upload Crassus's consciousness to Higher-Dimensional Information Space through a soul link.
In this way, even if Crassus's physical body dies completely, his consciousness will remain, and he will have plenty of opportunities to be resurrected in the future.
However, it's hard to say whether he would still be Crassus after being resurrected like this.
Of course, uploading consciousness was just a precautionary measure by Logo, not the real goal.
Buzz!
The threads formed by the Fire of Birth trembled slightly, and some white light spots emerged from Crassus's brain, disappeared into the Eye of Insight, and then entered the Higher-Dimensional Information Space, transforming into a star.
After finishing, Logo wiped the sweat from his forehead. Both the consciousness transfer and the soul link had taken a huge toll on his mental strength. Fortunately, it was successful, and Logo breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out a vial of deep blue medicine, uncorked it, and drank it all in one gulp.
The sound of rushing water filled his ears, Logo's mind calmed down. His depleted Divine Power rapidly recovered, and the previously dimmed Fire of Birth blazed brightly again.
"Continue!"
With a glint in his eyes, Logo took out a vial of semi-transparent, slightly reddish liquid and, using the Fire of Birth, manipulated it to merge it into Crassus's body.
Transcendent serum.
Logo never expected that these resources, collected so soon, would come in handy.
One tube after another.
Logo spared no expense.
For him, ever since his parents died, this fat cat has always occupied the most important place in his heart.
Even after the memories of his past life were awakened, this remained unchanged in the slightest.
He wouldn't care if the entire family were drained of their resources, let alone a drop of essence, as long as he could save Crassus.
Before long, all the essence was injected into Crassus's body.
However, all of the latter's bodily systems had ceased functioning, and its vital signs were extremely weak, making it clearly unable to absorb the essence on its own.
Logo had no choice but to use the Fire of Birth to seal these essences into Crassus's body.
Then, he took out a bunch of metal parts and got to work.
Since flesh and blood life cannot be made, let's make it into semi-mechanical life.
Mechanized military modernization!
This is the solution Logo came up with.
"That's not enough..." Logo murmured to himself as he busied himself with the clattering and clanging.
Crassus doesn't have much mechanical knowledge; if he wants to have potential, he must pursue a career in mechanical engineering.
"Hasn't this guy been yelling about wanting heavy firepower? Then let's go with a gunner!"
Logo made a decision.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he tore a piece from his own soul.
The excruciating pain of having one's soul torn apart is a hundred times more terrifying than any form of torture.
Waves of pain, emanating from the depths of his soul, crashed against his heart like a raging storm.
But Logo remained unmoved, his teeth grinding together as he forcefully molded the fragment of the soul into a seed. He then used the Fire of Birth to create a transmission channel and sent it into Crassus's already damaged brain.
After the Seed of Soul merged into Crassus's brain, it exploded instantly, turning into countless soul threads that patched up and barely repaired Crassus's tattered brain.
At the same time, some mechanical knowledge contained in Logo's soul merged with Crassus's dormant soul. When the fat cat wakes up, it will be able to master the relevant knowledge without having to study it itself.
Correspondingly, Logo permanently lost this knowledge and had to relearn it.
Everything has a price; otherwise, if Logo had enough soul-type supplements, wouldn't he be able to create alchemists in bulk?
Not only that, his mental attributes also dropped somewhat, almost causing him to fall below the Tier Three.
But in Logo's eyes, it was all worthwhile.
"By fusing with fragments of my soul, Crassus's soul characteristics will also change, and he will also possess some characteristics of an informational life form."
I can also allocate some of the computational power of the Eye of Insight to Crassus, and with my guidance, his professional level should rise quickly!
Sweating profusely, Logo managed a forced smile.
The Soul Informatization endowed him with some characteristics of an intelligent life, and it was precisely because of this that he dared to tear off a fragment of his soul and give it to Crassus.
The soul is the foundation of all living beings.
If anyone else had done that, they would have fainted on the spot and woken up in a daze. Unlike Logo, who only lost some of his knowledge and memories and experienced a slight decline in his mental attributes, he was not affected in any other way.
Lost soul fragments can be regenerated by obtaining some soul-related supplements.
Of course, the lost memories are irretrievable; they've all been absorbed by Crassus.
Time passed little by little.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.
On this day, Logo finally completed the mechanization and colonization of Crassus.
On the metal table, a tiger, half flesh and half machine, with a ferocious and savage appearance, lay quietly. Although it was still asleep, the aura it exuded was far more powerful and terrifying than before the modification, like the blazing midday sun.
Scalding hot!
Wake up, Crassus!
Logo gently stroked the tiger's head, and a soft spiritual wave swept over it.
Brush!
One blue, one red!
One is flesh and blood, the other is a machine!
Both pupils opened simultaneously!