"Have you undergone Genetic Essence enhancent?"
Even this information is known?
Brad’s heart shook violently, suspecting the Empire and Federation imdiately.
This secretive research information is only known to the Empire and Federation.
Brad did not respond, his eyes following Azure Dragon’s figure moving, the other seed unconcerned about the answer, already walking to the other side of the laboratory, to the tal frawork placed there.
"This armor..." Li Ming looked up at the semi-finished armor before him, sharply contoured, overall silver-white.
The Quantum Core in the chest cavity was already activated, hexagonal armor plates were heaving with breathing rhythms, scattered with tiny pieces on the surface.
Inside the exposed shoulder joints, twelve layers of composite bearings alternated rotations, each engagent spattering a stream of blue-purple particles from the energy conduits.
The waist and abdon sections were still open, bundles of nerve simulation fibers hung to the ground, their ends autonomously writhing to find connection points.
On the support fra below, the anti-gravity engine’s base flashed red warnings, different formats of leg virtual components suspended in the surrounding magnetic field.
From chanical prosthetics to liquid tal foot molds, each awaited final debugging.
Li Ming furrowed his brows, during the recent Ti Stasis, what consud the most tal energy was not the powerful life form, but this thing.
Eternal Silence Star was still in the Control Bar, allowing him to clearly feel this thing’s Ti Intensity, reaching an inconceivable level.
More accurately, it was the crystalline fragnts scattered on it that brought overall enhancent.
The traits of those fragnts resembled what he felt on the Dominator’s corpse.
"Probably sothing from the corpse, truly an ingenious idea..." Li Ming reached out to touch, receiving no prompts, likely because it’s still unfinished.
"Hmm..." He turned around, everyone was trembling under those chanical eyes of the tal mask, no one knew who exactly he was staring at.
Li Ming gently spoke, "Can soone introduce to the research outcos regarding Dominator-level corpses?"
...
anwhile, in the upper layer of the Dominator Laboratory, Edmond had just finished reporting to Gutierrez, summarizing:
"...Overall, the experint is very successful, confirming that the Empire and Federation’s data is accurate."
"Good!" Gutierrez showed a distinct smile, finally feeling relieved.
This was his guarantee to other strategic-level civilizations of the Star Alliance, also the foundation for him to continue sitting in this position.
At last, it brought him good news.
"Thanks for your hard work, but please continue to monitor," Gutierrez further instructed, "Continue to extract Genetic Essence, and enhance top-level evolved bodies as much as possible."
"This is a new round of military competition between the Empire and Federation, surely they are tirelessly manufacturing Genetic Essence, enhancing existing evolved bodies until the Ultimate Life Form is born, this is the top interstellar combat strength."
Gutierrez’s perception was clear, regarding the Holy Castle, although the three great civilizations had briefly united, they were not close allies and rather harbored mutual distrust.
There’s no choice but to negotiate a long coexistence period with Azure Dragon, better to separate paths.
Enemies of the Star Alliance weren’t just Azure Dragon, but also the Empire and Federation.
Generally, the danger of the Empire and Federation actually surpassed Azure Dragon.
Azure Dragon mainly inflicted individual power damage, while the Empire and Federation could truly engulf the Star Alliance.
Lastly, he didn’t forget, "Moreover, continue to manufacture that skin fragnt armor, it’s not only extrely strong Defense Armor, but also a key ans to counter Azure Dragon..."
Kashmir’s Spear is still in Azure Dragon’s hand, a source of pain for Gutierrez, if not retrieved, it would beco his eternal sha.
"...Azure Dragon..." Edmond shook his head, reminded, "Chairman should not hope that armor alone can play a decisive role against Azure Dragon, more of a defensive asure."
He didn’t want Gutierrez to develop unrealistic fantasies based on so paper data, leading again to significant losses for the Star Alliance.
"I understand," Gutierrez said in a rough voice, he certainly understood, but had to say the words,
He couldn’t let others think he had given up?
Having others persuade him not to act impulsively was better than being blad by others.
Edmond gave a small reminder, then shifted topics, "Moreover, Chairman, I suggest relocating the Dominator Laboratory back to the Sea of Stars, that way, whether resource deploynt or protection tasks can be completed more promptly."
"Hmm, I’ll consider it..." Gutierrez said ambiguously.
The Dominator Laboratory was handed back to him from Adam and Malcolm, only he knew the exact location, counted as an ace card that he used to negotiate with other Star Alliance mbers, how could it be easily moved back to the Sea of Stars.
Edmond sensed it clearly, Gutierrez’s chairmanship was precarious, naturally needing to grasp every card.
However, the Dominator Laboratory being isolated in the Starfield, really made him uneasy, just as he was about to further persuade, the virtual screen before him suddenly turned black, displaying in bold words: "No Signal"
"Communication broke off?" He was stunned, then heard the hum of motors from the hatch behind him.
His brows furrowed, the speed of flashing semi-transparent nerve networks beneath his skin quickened, rebuking while turning around, "Who let you in..."
He stopped mid-sentence, face drastically changing, as a group of chanical Bodies walked in.
Edmond could guarantee he had never seen similar chanical Bodies in the Dominator Laboratory.
Sothing happened!
......
"...Disconnected?"
On the other side, Gutierrez also fixed his gaze on the virtual screen, face darkened, "Edmond..."
He was quite displeased, Edmond was just a researcher, belonging to another strategic-level civilization of the Star Alliance, his duty was only to study corpses.
To have him gesticulating about his ideas made Gutierrez very unhappy.
In the end, even directly ending their communication unilaterally.
However, after a mont of thought, he lightly frowned, Edmond, who had reported a few tis before, actually respected him greatly.
He pondered for a while and attempted to reconnect the Dominator Laboratory but received no feedback.
"Not good..." Gutierrez finally sensed sothing was wrong, his face changed dramatically, slapping the table, swiftly opening the terminal to contact another person.
This ti, the connection was quick, a stern-looking general appeared on the screen, "Chairman, are you looking for ?"
"How far are you from reaching the designated coordinates?" Gutierrez asked impatiently.
"Approximately half a month away..." the other responded.
"Speed up! Contact imdiately upon reaching the designated coordinates!" Gutierrez ordered.
"Yes!" the other replied solemnly.
Gutierrez paced back and forth, suppressing his inner anxiety, his face faintly pale, if the Dominator Laboratory encountered another accident, he would truly be finished.
And it wouldn’t be just about stepping down, other civilizations of the Star Alliance would wish to tear him apart!
......
"Who sent you?"
Edmond’s face turned ashen, the nerve network beneath his skin turning crimson, already wearing tal shackles, detained by the chanical Bodies.
"Empire or Federation? You’re declaring war! Don’t think using chanical Bodies can hide your identity!" Edmond roared incessantly, almost convinced it was a covert action by the Empire or Federation.
After all, they had taken over the laboratory from these two civilizations, the likeliest ones to leave a backdoor.
Naturally, no chanical body responded to him, they escorted him forcibly to the lower layer, passing through corridors.
Along the way, Edmond was horrified, all corridors were full of chanical bodies, researchers were all detained.
The broadcast even played reassuring words, even the central control had been breached.
What’s more terrifying, he could hardly see any combat traces.
This implies, the opponent completed the occupation almost in a crushing manner.
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