147: Chapter 151 Making Soup from Unidentified Corpses

The white light gradually dissipated.

The Holographic Operations Cabin regained its cool-toned lighting, tinged with the scent of machine oil.

The settlement panel of the Battle Royale stage forcibly occupied the entire display area in front of Li Cang.

It wasn't just a line or two of numbers; it was a waterfall stream hundreds of entries long.

[Sank one Heavy Cruiser in an over-level kill.]

[Crushed and strangled three frigates in head-on collisions.]

[Seized the High-Dimensional Crystals in the central zone.]

[Physically destroyed the final trial guardian, the Abyssal Star Beast.]

Finally, two eye-catchingly massive numbers converged at the bottom of the screen.

100,000 genesis points (GP).

12,000 Blueprint Points (BP).

Li Cang's index finger tapped twice lightly on the console.

If he were to earn this amount normally by running dungeon simulations, he'd have to work himself to death for over a dozen competitive years, all while ensuring no casualties occurred.

A high-risk, high-reward gamble like the Battle Royale had directly hauled him from the brink of bankruptcy to the level of a nouveau riche.

He didn't bother looking closely at the common-grade material drops used for repairs.

His gaze locked directly onto the loot slot at the very top of the settlement list, which emitted a light of intertwined dark red and ghastly green.

There lay several pieces of still-pulsating flesh and a large, twisted, and rotting biological engine.

These were the high-dimensional remains of the Abyssal Star Beast, which hadn't yet fully dissipated on a physical level after being shattered by the Macro-cannon.

The cobbled-together heavy hull of the battle axe frigate had now lost almost all of its outer armor plating.

After enduring the concentrated fire of the three-way alliance and taking point-blank shots from the Abyssal Star Beast, the underlying keel had suffered severe metal fatigue.

Repairing this shell with ordinary Adamantium would still result in it shattering the next time it faced such large-scale fire coverage.

Li Cang directly brought up the underlying interface of the civilization forge.

He dragged the remains of the Star Beast's living engine, as large as several rooms, directly into the center of the forge.

[Warning: Extremely high concentration of unknown Chaos pollution detected.]

[This substance is pure biological high-dimensional tissue, violating the current ship's underlying mechanical logic.]

[Forced assimilation will cause irreversible flesh mutations in the ship.]

The edges of the warning box even sprouted a layer of virtual electronic granulation due to the excessive pollution level.

Li Cang gave a cold laugh.

He swiped away the warning and took 20,000 of the 100,000 genesis points he had just earned, slamming them into the forge's acceleration threshold slot.

The fire roared to life.

This wasn't the blue plasma glare of metal smelting; it was an extremely eerie dark-gold flame.

In the space outside the operations cabin, the surface of the tattered battle axe frigate began to undergo changes that made one's scalp tingle.

Slag and metal scrap floating on the surface of the "wounds" were directly melted by an invisible high temperature.

Next, the ghastly green biological muscle bands purified from the Star Beast's living engine spread frantically along the ship's broken keel pipelines.

They burrowed into metal crevices, replacing the hydraulic bearings that had been blown apart, and even bound the precarious outer armor plates together with extremely thick muscle fibers, as if suturing a wound.

The overall silhouette of the battle axe frigate became more bloated and twisted.

On the cold, hard black iron surface of the hull, a layer of dark gray biological coating, as rough and tough as sharkskin, now emerged.

At the damaged parts of the armor, this biological coating was even wriggling, growing, and self-repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Star Beast flesh assimilation complete.]

[battle axe frigate armor layer upgraded: Heavy Bio-Activated Carapace.]

[Trait: Ignores all levels of metal fatigue. As long as the reactor (or heart) hasn't stopped, the armor can absorb surrounding high-energy free matter for rapid self-healing. This warship has been classified by the system as a semi-mechanical, semi-biological construct.]

Li Cang glanced at the warship that had completely turned into a monster.

His expression showed no trace of fear toward the unspeakable; there was only pure utilitarian calculation.

The starship's protection was reinforced.

The remaining problem was the troops.

By the end of the Battle Royale, the line of ordinary Thunder Warriors had long been depleted, and only those dozen or so recruits of the Astartes, covered in dents and scars, remained.

The intensity of the next big map would only be higher than the Battle Royale.

Relying on these fourteen men for boarding actions would exhaust them to death before they could clear a single main Battleship.

He turned his gaze once more to the remaining Star Beast muscle band residues in the forge.

They still contained extremely high-purity high-dimensional genetic material.

Li Cang connected to the internal communication channel of the lower compartments.

"Number Fourteen, go to the Gene Laboratory and plug yourself into the blood extraction tubes."

The Fourteenth Recruit was currently sitting on a pile of empty shell casings, using machine oil to wipe a Chainsword that had several chipped teeth.

His left forearm had been completely erased at the edge of the poison circle's red line, and blackened muscle tissue was exposed at the break in his armor.

Upon receiving the order, he stood up, unbuckled the armor on his severed arm's side, and strode into the coldly glinting Gene Laboratory.

Thick alloy needles plunged mercilessly into Number Fourteen's thick carotid artery.

Pure veteran blood, containing the memories of the first batch of fallen Astartes and the extreme high-pressure survival experience of this Battle Royale round, was drawn into the automated gene purification centrifuge.

Li Cang packaged this purest chain of combat genes on the console.

Then, he threw the pile of Abyssal Star Beast's high-dimensional flesh, along with the large amount of abyss alloy particles accumulated from over-level kills, into the compilation queue of this gene chain.

The civilization forge squeezed the smelting of biomass to the limit.

There was no golden light.

Only thick blood-red surged violently on the system panel.

Under the extremely violent scouring of Warhammer Gene Alchemy, these maddening high-dimensional pollution sources had all uncontrollable thoughts removed, leaving only the purest physical proliferation power and rule resistance.

The purification process lasted for a full two hours.

When the last drop of viscous raw liquid—a mix of dark gold, deep red, and ghastly green—flowed into the inlet of the main incubation tank.

Li Cang directly clicked the mass synchronous production button.

In the Primarch Gene Laboratory on the lower deck, which occupied nearly half the floor, a hundred massive glass incubation tanks lit up simultaneously with blinding incandescent light.

Inside the culture medium.

Lumps of flesh, catalyzed by extreme high-dimensional nutrients and the veteran gene map, underwent frantic fission at a speed that defied biological common sense.

Within just ten minutes, the bones completed high-density calcification into a ceramic matrix.

The secondary heart even began to emit dull, powerful thuds in the chest cavity before the torso was fully formed.

This batch of recruits did not undergo the painful process of being transformed from mortals bit by bit like the Thunder Warriors.

From birth, they were high-dimensional monster killers who had devoured the flesh of the Star Beast.

Their muscle fibers even faintly emitted a ghastly green biological resistance shimmer, similar to that of the Star Beast.

[Battle Royale dividend settlement and troop expansion complete.]

[First Legion structure restored. Active Astartes: 114.]

[High-dimensional flesh fusion detected. This batch of soldiers has gained a hidden trait: Abyss Toxin Immunity.]

The hundred black giants sleeping in the incubation tanks were Li Cang's greatest capital for the next war.

He directly allocated 20,000 BP to the Weapon Workshop.

The Servitors on the lower deck, following orders, began frantically dumping the remaining system resources. A hundred standard-issue electromagnetic acceleration Bolters and high-frequency Chainswords rapidly took shape on the assembly line.

Li Cang turned his gaze from the incubation tanks back to the main screen.

In a very short time, he had squeezed every bit of value out of all the loot, turning it into this bio-iron ship and the hundred-plus lunatics below.

He didn't touch the chassis further.

The time for rest and reorganization had come to an end.

The system's platinum-colored settlement light screen shattered with a bang after a three-second countdown.

The true Grand Star Map slowly unfolded on his holographic radar.

This was no longer a Battle Royale sandbox a few tens of thousands of kilometers square, filled with poison circles and rule restrictions.

This was the edge of the true main universe in the Star Martial Epoch's high-dimensional tournament system.

On this 3D star map, so vast that light-year distances were incalculable.

There was no fog.

There were no safe zones.

There were only dense clusters of massive light spots representing super-civilizations of various star sectors and The Agents of ancient gods.

Those high-ranking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus (Noctis Labyrinth) who had previously secretly sent "monkey-model" blueprints to the Sun Warriors through the underlying servers.

Those veteran players who had escaped the Battle Royale's poison circle and established vast interstellar empires on the periphery of the main universe.

Even some high-risk blind zones with clear divine markings (such as Warp entities).

All of them had the veils over their coordinates lifted at this moment.

At the far reaches of the radar panel, a massive dark-red star sector suddenly flickered.

That position was a full thirty thousand light-years away from the battle axe frigate's current jump point.

But Li Cang clearly saw a high-frequency detection wave with hostile scanning properties cross the vast distance the moment the system's grand map opened, lightly brushing over the battle axe frigate's newly grown biological armor shell.

They were checking to see just how much this blood-stained axe was worth.

Li Cang did not activate anti-reconnaissance.

He extended a finger and casually tapped on the coordinates of the dark-red star sector that had emitted the detection wave.

His finger left the screen.

The coordinates were locked.