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Chapter 371 Fabius Bayer, Son of the Phoenix, and His Works (Please Subscribe)

"Teleportation failed? No—Death—Killed—Energy Feedback—Loss of Biological Information from the Head—"

When the initial scan information was transmitted to his brain through the chip, the monstrous yoke made of machinery and flesh generated a feeling of confusion.

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The mechanical prosthetic eye, which was originally operating at low power, quickly switched to depth scanning mode.

As the penetrating scan's line of sight switched, the next second, it spotted danger!

The flesh and blood core, gathered together by ropes and other conduits, encloses a mechanical timer about two meters tall, which is currently in its final countdown.

It adjusted the lens, and then the countdown was clearly displayed on its scanning retina.

The timer is almost ticking down to the last minute!

A fear that stemmed from biological instinct and even transcended mechanical logic froze it instantly!

"No""

It let out a shriek that sounded inhuman, and its body, with flesh and mechanical arms fused together on its back, began to sway, activating an energy shield and summoning a flying device parked in the distance, trying to escape as quickly as possible.

However, it was discovered too late.

Lin Li's timing for this grand gift was very clever.

Based on the time difference between the previous time travel and the point of convergence of the heavens, Lin Li set a very short countdown.

Once the device is deployed and transported to another world, it only takes a few seconds for the self-destruct device to activate successfully!

Then-

The world fell silent in an instant.

A sun rises fiercely outside the spacetime rift in this other world, in the very center of this filthy world!

The light and heat, beyond description, instantly engulfed everything.

The megaton-class weapon of truth reacted, releasing temperatures exceeding those of a star's core within 0.001 seconds.

That monster made of flesh and machine, along with its newly raised shield, and that blood-soaked altar built from countless lives, along with the tens of thousands of dark creatures reveling or fighting within several kilometers, and all those unfortunate souls captured—

Everything, in the face of this absolute truth, was instantly vaporized by the intense heat of billions of degrees.

A terrifying overpressure shockwave followed, tearing buildings and creatures further away to shreds.

For a long, long time—

As the destructive storm gradually subsided, the original sacrificial site had vanished.

Instead, there was a huge crater, several kilometers in diameter, burned into a glassy shape.

The surface of the crater melted under high temperatures and then cooled rapidly, leaving it smooth as a mirror, reflecting the eerie scarlet and dark purple sky.

A very, very long time passed before a dragon with numerous mechanical implants in its brain and skeleton finally arrived.

Then, a flesh-and-blood mechanical construct, exactly like the monster that had been vaporized earlier, stepped down from the enormous creature and came to the edge of the glass pit.

It gazed at this masterpiece of absolute stillness before it, its naked eyes blinking, while in its mechanical eyes, the data stream flickered once more, as if calculating and analyzing something.

"————Indeed, it's residue from a high-energy nuclear reaction————"

"—It seems a civilization possessing nuclear weapons has reappeared in the target universe?"

"————Structural collapse of Spacetime Rift No. 9.————Repair Difficulty————Initial Assessment: Medium————Extremely High————Time Required: At least 100 days————And requires a massive amount of life energy————"

Its voice remained cold and strange.

But this time, there was a hint of cold killing intent mixed in with the fervor.

"—All surveillance information has been lost, and there are no backup records—"

"Speculation—the indigenous people have discovered a spacetime rift; other regions need to strengthen their defenses—"

"Abnormality — Data Abnormality — Variable — Report — Main — Dedication — Must be significant —"

"Regardless of the cost, we must—enter—"

"This is a return to the key point."

"Information recording complete. Initiating upload back to headquarters information node!"

The mechanical creation's head observed everything, and then its internal logic chip quickly recorded everything and transmitted it to the rear.

On the other side of this world, there is a magnificent architectural complex built against towering mountains.

Within the sprawling complex of buildings lies a magnificent, almost divinely imposing palace.

Human art, religious symbols, and cold technology are distorted and fused together here, and perfection and harmony can be seen everywhere in these fusions.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover all sorts of bizarre things that make modern people feel uncomfortable.

Inside the hall, countless human flesh puppets, modified to lack independent thought, were conducting repetitive scientific research with a bizarre yet perfect rhythm that drove people crazy with their n-values.

Their minds were cleansed, and their only mission was to follow the tasks assigned by the logic chip of the controller.

One by one, sealed biological experimental chambers or containers containing specimens of alien races were neatly stacked onto transport vehicles by these human servants.

In the corner, several human flesh puppets, each less than half a meter tall and resembling children, were carefully wiping the dust off the ground with specially made tools.

Occasionally, transparent boxes pass by, revealing various creatures inside with their bodies cut off, leaving only their heads.

Inside some of the life support boxes, the eyeballs on the other person's head were still moving around unconsciously.

The heads were a motley crew of creatures: some were elves with pointed ears, some were burly men with bull horns, and others were gnolls and goblins—a diverse array of creatures, but humans were rarely seen.

No, it should be said that the only creatures purely composed of humans are those machine servants who have lost independent thought, or rather, souls.

This spacious, art-filled hall is essentially a super-large biological experiment and processing center.

Deep within the hall, a sorting system is rapidly processing recycled materials using biochips.

The cold, electronic sound echoed in the hall, devoid of any emotion.

"Batch 7852, experimental subject number U789123, exhibited unknown tolerance to gene fusion; transfer to a targeted breeding sequence is recommended —"

"Batch 7852, Experiment No. U789135, failed to activate the Ether Gene. It has been confirmed once again that Ether Energy cannot be activated in this dimension. Research direction will now shift back to traditional high-energy particles —"

"Batch 7852, Experiment Subject U789201, Multi-racial Slave Stamp and Slave Parasitic Fusion Test Failed, Target Brain Dead, No Recovery Value —"

"Batch No. 7852 —"

The information feed is constantly being refreshed.

Various products are also being categorized and processed!

Those organisms deemed unsuccessful or lacking scientific research value are directly transferred to biomass conversion plants located in distant areas.

Alternatively, it can become synthetic feed for certain livestock in the feeding shed.

Alternatively, it can be broken down into basic organic matter and recycled.

In this eternally unchanging order, an uninvited guest shattered the peace.

A colossal figure, over three meters tall and clad in a black and red robe, entered.

Its main body is mechanical, but in some places, a large amount of writhing flesh and blood can be vaguely seen. Several metal arms swing behind it like spider legs. The most bizarre thing is that a complete human head is embedded at its top.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding flesh and blood servants, who had been acting according to procedure, froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed, and respectfully made way for it.

Only after it had gone far away did these machine servants resume their eerie, perfect rhythm.

This flesh-and-blood mechanical creation in a black and red robe arrived at the center of the empty palace, lowered its human head, and spoke respectfully in a strange voice that mixed electrical current with vocal cord vibration.

"My lord, the plan to return home has encountered a change of plans."

"variable?"

A cold, emotionless voice seemed to resound simultaneously from all directions of the hall.

"explain."

It consists of only one word, yet it contains an unquestionable authority.

The flesh-and-blood creature in the black and red robes was even more humble; it raised a mechanical arm and projected a holographic image in front of it.

"My lord, following your instructions, we constructed an infiltration network at each node of the spacetime portal leading to the cosmic umbilical cord to test the strength of the seals created by the heretics. During the development of Portal Nine, it was attacked by nuclear weapons dropped by natives within the cosmic umbilical cord. The spacetime portal has encountered a problem and will require 100 days to repair!"

As they spoke, the holographic projection also displayed everything there.

A massive, completely vitrified crater is displayed on the holographic screen, its glassy surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting the apocalyptic sky.

Terrifying residual energy data, presented as an explosive red data stream, pulsed wildly alongside the image.

The entire magnificent hall was deathly silent.

After a long while, the voice from all directions rang out again, this time seemingly carrying a hint of confusion.

"Nuclear weapons?"

Amidst the rustling sound of the holographic projection, the sound of unhurried footsteps echoed from the depths of the main hall.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the biological experimental area. He was tall, with blond hair and a perfect face, possessing a perfect androgynous beauty. The fully protective silver-white laboratory suit he wore made him appear upright and scholarly.

Several human servants silently glided forward, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they were puppets controlled by the same mind.

With an almost religious precision, they unfastened the protective buckles on his body, peeled off the outer garment stained with the smell of disinfectant, and revealed his body, which resembled a divine sculpture.

Every muscle line is impeccable, the skin is so smooth that not a single pore is visible, and the way he walks, even the curve of his hair, follows some ancient golden ratio.

He didn't care at all, letting his body be exposed to his subordinates, as if in his view it was a silent declaration—perfection equals authority.

The servants helped him change into a luxurious silk robe woven with purple and gold threads, and only then did he slowly open his eyes.

It was not a human pupil, but a complex technological eye composed of countless microlenses and intricate runes, with a deep blue light flowing within it, as if it contained the knowledge of an entire galaxy.

"Interesting," he said, his voice calm yet carrying a condescending scrutiny. "In our perfect harmony, a discordant noise has suddenly jumped in. It's added a small variable to our plans to return home. Not bad."

For the first time, his tone showed emotional fluctuation.

"My lord, although the atomic weapons they deployed are primitive, the technology is mature and their power should not be underestimated. If they continue to block the spacetime tunnels, our infiltration plan will be completely stalled. Should we—provide a retaliatory response?"

The mechanical creation in black and red robes asked for instructions, and the data stream flashed rapidly in its mechanical eyes, transforming into several revenge plans.

"A counterattack?"

The perfect giant, or rather, the human, chuckled.

His gaze remained fixed on the glass-like ruins in the holographic image, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"What can we use to retaliate? Our heavy weapons are not advanced enough for the space age! So, let's not alert them for now."

He extended a finger and gently touched the spacetime rift area above the nuclear explosion center on the holographic image.

"The structure of the spacetime tunnel is not yet fully stable. Any overly intense energy reaction could prematurely awaken the defense network set up by the heretics within the cosmic umbilical cord. I don't want to wake up all the watchdogs before I even open the door."

"But, my lord, the enemy has destroyed our Ninth Spacetime Portal. If they find out they haven't received our favors recently, they will definitely take advantage of us—"

"What's the rush?" Our Lord interrupted him. "They didn't use antimatter annihilation or singularity weapons. What does that mean? It means they're most likely still at the stage of kinetic weapons, and their technology isn't advanced. Once we complete the gene fusion plan, we can easily enter the cosmic umbilical cord! Then we can send a purification force to wipe out that tiny civilization as a salute to our return home."

The humanoid mechanical creation's data core spun rapidly, weighing the pros and cons before raising a new concern: "My lord, what if, during this time, they follow the trail to find our other spacetime portals and destroy them one by one—"

"Then install a large shield at the entrance to the passage. It's no big deal," Our Lord waved his hand, sounding somewhat impatient. "It's just an unplanned ripple. Our current focus isn't playing hide-and-seek with the native humans in the cosmic umbilical cord, but dealing with these heretics blocking our way home!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The mechanical creation responded, but did not immediately retreat.

My lord glanced at him: "Is there anything else?"

"My lord, I must remind you," the mechanical construct's voice was a few decibels lower than before, "when we entered this world, we didn't bring any of our large equipment with us. C and the legacy of wisdom suffered heavy losses in the war. The full energy reserves of our shield system are almost depleted, and we can only activate it a handful of times."

"I know! But it's all part of the plan!"

"My lord, the heretical gods of this world refuse to embrace the great Phoenix Lord, the wars with them are too frequent, and the Perfect Humanity Project is consuming resources far beyond expectations. Many precious relics have been destroyed in previous battles, and our war reserves are being rapidly depleted!"

"Don't worry. Everything is going according to plan! Once I complete the plan, everything will fall into place!"

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The nearly four-meter-tall giant finally turned around, walked to the edge of the hall, and looked down at the countless busy flesh and blood puppets and the huge gene cultivation tanks below.

"We have been trapped in this damned, incredibly backward world for over a thousand years. This time, we will surely succeed and return home safely!"

His voice suddenly turned cold, filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Then—we'll take back everything from that damned Corpse King and his grove of sycophantic lackeys!"

"My lord, I obey your will!"

The mechanical creation bowed its head deeply, as if about to retreat.

"Wait," my lord suddenly spoke.

He turned his head, and a strange smile suddenly bloomed on his flawless face.

"Oh, right, I suddenly remembered some of my new works! Since the natives on the other side of the cosmic umbilical cord are so energetic, let's send my new works to them!"

"My lord, what work is it?"

"Our own blood brothers who once hunted us down."

"Those guys with mental problems?"

"Yes! I'll give you the authorization code! Sigh—I originally planned to torture them for hundreds of years before slaughtering them all, but after a while, I got bored! To punish them, I tested fusion between them and slave parasites. Although it's not perfect, it's a defective product. But let's release them into those time-space tunnels and let them slaughter the natives, experiencing the pain of destroying everything they've protected with their own hands!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The other party retreated silently.

The giant then turned and walked deeper into the hall.

Behind him, the human flesh puppets immediately approached silently, dragging his purple-gold robes to prevent them from making any rustling sounds.

The heavy isolation door hummed as it slowly slid open, revealing a world completely different from the flesh-and-blood art style of the main hall.

The cold metal, the indicator lights flashing with a ghostly blue light, and the countless transparent pipes connecting to the culture tanks together form a solemn and precise laboratory.

The air was filled with a strange, sweet, and fishy smell, a mixture of disinfectant and nutrient solution.

He walked straight to the deepest part of the laboratory, where a huge life support pod stood all alone.

Then, the giant extended his long, slender fingers and tapped the control panel a few times.

The murky liquid inside the life support capsule began to drain, and the outline of a mutilated human gradually became clear.

He was a giant, and even though his limbs were severed at the root, his broad chest and thick torso still revealed his former strength.

If he had all four limbs, his height would definitely exceed 2.5 meters.

This unfortunate fellow was clearly Fabius's prize. His jaw was secured with a metal brace, and his tongue and vocal cords appeared to have been modified, presumably to prevent the other man from committing suicide.

As the last drop of coolant was drained, the person inside the cabin blinked, then suddenly opened their eyes.

He immediately spotted the figure in purple-gold robes outside the cabin.

"Fabius!!!"

A hoarse roar echoed from within, like a trapped beast grinding its throat for thousands of years, filled with the smell of rust and blood.

"You damned spider doctor! You shameless madman! You damned insane bastard! Let me out! I'll personally twist your head off, you traitor to the Empire!!!"

Angry roars echoed in the sealed laboratory. The severed body writhed futilely in the life support pod, his struggles agitating the tubes inserted into his body. Unfortunately, with his missing limbs, he was restrained here and could not budge the fragile cage in the slightest.

Fabius simply watched quietly, a hint of admiration on his face.

"My brother, for over a thousand years, your opening remarks during each awakening are still so unoriginal. Look at you now, anger has distorted your face, which is detrimental to the perfection of us Phoenix Sons."

His words sounded like a conversation with an old friend, but his tone was filled with cruel and cold reality.

This unlucky guy was imprisoned for a thousand years!

"Pah! You son of a bitch, you dare mention perfection?" The giant inside the life support pod cursed, using every vile word he knew. "You're nothing but a failed clone hiding in the gutter, a brain-stem-deficient piece of trash, a useless piece of trash, an incompetent idiot—a genetic mess—you're a pathetic worm who doesn't even know who you are!"

Fabius remained unmoved, even circling half of the life support pod, carefully examining the other's skin, which was flushed with anger.

After waiting for several minutes, until the other person's voice was completely hoarse and unable to utter a complete syllable, he slowly spoke: "My brother, don't be so excited. I've come to tell you some good news. Soon, we'll be going home, re-entering the cosmic umbilical cord, finding the spacetime portal to our old home, and returning to our true home."

"Ha—hahahaha!" The giant inside the cabin let out a dry, maniacal laugh, his laughter filled with contempt. "Going home?"

"You? You arrogant idiot! You'll never go back! You're just a discarded clone of trash!"

"Is that so?" Fabius's fingers touched the control panel again.

Inside the life support capsule, green coolant began to be re-injected.

At the same time, a syringe popped out from the mechanical arm behind the giant, injecting a sedative powerful enough to paralyze a deep-sea whale into his spine.

The giant's curses gradually weakened, his eyelids grew heavy again, and his struggles gradually subsided.

Before he lost consciousness, he was still staring intently at Fabius, the resentment and malice in his eyes almost tangible.

As he watched the other person's eyes slowly close, Fabius reached out and gently stroked the face that bore a resemblance to his own through the cold bulkhead.

"My dearest brother, my most beloved blood brother—" he murmured softly, his voice carrying an eerie tenderness.

"Don't you understand yet? When all the original bodies are dead, the clones become the new original bodies."

His voice rose unconsciously, and the muscles on his otherwise perfect face began to twitch unnaturally, a hint of ferocity and madness tearing away his composed facade.

"My original form is not perfect! It has flaws! Huge flaws! But I have iterated and evolved hundreds of times! I am the most perfect Phoenix Child! I am!"

He slammed his fist into the steel frame in front of the life support capsule.

With a piercing sound, he easily smashed a dent into the steel frame.

"I will create truly perfect humanity! A great human race that surpasses even the ideals of the Corpse King! I will let the Father of Death see for himself what true art is!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, and the madness on his face quickly faded, returning him to his calm and composed demeanor.

Fabius pressed the button twice more, sinking the life support capsule underground.

The reminiscing session has ended.

Now, let them busy themselves with their great works and dedicate themselves to their great experiments!