Colonial Suit

The blue mist spread like a tangible entity, so thick that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.

Bloodshot eyes lay in the crude modulation nest, silently closed.

He didn't need to look, because even if he did, he couldn't penetrate the mysterious blue mist unique to Gustas. Here, all his senses seemed to fail, as if he were an orphan floating in the universe. If an ordinary person encountered such a scene, they would definitely go mad from loneliness. But Bloodshot wouldn't, not only wouldn't he, but he would also be interested in sensing the surroundings, sensing the emotions of joy, despair, or pain.

The blue mist of Gustas could not stop Bloodshot's senses.

In fact, Gustas was indeed a leader in energy civilization, but when it came to the level of biological civilization, they were absolute novices.

Using the blue mist to block Bloodshot's vision, to block Bloodshot's senses. But could they block Bloodshot's connection with the enhanced cells? At this moment, trillions of enhanced cell replicas were jumping in the pipelines, each one being Bloodshot's eyes and ears.

Through these replicas, Bloodshot could clearly feel everything that was happening around him, even more clearly and distinctly than the Gustas people.

Because, even if they were replicas, enhanced cells were still enhanced cells, still bearing the mark of Krodir!!

From a certain point of view, civilizations that had not completely analyzed the mysteries of Krodir cells could not drive enhanced cells no matter what. What they created was less of a replica and more of a continuation of Krodir civilization. While most Gustas ritualists thought that replication could reproduce everything, Bloodshot could only sneer in his heart.

If Krodir civilization was so easy to replicate, then in the distant era of great chaos, they would have been divided up long ago.

In fact, each of Krodir's enhanced cells was an individual, bearing the mark of Krodir. Just like a virus. Even if it was replicated a thousand times or ten thousand times, the instinct of the virus would not be eliminated. And that instinct was the source of Krodir's power!!! No matter how many times it was replicated, the master of the virus would not be the replicator, but the true master of Krodir.

Which was himself.

Lying in the modulation nest with his eyes closed, Bloodshot couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

The modulation nest he was in was also a crude replica. Although it was full of the technology and aesthetics of energy civilization, it was actually incompatible with Krodir. This kind of modulation nest couldn't even exert one ten-thousandth of its function, let alone modulate. The only possibility was to provide energy to the enhanced cells.

It was a pity that even the energy provided did not suit the taste of the enhanced cells. The crystal energy of energy civilization was too cold and had none of the warmth and affinity of biological energy. Bloodshot could almost hear the protests and roars of the enhanced cells, but no one knew about it.

Bloodshot floated in the crude nutrient solution of the modulation nest, feeling the unwillingness and anger of trillions of 'subjects'.

"Wait a little longer... my people. Your future has just begun here... Maybe you will die in the next moment, but your loyalty to Krodir will be remembered by me."

Bloodshot thought silently, sending a comforting thought to all the enhanced cells. Then, he felt countless expectations, longings, and emotions of dependence.

These were all the emotions of the enhanced cells. Although they had no intelligence, they had an instinct for the mother body.

Then, Bloodshot 'saw' them being injected into each recruit in the modulation nest.

It had to be said that as an advanced civilization in the Third World, Gustas's handwriting was indeed large enough. The number of people recruited for this experiment far exceeded Bloodshot's imagination, reaching as many as ten thousand! It was a pity that among so many people, only five could truly reach the Meteor level, and most of them had not even reached the Comet level.

They were like puppets who had lost their minds, suspended in countless modulation nests. Waiting for the injection of enhanced cells.

They didn't wait long. In fact, in the efficiency-oriented Gustas, wasting time was a sin in itself. So soon, light-woven pipelines were inserted into their bodies, injecting the enhanced cells one by one.

Seeing this scene, Bloodshot sneered silently again.

Too rude, too uncultured.

It should be known that although enhanced cells were the basic biological units cultivated by Krodir, they were not without consciousness. They were primitive, wild, violent, and cruel individuals. Even if they were low-level, they still possessed the instincts of higher life forms! They were noble, unruly, like the most primitive aristocrats in the universe. Even if they were driven, they had to be driven according to primitive etiquette. And injecting them directly was the most barbaric and unacceptable behavior.

Even in Krodir, the first application of enhanced cells was implantation. What qualifications did Gustas have to directly apply them to the flesh?

Without the restrictions of the core, without the pre-implanted gene sequence, and without any constraints!! Gustas's behavior was simply injecting everyone with poison!!

Did they think they weren't dying fast enough?

In just a few minutes, Bloodshot's thoughts were filled with the painful moans and angry roars of the subjects. They were all evolutionists who had signed an agreement, but they never expected to encounter such a terrifying experience. Or they were very confident in their own strength, but in the face of the enhanced cells' invasion, they would not be much stronger than a baby.

It should be known that even during the Great Chaos, countless Krodir conquerors died from the devouring of enhanced cells... What were they?

Bloodshot silently felt the negative emotions such as pain, despair, and sorrow, but his heart was calm. At this time, his own enhanced cells were also injected, and Bloodshot could feel the joy and dependence of these cells. But there was no violence when others were injected.

Bloodshot smiled slightly in his heart, casually comforted these cells, and absorbed them into his body. Then, he silently turned his attention to others.

Looking around, there was only the aura of death and madness.

Of the nearly ten thousand evolutionists, only seven survived, including Bloodshot. The other six survivors included four Meteor-level evolutionists he had seen before, and two Comet-level evolutionists.

In the angry and desperate gazes of everyone, Gis's figure appeared in front of them again. He said with coldness and expectation.

"I am very happy that you have passed the first experiment. Now, please allow me to conduct the second injection. The entire experiment process has a total of seventy-six injections. The final survivors will receive the respect of our Gustas."

"No! You demon!! What did you inject us with!? This is not a body conditioning fluid, this is poison!! This is death!!" A Meteor-level evolutionist couldn't help but roar, his eyes bloodshot.

He was too angry. Although he had considered the danger before signing the agreement, he had never thought it would be so terrifying. Even his Meteor-level body could not resist it. If Gis continued, wouldn't everyone present be killed?

It was a pity that no one would care about their feelings at this time.

Gis just glanced at him coldly and continued.

"The second injection will begin immediately."