bioinnovel Chapter 408 67%!
Chapter 408 67%!
One-third of Xing Tian's shield was already covered by ice crystals.
52%.
Zhang Yan ignored the two fingers. His entire attention was focused on the runes at the broken point.
The Zhuque power furnace is operating at 120% power. The overload warning has popped up three times, and he has turned it off each time.
"White Tiger, step back. Assist Xing Tian in maintaining the blocking position. Do not attempt physical contact again."
The white tiger's shattered right paw had initiated its self-repair process, but it would take at least ten minutes to regain its function. It retreated to Xingtian's side and rear, using its intact left paw to support Xingtian's back and help it stay upright.
55%.
Half of Xing Tian's shield was covered by ice crystals. The composite material of the shield began to crack at extremely low temperatures. Fine cracks spread outward from the edges of the ice crystals.
Nie Qingcheng's voice came through.
"Heart rate 187. Body temperature 35.4. Synchronization rate of Tiangong Heart 83%."
Every number is approaching its limit.
"Zhang Yan".
He didn't reply.
58%.
"Zhang Yan, I won't stop once it's past 60%."
Her voice did not tremble.
"Go on. I'm watching you."
Zhang Yan pushed the power of the Zhuque power furnace to 135%.
Far exceeding the load range. The link temperature soared. The heat from the energy interface and the extreme cold emanating from those two fingers created an absurd temperature difference—the left half of the space was heating up, while the right half was cooling down.
The rune synchronization accuracy deviated due to the surge in power. Zhang Yan used the Heavenly Crafting Heart to forcibly calibrate it. The synchronization rate jumped from 83% to 87%.
60%.
Safety line.
Nie Qingcheng did not speak.
She said to continue.
63%.
Xingtian's shield was completely covered in ice crystals. Cracks ran the entire shield surface. Baihu was supporting it from behind with all his might. The hydraulic systems of the two mechs' legs began to sluggish under the extreme cold.
The two fingers were still sticking out. Now you could see a thicker structure connecting the base of the fingers—like the beginnings of a hand. It was trying to pull the whole hand out.
67%.
Zhang Yan noticed something.
The runes at the broken point are lighting up again—their light is spreading. It's not just the break itself that's repairing; the energy generated by the repair process is being conducted along the surface of the door.
Where does it flow to?
It flowed towards those two fingers.
No, to be precise—it flows to the gap that's been stretched open on the surface of the door.
The restorative energy is reinforcing the door, including the gaping opening.
71%.
The gap is getting smaller.
The liquid metal at the base of the two fingers was no longer stretched thin, but began to flow back, thicken, and envelop.
It's like a wound healing.
Zhang Yan instantly understood.
Repairing is itself a weapon.
He doesn't need to attack that thing. He just needs to keep repairing it. The higher the overall strength of the gate, the thicker the walls of the transmission channels between nodes, and the smaller the space that can accommodate its materialization.
It will be pushed back.
75%.
The gap on the door surface narrowed at a visible speed. The bases of the two grayish-white fingers began to be enveloped and submerged by liquid metal.
The fingers stopped extending outwards.
It sensed it.
78%.
The fingers began to retract. Not a voluntary retreat—they were "swallowed" back by the door. Liquid metal closed from both sides, sealing the gap and pushing the invading limbs inward.
The ice crystals spreading on the surface of Xingtian's shield stopped. The temperature began to rise again.
80%.
The first finger was completely submerged. The grayish-white substance disappeared beneath the liquid metal.
The second one still had a section of its tip sticking out. But the retraction speed was increasing.
83%. 86%.
Nie Qingcheng's voice: "Body temperature has risen. 35.9."
89%. 92%.
The second finger disappeared.
The surface of the door returned to its smooth state. The flow rate of the liquid metal changed from rapid to gradual.
95%.
Zhang Yan did not slow down.
The Zhuque power furnace was still operating at 135% overload. He poured the last 5% of the repairs in one go.
100%.
Repair complete.
The golden light of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart suddenly receded. The Vermilion Bird Power Furnace automatically returned to standby mode.
Zhang Yan stood still, his chest heaving violently.
System refresh.
The shielding efficiency of the first gate is 81%.
The strength jumped directly from 68% to 81%. After the second fracture was repaired, the overall strength of the door improved dramatically.
Zhang Yan bent down and placed his hands on his knees.
My heart rate is slowly decreasing. I still have a ringing in my ears.
"It's fixed," he said.
Nie Qingcheng's voice came through the communicator. It was very soft.
"I know."
He paused for a moment.
"Come back for Japanese food."
Zhang Yan straightened up and glanced at Xing Tian. The shield was severely cracked, but the main structure remained intact. The White Tiger's right claw was 47% repaired. It could all be repaired.
He turned and walked towards the passage. The stargazer stood in the distance, pale-faced but with a steady hand.
As Zhang Yan passed by her, he said, "Put away the Sky Anchor. You won't need it."
Guan Xing put the anchor into his inner pocket. He didn't ask anything.
As Zhang Yan ascended on the back of the Black Scorpion, he brought up the system panel to make a final confirmation.
First hurdle: 81%. Good news.
The sixth gate: 57%. Stable.
The third gate—
Zhang Yan's hand stopped.
36.2%.
Six hours ago it was 38.1%.
A sharp drop of 1.9%.
After being pushed back through the first gate, that thing didn't quiet down. It immediately turned to the node with the lowest blocking efficiency in the current network.
The third door.
And it's no longer at a rate of 0.2% every two hours.
It dropped by 1.9% in six hours.
It's going crazy.
Zhang Yan stared at the number 36.2%. At this rate, the efficiency of the third door would be—
He did the math.
In less than five days, it fell below 25%.
The phone vibrated in his pocket. Qin Xiao.
Zhang Yan answered the call.
"Brother Yan, have you seen the data for the third door?"
"I saw it."
"It's gone mad. Before, it was slowly gnawing at things, but now it's smashing them like it's out of its mind."
Zhang Yan leaned against the black scorpion's carapace and closed his eyes for a moment.
The second fracture has been repaired. The first door is 81% complete. This is good news.
But the third door is collapsing.
The calibration anchor point for the third door—the Sahara meteorite—is still on the fifth basement level of the Helios facility.
He cannot let the third door break.
"Qin Xiao, contact the locksmith and ask if he can perform an emergency lock on the third door."
"receive."
Zhang Yan hung up the phone.
The black scorpion emerged from the ground. The sunlight was so bright that he squinted.
Nie Qingcheng stood at the entrance of the command center waiting for him. She wasn't wearing a winter coat, just a black overcoat. The wind blew her hair around.
When she saw him come out, she went over to him.
He didn't ask about the third door. He simply walked up to it and said, "Hold out your hand."
Zhang Yan reached out his hand. She grasped his hand with both of hers.
It's very cold.
She gripped his hand for a few seconds, then turned and pulled him toward the car.
"Should we go eat Japanese food now, or go back to Jinghai?"
Zhang Yan followed her. His mind was still racing with the numbers for the third door.
"Go back to Jinghai."
"Then get on the bus and catch up on your sleep. Your eyes are red."
Zhang Yan got into the car. Nie Qingcheng sat in the passenger seat and adjusted it to be flat for him.
As he lay down, he saw her looking at her phone. The screen displayed a string of numbers sent by Qin Xiao.
The real-time efficiency of the third door.
It's 36.1%.
It dropped another 0.1.
Nie Qingcheng locked the screen and reached out to cover his eyes.
"Sleep. We'll talk about the third door when we wake up."
Zhang Yan closed his eyes.
The last thought in my mind: The meteorite must not be moved.
There were no maintenance records for the third door in the locksmith's notebook, where his father had left a note.
Five days.
He has less than five days left.