bioinnovel Chapter 526 Breaking the Red Line!
Chapter 526 Breaking the Red Line!
At 4:17 a.m., Zhang Yan remained motionless on the training chair.
As he stared at the monitor screen, his vital signs were all green, and the values at the level of his consciousness were slowly climbing upwards.
2.92%, 2.94%, 2.96%.
She placed her hand next to the interrupt button but didn't press it.
3.0%.
The system indicated that the heart rate would stabilize for two seconds, then the heart rate would spike, the blood pressure monitor would jump, and a thin, dark red line would flow down from Zhang Yan's right nostril, dripping onto the armrest, falling to the edge of the control panel, and spreading slightly on the metal panel.
Zhang Yan did not wake up.
Press the interrupt button while stargazing.
The whistle signaling the disconnection of the consciousness interface sounded for three seconds. Zhang Yan slowly opened his eyes, reached out to touch his nose with his right hand, his fingertips touched something wet, looked at it, and turned his head to say:
"How long has the 3.0% level remained stable?"
"It issued a physiological alert in less than two seconds." Guan Xing handed him the monitor. "Blood oxygen 94%, heart rate 138, sit down first."
Zhang Yan clipped the instrument to his finger, waited for the blood oxygen to return and his heart rate to drop, then removed the instrument, took out the needle pack from his waist, and pulled out three silver needles.
Take a half step forward to observe the stars.
"The pressure on my brain hasn't subsided yet..."
"It can be suppressed."
He inserted a needle into his right temple, paused, and then adjusted the depth of two more needles. The tearing sensation in his nerves was suppressed, not disappeared, but rather deepened.
Zhang Yan leaned back into the training chair and plugged the consciousness interface back into the sensing area.
The stargazer stood still. "You've already bled."
"Know."
"3.0% is 0.2% away from the target. Today's plan is..."
"The plan has been changed." Zhang Yan pulled up the interface parameters and deleted the upper limit interception value. "Push it up to 3.2% in one go."
Guan Xing looked at the screen but didn't say anything.
Removing the upper limit isn't difficult; the difficulty lies in the system automatically cutting off access whenever any vital signs are abnormal. He has already blocked half of that path.
Zhang Yan closed his eyes and activated the interface.
My consciousness sank, faster than last time.
The information pressure at the bottom of Tiangongzhixin surged up ahead of time, and the 3.0% position did not linger.
Zhang Yan made himself bypass the path of his predecessor, relying not on emotions but on structure, walking along the skeleton layer by layer.
3.02%.
The silver needles at the temples vibrate slightly and are painful, but this does not affect the diagnosis.
3.06%.
The sound disappeared briefly in my right ear, then returned a second later.
3.1%.
The information layers in his brain began to collapse inward in a regular pattern. Zhang Yan grasped a stable frequency anchor and compressed the surface of his consciousness to an extremely fine point, like inserting a piece of paper into a closed structure.
3.12%.
Blood came again, this time from both sides. He didn't open his eyes. The acupoints sealed by the silver needles were mostly blocked, but he ignored the rest and continued to push downwards.
Guan Xing watched the screen outside. The system triggered vital sign alarms three times, but the interface was not interrupted. She put her hand on the interrupt button but did not press it.
3.15%.
The seven coordinate points went from being blurry to clear not because they were calculated, but because they were locked in.
Like seven nails driven into a gray-white background, their positions, depths, and the spacing between nodes are all clearly visible.
Zhang Yan paused for two seconds in the depths of his consciousness, fixing the coordinates one by one according to their positions.
Then go upstream.
The 3.2% synchronization rate was automatically latched during the backtracking process. Zhang Yan sensed that moment but didn't feel anything special; he just felt a chill in his mind.
When he regained consciousness, he heard Guan Xing calling his name.
"Zhang Yan".
"exist."
"Three alerts, you've blocked all system access."
"Um."
"You now..."
"3.2%, all seven node coordinates locked." Zhang Yan opened his eyes; the blood on the armrest had dried, as had the drop on the edge of the control panel. He removed the silver needles and wiped his nose with a tissue. "We can set off now."
Guan Xing stared at him for half a second, then turned around to retrieve the combat parameters.
"Qin Xiao is expected to enter Jupiter's outer orbit in six hours. What's your mech's status...?"
The communication channel suddenly rang.
It wasn't ordinary communication; it was a priority alarm from a deep space exploration radar. Zhang Yan had only seen that frequency twice before: once during the Void Spear and once during the gathering of a lunar colony.
Guanxing dragged the data onto the main screen.
Zhang Yan stood in front of the control panel, looking at the numbers.
Number of frontliners in a group: 24.
The last probe included 12 probes, and with less than six hours until Jupiter intercepts them, the number has doubled.
The stargazer's fingers hovered over the keyboard. "The mother entity merged with an asteroid belt along the way, giving birth to a mutated individual with an energy level higher than the original vanguard..."
She paused for a moment.
"It ranges from 40% to 60%."
Zhang Yan stared at the screen without saying a word.
24, mutants, with one and a half times the original energy.
He turned on Qin Xiao's communication.
"Did you see the data?"
Qin Xiao was silent for half a second. "I saw it."
"The plan remains unchanged. All 108 Mo Bing units will be deployed, and the dismantling pace will remain the same across the three batches, with the interval between each batch extended to 55 minutes."
"If the time is extended, will the peak value of the pain signals received by the mother decrease?"
"No." Zhang Yan closed the interface and went to retrieve the mecha's pre-departure test records. "The higher the mutant's energy, the stronger the dismantling signal, and the deeper the host's perception. A large number is an advantage, not a problem."
Qin Xiao didn't speak immediately.
Zhang Yan turned to the third page of the test record. The crystallization activity of the Tiangong final formula was currently 82%, which was sufficient.
"Brother Yan." Qin Xiao's voice came back. "Your nose is bleeding?"
Zhang Yan looked down and realized that the tissue hadn't been properly tucked away, with a section sticking out.
"It's nothing, just a side effect of training, it happened three hours ago."
"You now..."
"I'm in top form before we leave." He put away the tissue. "See you in Jupiter's orbit in six hours. Let's stick to plan."
Turn off the channel.
After a brief silence in the lab, Guan Xing returned to the control panel and began labeling the energy data of the 24 mutants one by one into the array defense diagram.
She didn't ask Zhang Yan what exactly happened during those three hours. She simply wiped the bloodstain next to the interrupt button with a tissue and also wiped away the bloodstain on the control panel armrest.
Zhang Yan input the final parameters of the Heavenly Craftsmanship into the mecha system, saved it, and started the self-test program.
At five o'clock in the morning, Nie Qingcheng pushed open the door.
She glanced at the control panel, then at Zhang Yan, said nothing, walked to the bar, poured herself a glass of hot water, and placed it next to him.
Zhang Yan took it and took a sip.
What time do we depart?
"Six hours later."
Nie Qingcheng looked at the self-check progress bar. "It's reached 3.2%?"
"Locked."
She reached out and touched his right temple, her fingertip touching the puncture site. Without asking any questions, she withdrew her hand and looked at the screen again.
"24 mutants, Qin Xiao, did you explain that to him clearly?"
"I did."
"Has the pace of disassembly been adjusted?"
"The interval has been extended to 55 minutes."
Nie Qingcheng nodded, picked up the tablet next to her, brought up the outer evacuation route of Jupiter's orbit, and looked at it silently without saying a word.
Six hours later, the Tiangong Final Formation took off from the top-secret launch site. The Azure Dragon core was fully stealthy, and Zhang Yan led 107 Ink Soldiers to set off first.
Before the last Mo Bing was launched, Nie Qingcheng stood at the edge of the launch site and said something to the communication channel.
"Remember to let me know you're safe."
Zhang Yan said, "Hmm."
The mech disappeared outside the atmosphere.