Inside the laboratory, a blinding blue light surged like a tide.
It wasn't just light; it was a high-concentration flow of magic particles.
As the mechanical head named 【Pumpkin One】 was fully interfaced with the headless knight's neck nerves, an overwhelming torrent of data instantly washed through the knight's entire body via the spinal nerves.
"Sizzle— Sizzle—"
The set of ancient, heavy, and even somewhat rusty black plate armor on the knight seemed to be endowed with a strange life at that moment.
The metal groaned.
The plates trembled.
They were like wax melting under high heat, beginning to flow and reorganize slowly, emitting a series of tooth-aching, gear-grinding mechanical friction sounds.
"Clack! Crunch!"
The wide pauldrons, originally designed to defend against heavy blows, now retracted inward like folding umbrellas, becoming rounded and form-fitting. A row of tiny exhaust vents even popped out from the edges.
The bulky breastplate began to collapse and reshape. Under the pressure of magic, the originally flat steel plates rose into a breathtaking curve, perfectly outlining a woman's unique physique.
The most miraculous part was the waist.
The armor plates that had originally protected the abdomen like an iron barrel now stacked and tightened layer by layer, eventually forming a structure similar to a bionic spine.
Not only did the defensive power not decrease, but it also cinched a slender waistline that would make any supermodel jealous.
"This... this... this..."
Zoe pushed up the thick glasses sliding down her nose, her mouth forming an 'O' shape.
"This isn't scientific! How can metal automatically deform? Is this... is this the power of the system?"
"No, this is the power of aesthetics."
Victor stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching this emerging 'artwork' with an appreciative expression.
"The previous design was too clunky. The drag coefficient was too high, which seriously affected mobility."
"This is much better—a streamlined design that is ergonomic and..."
Victor pointed at the combat boots that were becoming longer and thinner, finally transforming into a pair of metal long boots with sharp heels.
"And more oppressive, isn't it?"
Boom—!
With the final roar of an air valve closing.
The modification was complete.
The original stout, headless brute who radiated the stench of a corpse had completely vanished.
In its place was a female knight nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a tall and hot figure, exuding a cold metallic texture.
She still wore black armor.
But this armor was no longer that outdated medieval style; it was full of sharp lines and complex mechanical structures, with every joint shimmering with a blue energy aura.
Especially that iconic mechanical pumpkin head with a dark-gold luster.
Those two triangular electronic prosthetic eyes were currently emitting a soul-stirring red light, trailing two long tails of light in the dim laboratory.
Cool.
So cool.
This was simply an ultimate killing machine stepped out of a cyberpunk film set.
"This is... me?"
Helena lowered her head, looking at her slender yet explosive hands covered in adamantite gauntlets.
She tried clenching her fist.
Hum!
The hydraulic devices at the knuckles responded instantly, emitting a slight hum as the air itself was squeezed to the point of popping under that grip.
That sense of power was several times stronger than when she was at her peak in life!
Moreover, it was more precise and more controllable.
"Not just you, but your weapon as well."
Victor pointed at the somewhat shabby, rusty longsword at her waist.
"Since the body has been upgraded, if the weapon doesn't match, wouldn't that be a total letdown?"
Helena nodded.
Although she didn't have a brain now, the super-chip inside that mechanical head allowed her to instantly understand Victor's meaning.
She slowly drew the longsword from her waist.
"Clang—"
The moment the blade was unsheathed.
A violent surge of magic followed her arm, frantically pouring into the hilt.
The originally rusty iron sword had its surface rust instantly peel off under the infusion of this magic, revealing a blade made of an unknown material.
But that wasn't enough.
"Zoe, activate the particle oscillation module!"
Victor snapped his fingers.
"On it!"
Zoe immediately pressed a red button on the control console.
Sizzle—!!!
The longsword in Helena's hand suddenly vibrated.
The originally solid blade actually became blurred at this moment.
That was because the blade was vibrating frantically at a high frequency of tens of thousands of times per second!
Immediately after.
A layer of blinding, lightning-like high-energy blue particle beams instantly covered the entire blade.
What was once a cold weapon.
Now, it had become a blade that cut through iron as if it were mud and burned upon contact...
A High-Frequency Vibrating Particle Sword (Magic-Modified Edition)!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"
Helena swung it casually.
She didn't use force.
It just lightly sliced through the air.
A thick lab table nearby, along with the iron rack on top of it, was silently cut into two pieces like cheese sliced by a hot knife.
The cut even glowed red and melted due to the high temperature.
"So... so strong."
Alice looked at that light sword and subconsciously hid her great scissors behind her back.
If this thing hit her body, she probably wouldn't even have a chance to regenerate; she'd be cooked directly.
"It's not over yet."
Victor was not satisfied with just this.
He walked to the side door of the laboratory and pulled it open.
Outside the door.
That skeletal horse that had always followed the headless knight was currently lying on the ground shivering, looking at this group of lunatics inside with its empty eye sockets.
It instinctively felt that these people meant it no good.
"Helena, go try out your mount."
Victor pointed at the poor horse.
"As a knight, how can you not have a flashy mount? But this horse... is a bit too retro. it doesn't fit your temperament."
Helena turned that red-flickering pumpkin head and looked at her old partner.
Under the calculation of that super-chip, countless data streams flashed before her eyes.
【Target: black nightmare horse (low-level undead).】
【Status: Old, damaged, insufficient power.】
【Plan: Assimilation modification.】
She stepped out with her long legs, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal heels tapping on the ground, and walked up to the skeletal horse.
The skeletal horse wanted to run.
But the suppression originating from the depths of its soul made it unable to move.
Helena reached out and pressed her hand onto the skeletal horse's bare skull.
"Interfacing... starting."
A cold electronic voice sounded.
Hum—!!!
An even larger magic power, carrying a rich metallic aura, followed her arm and was forcefully poured into the skeletal horse's body.
"Neigh—!!!"
The skeletal horse let out a painful yet excited whinny.
Its frame began to tremble violently.
The originally grey-white bones quickly turned into a lustrous black-iron color under the erosion of the magic.
Blue Netherfire erupted from the gaps between the bones.
But the most astonishing change was in its form.
Its four hooves began to deform, the bones fusing and expanding, finally turning into four... wheels burning with blue flames?!
Its spine elongated, becoming more streamlined.
Its ribs flared out to the sides, becoming a row of ferocious exhaust pipes.
In just a few seconds.
That originally scrawny undead horse.
Actually turned into a wild... heavy chopper made of bone, black iron, and ghost fire right before everyone's eyes?!
Although it still retained the horse's skull as the front of the vehicle, this design and this aura were simply a replica of the Ghost Rider's ride!
"Vroom, vroom, vroom—!!!"
Helena straddled the mount.
There was no need for reins.
She only needed to press her hands on the 'handles' protruding from both sides of the horse's head, and the magic in her body would automatically become fuel.
Accompanied by a thunderous engine roar (which was actually the explosion of soul fire), two pillars of blue fire shot out from the exhaust pipes.
"This is... quite reasonable."
Victor looked at this 'skeletal motorcycle' full of magical realism and nodded in satisfaction.
"This is what you call a knight."
"Mounted combat is old news from the Middle Ages. The current trend is—road rage with blades!"
Helena also seemed to like this new toy very much.
She suddenly twisted the 'throttle'.
Boom!
The motorcycle's front wheel lifted high, then drew a blue arc in the air before landing steadily.
She performed a drift in the not-so-spacious backyard, the tires (fire wheels) plowing a deep scorch mark into the ground, before coming to a steady stop in front of Victor.
The vehicle tilted slightly.
Helena's long, straight leg extended, propping herself on the ground, the movement incredibly cool.
"Click."
She flipped off the bike.
That high-frequency particle sword automatically returned to its sheath on her back.
She walked to Victor and knelt on one knee.
That metal pumpkin head lowered slightly, showing absolute submission.
"Beep—"
"System self-check complete."
"All modules operating normally."
That cold, electronic synthesized female voice with a metallic echo sounded again.
"Helena, awaiting orders."
"Commander."
Victor looked at this new God-Chosen before him, who embodied technology, magic, beauty, and violence, and felt a surge of satisfaction.
With this great general.
In the future, they could not only fight but also run.
This was a true 'Mobile Task Force'!
"Very good, Helena."
Victor reached out and patted that smooth pumpkin head.
"Welcome to the Benevolent Heart Clinic family."
"Now, I have the first mission to give you."
He pointed to the unknown area outside the clinic gates, still shrouded in mist.
"Ride your new bike and take a lap around this peninsula."
"I need a complete map."
"And while you're at it..."
Victor pushed his glasses, revealing that signature 'benevolent' smile.
"If you encounter any 'patients' who run fast and are hard to catch..."
"Use your wheels to teach them what 'traffic rules' are."
"By your command, Commander."
Helena stood up, the red light on her helmet flashing.
She turned and straddled the motorcycle.
Boom—!
Blue flames erupted.
A bolt of black lightning tore through the mist, carrying a piercing sonic boom, and instantly vanished at the end of the forest.
Leaving behind only scorched tire marks on the ground and a group of onlookers dazed in the wind.
"That..."
Mia, holding half a piece of unfinished bone, stared blankly in the direction Helena had disappeared, her eyes blinking with some envy.
"Director..."
"I want that big fire-breathing toy too..."
"Can you... can you modify me like that too?"
Victor: "..."
"Stop messing around."
"You're a dog... no, you're a wolf."
"A wolf should look like a wolf. You use four legs to run, not wheels."
"Be good, go lick up the oil stains on the ground."
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