"Emperor Star, you bastard of a grandma!"
Yang Ming shook his slightly numb left hand, looking at the researchers and soldiers he had just knocked out. He spat viciously, then bent down to strip a soldier of his helmet and jacket.
Dammit, Kigrov had modified him, but he still went to stop Valkyrie?
The only reason Yang Ming did not offer Valkyrie cigarettes or knives was that Valkyrie would chop him up too!
The hull trembled continuously.
Valkyrie's second rebellion had begun.
Yang Ming rummaged through his body, finding that the body he inherited from Hanton was unharmed, only stronger.
He dared not delay, and while dressing in the helmet and jacket, he pondered his genetic modification and the strange connection he had formed with Valkyrie.
Suppose Valkyrie is a Subordinate Ancient God Life Form;
Then Yang Ming was now a Subordinate Ancient God Life Form.
The Ancient God extinguished by the Sherman Empire had transformed into Valkyrie with Kigrov's "help"; Valkyrie's original personality had been obliterated, and now Valkyrie was a life form that could not be understood with carbon-based thinking.
Most fatally, after Yang Ming had fused and perfectly accepted Valkyrie's Genetic Fluid, Valkyrie had sensed his existence!
This sensing was mutual!
Now she wanted to devour Yang Ming, reclaim the genes, perfect herself!
[Selfishness] is the first characteristic of an Ancient God Life Form!
Yang Ming cursed that perverse Kigrov in his heart, his movements growing increasingly urgent.
The ship conveyed continuous explosions, and evacuation instructions played everywhere, the situation was quite pessimistic.
As Yang Ming burst out of the backup lab's door, attracted by the explosions, he turned his head toward the corridor's end just in time to see a ball of fire gush from a descending passage.
In the flames, a burly, plump Empire soldier screamed as he flew backwards and crashed heavily against the wall, an alloy plate broken off in his chest.
It was a very un-artistic death.
Yang Ming retreated a few steps and, like a gust of wind, rushed towards the emergency passage, only to return within seconds and dashed towards the elevator.
The emergency route was blocked by safety gates!
Although the elevator had also stopped operating, there was still a path hidden here that went straight up and down.
— The elevator shaft.
The explosion sounds at the end of the corridor had grown denser.
The research ship's hull continued to shake.
Using an identity card he had scrounged, Yang Ming swiped open the elevator door and hid in the inoperative elevator.
The simulated gravity disappeared quickly, and with a light leap, Yang Ming touched the elevator's top, his left foot on the handrail, and his right foot braced in the corner. He fumbled next to the overhead light fixture, activating a small screen which displayed a digital lock.
Maintenance password...
No, why the heck is there a maintenance password for a broken elevator!
Yang Ming punched the silver panel on a whim, and the lights in the fixture began to flicker gently.
It was just a punch out of frustration, yet it made Yang Ming freeze, staring up at the clear indentation left by his fist.
"When did my strength become so great..."
Yang Ming, as if discovering a new continent, slowly clenched his fist, felt the muscles in his arm slightly heating up, took a few deep breaths, and delivered an uppercut to the metal panel!
Bang!
The twenty-centimeter-thick modular device flew upwards, its embedded circuit board and warning lights shattering simultaneously, a piercing alarm resounding inside and outside the elevator.
Yang Ming stared at his fist, which swelled and then quickly un-swelled, lightly scratching the fist edge as the pain in his bones quickly faded.
Uh, those he had just knocked "unconscious"...
Wish them reincarnation.
Was this the power of Valkyrie's Genetic Fluid?
Yang Ming dared not think further, violently dismantled the side panel, floated out of the elevator like a fish, and, under the influence of a weak force field, landed steadily on top of the elevator.
Looking up, the deep shaft seemed to lead to outer space, the floor indicator lights of the ship's cabins flickering gently like signs guiding the spaceship's course.
Head to the bridge?
No, don't go to the bridge.
Going directly to the bridge might cost him his chance to escape; Kigrov would not let him go.
Yang Ming now understood why Kigrov insisted on modifying him—his proposal had harmed Valkyrie Po Suo.
Three lifeboats were distributed outside the bridge's cargo hold, outside the crew rest area, and at the rear hangar; the rear hangar also housed a squadron of carrier aircraft, seven or eight Battle Mechas, and two landing crafts, all of which could be used as temporary escape equipment.
The lifeboat outside the rest area's cargo would definitely be very crowded, and it was too close to the bottom cabin laboratory...
To the rear hangar!
Yang Ming exerted a slight force on his legs, his body lifting off from the top of the elevator and glided diagonally, grabbing the inner wall of the elevator shaft.
His field of vision suddenly trembled, Yang Ming naturally couldn't see the changes appearing in his pupils, but this dark elevator shaft had turned into a grayish tone in his eyes, with every detail visible.
He even had night vision capabilities.