Looking at Hisoka, who was wearing a long bathrobe, Martin held the microphone and smiled somewhat eccentrically.
"Then Hisoka, you can start wearing it."
After Martin finished speaking, he nodded to Hisoka inside the isolation enclosure.
Hisoka also nodded to the people outside.
Then, he began to unbutton his robe, revealing his naked body underneath.
Hisoka showed no discomfort at being completely exposed.
However, when her gaze fell upon Daisy, she blushed almost imperceptibly.
"To be honest, Hisoka, you're quite physically strong."
Martin made a joke from outside, trying to lighten the increasingly tense atmosphere.
"I'm going to start wearing it now."
Hisoka picked up a soft, white equipment component from the table; some key parts of it had silver-white metal clasps.
"First, the pants."
He slipped his legs in and put them on; the slightly loose leggings instantly tightened, fitting snugly against his leg muscles.
Martin hurriedly asked from outside.
"Hisoka, are you feeling unwell?"
Hisoka hopped slightly to the left and right, made an OK sign, and picked up his upper body suit, putting it on like a long-sleeved shirt.
Similarly, the suit tightened instantly.
"Next up are the shoes and the helmet."
Hisoka will put on two white boots and a helmet with a transparent eye shield that looks just like a sapphire.
The final step is to put on two gloves.
Hisoka now looks like he's just wearing a thicker set of protective gear.
There are gaps at the neck, at the shoes and pants, and at the glove joint.
The key parts of the suit all over the body have silver-white buckles at the joints.
These buckles make the overall color scheme of the suit appear somewhat discordant.
At this point, everyone inside and outside the isolation barrier understood that a critical moment had arrived.
Hisoka is currently wearing his battle suit and helmet. Although his eyes appear to be dark, transparent crystals, the view from inside to the outside is exceptionally clear.
Hisoka took a deep breath and nodded towards the outside.
He saw Daisy give him a slight smile.
"Ten seconds to go, get ready."
A countdown rang out from the loudspeaker inside the isolation enclosure.
"10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1, Holy Silver Limiter Released."
The electronic sound had just faded.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."
A series of sounds, similar to steam jets, were heard.
"Pat, pat, pat..."
Numerous silver-white metal buckles detached from key parts of the suit, such as the seams, and fell to the ground one by one.
"Hisoka, how are you feeling? Is there any unusual reaction from the Genji?"
Martin immediately asked with concern.
Hisoka took a look.
"It suddenly became active, but it's still within a controllable range. I'm about to enter the final command."
Before anyone outside could reply, Hisoka issued a voice command.
"Power of the Source, activate!"
As Hisoka's voice faded, those outside saw a flash of blue light appear around the eyes on his helmet.
Inside the isolation enclosure, Hisoka couldn't care less about the reactions of those outside.
Lines of text data appeared on the visual screen, and the female voice channel set by the instrument also started to play.
"Cellular sensors in all parts of the suit are functioning normally; joint protection and connection to begin."
"5%...10%...50%...100%"
At the joints and gaps of the suit, white fleshy buds began to spread and grow like fleshy sprouts, intertwining between the upper and lower parts.
In about 5 seconds, Hisoka had completely transformed into a futuristic warrior with a perfect blend of streamlined physique and muscular power.
"Combat suit connection complete, initiating mental synchronization!"
"Buzz..."
All Hisoka could hear was the sound of countless bees flapping their wings, interspersed with the sound of electricity.
At the same time, my mind was filled with a lot of information that I couldn't quite explain.
With just a thought, he knew the temperature, humidity, and oxygen content inside the glass enclosure.
At the same time, one can also feel the cells throughout the Source Suit transmitting various data information to the accompanying instruments via electrical signals, which are then displayed on the screen.
"The Source Suit has been activated and is 76% synchronized with the user's spirit."
Hisoka was somewhat shocked as he experienced everything in his body.
Reach out and look at the white hand; there is absolutely no resistance when you grasp it.
Once mental synchronization is achieved, each part of the suit becomes like an extension of the body.
He even knew that even if he didn't breathe now, the cells in his suit would still exchange oxygen into his body by adhering to his pores.
Data streams appeared on the screen in front of me like a barrage of images.
"The suit has 100% oxygen reserves, which can last for 500 hours."
"The battle suit's cellular energy reserves are 8%."
"The user is in good health and is hungry."
...
As one of the developers, Hisoka understood that this screen information could theoretically be omitted because the Source Cells allowed users to know this information directly and naturally at the conscious level.
But that applies to people with a synchronization rate higher than 90%.
Although "warriors" with values below this threshold can still perceive information, their accuracy will be reduced to a certain degree, so screen-based information assistance is ultimately retained.
"Hisoka, what's wrong with you? Is the Source Qi synchronized with your mind? Say something!"
Martin, looking anxious, called out to Hisoka Albansson inside the glass enclosure for the third time.
One hand had already reached for the red emergency button on the control panel.
Having a user's Source Suit is far more terrifying than being in a forbidden state.
The scientists present were well aware of this.
If the Source goes out of control or Dr. Albansson is controlled by the Source Cell's consciousness, Martin will not hesitate to initiate the destruction program.
Even if Hiso Albansson is his best friend here.
But to be honest, Martin wasn't very confident that the Destruction Program could completely kill the Source Cells, and he estimated that in the end, the Knight would have to use the Holy Silver to solve the problem.
Hisoka finally snapped out of his shock.
"Martin! You old geezer, put your hands down! What are you doing, making Albansson-style human flesh barbecue?"
"Phew~"
Many people breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hisoka, I know it feels strange to use the suit for the first time, but you're not a teenager anymore. Please don't scare me. I'm not young anymore."
Martin wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Haha, you old man, congratulations everyone, we succeeded! The Source Suit has excellent controllability and taming ability!"
Hisoka is now looking around with great curiosity.
Various data and information appeared in my mind and on the screen.
Some things can be understood clearly with just one's awareness, while others require the aid of a screen.
He looked out of the glass enclosure.
The most conspicuous were the four Dark Templar Knights, whose bodies radiated a burning cyan-gold light.
Each screen label displays "Bronze-level Energy Reaction".
Then he looked at the group of researchers.
Almost everyone was only faintly outlined, and the label on the screen read "Body Strength 5".
Martin, that old guy, only has a 3.
This is a display function based on the ancient hierarchical information recorded by scientists in the Dark Sanctuary.
A value of 5 is roughly the value for a normal adult. When the value reaches the limit of 10, a black iron energy level reaction will be displayed.
The subsequent levels cannot be accurately displayed numerically; one can only sense whether the other party has exceeded the limit.
"Well, Martin, I have to tell you some sad news!"
Hisoka spoke to the outside in a dejected tone.
"What? Is it a fatal flaw?"
Martin and the people outside became tense.
"No, it's not the suit that's the problem, it's you."
"I?"
Hisoka gave a funny smile, but it was hidden from view by his suit.
"Yes, I have to tell you, your combat power is less than 5!"
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