From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 700 "Test results: no signs of infection and no abnormal reactions."

"Initiate containment."

The lead officer gave the order in a deep voice.

Dozens of special operations team members quickly dispersed and moved swiftly and decisively.

The infected people lying in the middle of the street had long been unconscious from the powerful electric shocks and severe injuries, but their limbs were still twitching, revealing a kind of unsettling vitality.

Pfft——!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the magnetic locking ring closing in the air was particularly jarring.

One by one, the infected were forcibly restrained, their limbs firmly bound, unable to move.

Then, the special operations team lifted "them" and threw them directly into the containment pod.

As the containment hatches slowly closed and the sealing device activated, red lights immediately flashed on the surface of the hatches, like cold coffins, completely sealing off the group of mutated beings.

"Containment pod number one, stable."

"Containment pod number two, stable."

"All targets have been confirmed."

The communication sound echoed in the channel.

Each confirmation was delivered with unwavering coldness, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Soon, the dozen or so infected individuals were loaded into the cabin one by one and pushed deep into the engine room of the transport ship via mechanical rails.

The hatch closed again, sealing shut with air, and a warning red light illuminated, indicating that the danger had been temporarily contained.

On the other side, several members of the special operations team approached Lei Ruoya and the Glory Warrior.

They carried portable sprayers filled with a highly effective disinfectant specially formulated by the biological department.

With the low hum of the high-pressure pump, a transparent, pale blue disinfectant mist gushed out, completely covering the armor and shield.

Fine mist diffused in the air, carrying a pungent drug odor, covering Lei Ruoya and her subordinates.

The agent quickly seeped into the gaps in the armor, and was then evaporated and dispersed.

"After basic disinfection is completed, subsequent isolation and observation must be carried out in accordance with regulations."

The special operations team member announced indifferently, his voice mechanical yet exuding an unquestionable rigor.

Lei Ruoya nodded slightly in response.

She knew that these people wouldn't say much to the Glory Legion; their presence was simply to ensure that any potential risks were completely eliminated.

After finishing, she turned to look in the direction of the fire station and gave an order over the communicator:

"Escort the survivors."

The two subordinates who were waiting in the fire station immediately took action, their heavy footsteps echoing in the dilapidated stairwell.

A moment later, they led the group of survivors who were cowering anxiously in the dormitory out.

The survivors initially felt a sense of relief and joy at having survived the ordeal, but when they actually stepped out of the fire station and saw the bloody scene on the street, their faces turned deathly pale.

Limbs, bits of flesh, and pools of blood seemed to cover the entire street.

The rusty smell, mixed with gunpowder and fishy stench, thickened and permeated the air.

"vomit--!"

Some people couldn't hold back and started gagging on the spot, followed by several women and children who also vomited.

But the figures of the Glory Warriors stood beside them, their heavy armor and energy shields forming an invisible barrier.

Even though the survivors were shaken, they instinctively huddled around these steel-like guardians, as if only in this way could they find a moment of safety from this bloody hell.

Several members of the special operations team stepped forward again and, without any emotion, sprayed disinfectant on the survivors.

The pale blue mist fell on these haggard-looking people, causing them to shiver and back away, yet they had no choice but to accept it.

The coldness of the medicine seeped into the skin, bringing a piercing discomfort.

After confirming that there were no abnormalities, everyone was guided to gradually board the massive transport ship.

Upon entering the second-floor cabin, a vast space immediately comes into view.

The metal walls gleamed with cold white light, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and machinery. Transparent partitions separated different areas.

The survivors were placed in the forward section, completely isolated by quarantine zones and energy barriers.

The Glory Warriors and Lei Ruoya were led to the other side, to a temporary observation pod specially set up for the warriors. The smell of disinfectant still lingered, and their tall armor cast cold, hard shadows under the lights.

As the hatches gradually closed, the pressure regulating devices inside the transport ship emitted a low rumble.

"The power system is working correctly."

"Navigation confirmed, space gate."

"Lift off."

The pilots' conversations came through the communicator.

boom--!
The transport ship shook violently, then slowly rose, the wreckage on the street quickly shrank, and the shadows swept up in the dust gradually receded.

High in the sky, two raiding boats escorted the ship like swords on either side, their streamlined hulls flashing with cold lights, their turrets locked on the ground below, guarding against any possible accidents.

The transport boat's engine exhaust ripped through the thick clouds as it sped into the depths of the forest.

Through the porthole, the survivors' expressions varied, but all were still shaken.

The elderly man clutched the tattered hem of his clothes with trembling hands, his breathing rapid, as if he had not yet recovered from the hellish streets.

The young mother held her child tightly in her arms, her eyes unfocused, trying to comfort him with a trembling voice, yet she couldn't even believe that the future still existed.

The three firefighters who had fought desperately leaned against a corner, their backs straight, but their eyes betrayed their exhaustion. They had thought that the fire station was the last bastion, but now they realized that the true power far exceeded their understanding.

The atmosphere in the cabin gradually became heavy again.

Some people murmured repeatedly, as if talking to themselves, "It's over, it's over," while others stared intently at the metal bulkhead, their eyes vacant.

In fact, this state is not difficult to understand—

Not long ago, they experienced ups and downs that most people could hardly imagine in their lifetime.

First, they were surrounded by hundreds of crazed infected, feeling as if they could be torn apart at any moment. Then, they witnessed heavily armored warriors slaughtering everything with superhuman strength. Finally, they were taken into this transport ship that looked like something out of a futuristic science fiction movie.

For them, it was like riding a roller coaster that could shatter their hearts.

The transport ship's interior vibrates evenly, and the cold white lights make the space feel particularly chilly. The hum of the engine under the outer deck is transmitted through the metal to everyone's ears, as rhythmic as a heartbeat.

Gradually, several survivors couldn't help but approach the porthole, hoping to find a familiar sense of reality through this only transparent interface.

However, when the transport convoy was less than ten kilometers from its destination, the view outside the portholes froze all the survivors.

For a moment, the entire cabin seemed to freeze.

They remembered clearly that just moments ago, outside the porthole was a vast forest, with the layered canopies of trees appearing and disappearing in the mist.

But the next second, as if an invisible hand had torn reality apart, a magnificent and breathtaking "mirror" suddenly appeared in the center of the forest.

It was a massive spatial portal measuring 6km x 6km.

It is like a giant mercury screen standing between heaven and earth, with ripples on its surface, yet it is extremely smooth.

Countless glimmers of light shimmer on its surface, refracting the sky and the earth to create a surreal illusion.

It is not embedded in the forest, but rather perched atop it, like an unquestionable boundary marker, completely separating the natural landscape from the unknown.

"Oh my god, what is that?" someone whispered, their voice trembling, barely able to make a sound.

"That...that's a door? But...how could it be so big?" Another survivor covered his mouth, his eyes wide.

The shock they felt far surpassed their fear of the infected. The former was bloody and cruel, but still somewhat understandable; the scene before them, however, was a complete subversion of "reality" itself.

In fact, within a radius of ten kilometers centered on the space gate, there exists a special energy barrier that shields all conventional perception and observation.

Its existence cannot be detected by optics, heat sources, or any electronic detection.

Only under the will of the human emperor will the shielding effect be automatically removed, allowing the portal to appear in a breathtaking manner.

These survivors could not possibly know all this; they could only explain it with their limited imagination.

Just as the cabin fell silent, a child's innocent voice suddenly rang out.

"Mom, am I right? They must be from the future! Only in the future would there be a door like this!"

A child of about seven or eight years old looked at his mother, who was holding him, with innocent certainty.

The mother was stunned. She instinctively wanted to scold him, but at that moment, the words caught in her throat.

All the survivors looked at the child, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
It contains both absurd shock and an instinctive reliance on hope.

When Lei Ruoya, who was under the helmet, heard these words, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.

It was an expression that contained neither sarcasm nor mockery, but rather a faint hint of gentleness emanating from his stern face.

She didn't explain anything, because there was no need to.

Children's fantasies are precisely the spiritual support they need most at this moment.

The transport convoy continued its advance, passing through churning clouds. As the distance closed, the outline of the forward base finally came into view.

This place is truly a man-made miracle.

Countless modular buildings have rapidly taken shape on this land, their metal frames intersecting like swords piercing the ground.

The neatly arranged living quarters, medical modules, and command center, pieced together like building blocks, exude a sense of order that commands respect.

The barracks area is particularly eye-catching, with rows of armored barracks neatly arranged and defensive fortifications layered upon each other, almost completed.

Even a cursory glance reveals the ingenuity and efficiency of its planning.

The roar of construction machinery still echoed in the air.

Giant robotic arms shuttle back and forth, transporting armor plates and energy components, while hovering heavy trucks occasionally glide low overhead, delivering new modules to designated locations.

On the ground, there are numerous Hextech robots, as well as various Terminators and Hunters whose movements are precise and well-organized.

The engineering department, known as the "infrastructure maniac," has once again proven the weight of that reputation.

They seemed capable of building human barriers from scratch on the wasteland with steel in an instant.

As the transport ship gradually descended, the atmosphere of the entire front-line base was already palpable.

The transport ship circled at low altitude for a moment, then gradually slowed down and descended with a deep roar.

"Stable attitude, preparing for landing."

The pilot's voice echoed over the loudspeaker, concise and devoid of emotion.

Boom, boom.

With a muffled thud, the transport ship landed steadily on the helipad at the forward base.

The tremors of the cabin then stopped, and the heavy latches clicked loudly, as if iron chains were firmly fastened to the giant beast.

The hatch slowly opened, and a blast of cold air rushed out, mixed with the scent of metal and energy.

Several teams were already waiting on the outer tarmac. They were also wearing white protective armor, their expressions were not visible under their masks, but their actions were meticulous.

"Survivors first."

One of the officers gave a brief order.

Escorted by the warriors of honor, the survivors carefully stepped out of the hatch.

As soon as they stepped onto the helipad, they were guided to a silver-gray passageway. Energy walls lined both sides of the passageway, creating a structure resembling a narrow corridor.

This is a passage specifically designed for initial isolation, which can completely isolate unidentified personnel from the base area.

The survivors were tense but dared not disobey, having already experienced firsthand the ruthlessness and efficiency of the Imperial forces.

The survivors walked step by step toward the end of the tunnel, where the disinfection equipment was humming softly.

"Stop."

A mechanical voice suddenly rang out.

In an instant, dozens of jet pipes extended from the top of the tunnel.

Buzz~—Buzz!

Accompanied by a sharp screech, a pale blue atomized liquid sprayed down, completely enveloping the survivors.

The mist seeps into clothing and skin, bringing a chilling, burning sensation.

Some people couldn't help but gasp, but were quickly suppressed by the cold atmosphere around them and could only endure it silently.

A few minutes later, the fog slowly dissipated, the air circulation system removed the remaining liquid, and the tunnel became clear again.

Then, an energy gate opened in front of them, and the survivors were led one by one to the medical module, where more systematic medical examinations and isolation measures awaited them.

On the other side, Leiroya and her honor warriors were guided to a designated quarantine area.

This is a separate metal cabin, its interior spotless, with harsh, cold white lighting.

"The armor is removed."

As the special operations team officers gave the order, a large number of technicians stepped forward to assist Lei Ruoya and six honor warriors in unlocking the heavy outer armor layer by layer.

The sound of metal clips loosening echoed throughout the cabin, and heavy armor plates fell to the ground with a dull thud.

As the last piece of armor detached, a sense of oppression immediately filled the air.
Even without armor, the Glory Warriors remain as upright as steel, with robust physiques, as if imbued with the power of a cold, stern statue.

Lei Ruoya then removed her helmet, revealing her cold yet resolute face. Even without the armor, her eyes remained sharp, carrying an imposing and authoritative aura.

Several protective personnel immediately stepped forward, holding multi-functional scanning devices and biosensors, to examine them one by one.

A blue-white beam of light swept down from top to bottom, and energy pulses spread between the epidermis and muscle layers, instantly capturing any abnormality.

At the same time, invisible particle samplers are also floating in the air, rapidly analyzing potential indicators in their breath, sweat, and blood.

"No suspicious energy fluctuations were detected during the scan."

"Blood sample collection complete, data transmission in progress."

"Heart rate is normal, and immune response is within the standard range."

One report after another rang out.

During this time, Lei Ruoya stood quietly, her gaze fixed straight ahead, showing no sign of tension or unease.

She knew these procedures were not directed at her personally, but were to ensure that any potential risks would not threaten the entire base.

The honor warriors remained silent, having long been accustomed to this rigorous, almost ruthless, examination.

Finally, after dozens of scans and tests, a striking green light appeared above the control panel.

"The test results showed no signs of infection and no abnormal reactions."

On the holographic screen, the data chain is complete and clear, and every indicator is displayed within a safe range.

"Confirmed, Glory Legion squad, ruled out as a possible source of infection."

The special operations officer made a brief announcement, with an air of unquestionable authority.

The atmosphere inside the cabin finally eased slightly.
(End of this chapter)