"Can it transfer the structure of the source material?!"
When he realized this, Ian's breathing even stopped for a moment in shock.
But soon, he understood what the silver chip could do: "Wait...let me try it!"
At this time, Ian could not fully control the ancient dragon core, but it was not difficult to just stop its automatic operation and switch to powering the silver chip.
Now it is not difficult to know that Hilliard also used his own core to power the silver chip, so even if both were transferred into Ian's body, they still spontaneously cooperated with each other.
There is even a vague trend of integration.
Ian stopped this trend. He was keenly aware of what it meant that the silver chip could imprint the structure of the sublimated organ and allow it to continue to operate.
"This means that I can transfer part of the sefirot structure to the chip... to reduce the load on my sefirot organs?"
He muttered to himself in disbelief. The young man took a deep breath. He was very clear that these were just guesses. He had to prove them before he could continue thinking: "The structure of the teacher's core cannot be used for experiments. I can only use my own."
Sublimated organs.”
"Let me think about it...which sublimation organ's source material structure is more insignificant?"
Some questions don't require thinking at all; as soon as you ask them, the answers are obvious.
“Part of the water contained in the crystalline bones of the reef-eating sea otter belongs to the source structure.”
Without any hesitation, Ian mobilized the Source Seed without thinking, controlled his own Source Seed, and performed a 'cut' on his sublimation organ.
This is a self-destruction of martial arts in a sense, but for those sublimates with impurity structures in their bodies, it is a painful but beneficial move. In theory, Ian should have helped Hilliard a long time ago.
The water in the separated crystal bone is the source of water, but after all, this is the foundation used to deceive Viscount Grant.
After the removal, if you want to have it again, you may have to take the potion of the Wavesinger's true form and risk distortion.
This is also a big risk, but for Ian, who has already made some guesses, it is worth the gamble. After all, according to the tradition on the continent of Terra, he will not truly start practicing true form until four years later.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
The pain of having the essence structure removed is no better than the pain when the silver chip was connected to the nerves just now. What's more, Ian will never lose his water element foundation. It feels like a piece is missing in his heart. The entire Pure Rock
The nuclear sublimation organ is even more dilapidated and will take at least a few months to slowly repair.
Enduring such pain, Ian did not expel the cut source material structure from his body. Theoretically, these cut source material structures will mix with his blood and part of the metal-based flesh and blood, forming a crystal-like sublimation element, which can also
When defective sublimation materials are sold for money.
He controls the sefirot and 'commands' the silver chip in his body to contact these sefirot structures.
The silver light comes into contact with the light blue source material.
Then it happened in an instant.
Different from the slow fusion of the core of the ancient dragon, in less than a blink of an eye, the water element structure that Ian cut out by himself was imprinted on himself by the silver chip.
Immediately afterwards, Ian sensed that the emptiness and ruin of his instincts after cutting off his sublimated organs disappeared in an instant.
He has regained his integrity and once again has a certain amount of power to control the water element!
"This feeling……"
Ian muttered to himself in surprise. He raised his hand and pointed to the kettle on the side. Elan brought him a small bucket of water, with only half of it left to drink.
And just a moment later, a water column only the size of a finger jumped out of the bucket.
This is already the limit. If they are true wave chanters, they only need to chant softly, and there will be enough water to collapse a wooden house from the lakes, seas and rivers. But when they really sing loudly, even the huge
A sailboat can be propelled.
The power of water control possessed by the Reef-eating Sea Otter is only at its limit, and it is far from being comparable to the real water-type true form...even the weakest true form.
But the point of the problem is not here at all.
It's about the fact that 'the source material imprinted by the silver chip can also be freely controlled by him'!
There is a limit to the number of sublimated organs and source matter structures that a person can hold. The more they are consumed, the more they will be consumed. At the same time, there is a limit to the size of a person's body.
A powerful sublimator may accumulate more essence in one day to maintain the sublimated organs in his body than a low-level sublimator can accumulate in a month or even a year. If he turns himself into a giant in order to have more sublimated structures, then
He can only be consumed alive by himself.
Maintaining a balance between the two is an issue that every ascendant needs to consider.
However, for Ian today, this is not the case.
Because, the source material structure imprinted in the silver chip...as long as it is not used, there is no need to maintain the source material!
It is a system that is completely independent of Ian's body. It does not need to participate in the physiological activities of Ian's body like a sublimated organ. Therefore, it does not need to consume anything. It only requires energy to be activated when it is used.
Just like an engraved inscription circuit, as long as the inscription is completed, it can be stored, refilled with light ink when needed, and run again!
"More than that."
Staring at his hands, Ian's eyes were not only burning, but also filled with calm thoughts.
The young man said solemnly: "I can even...have another bloodline or true form!"
In the final analysis, for him, an engineer in the elementary interstellar age, the True Form of Bloodline is essentially a kind of super biological transformation using special technologies from another world, and the core of this biological transformation is derived from those who are made of source matter.
The complex seitan structure composed of chips is a kind of 'sublimation hardware and sublimation software' bound to the 'host' of body, life and thought!
There is only one set of hardware... In theory, there is only one set of software. After all, people are not computers, and replacing software is not as simple as losing the life of the memory.
But now, with the silver chip, as the 'second host' and 'second hardware', wouldn't he be able to load another set of the source material structure of the potion, that is, load a second set of 'sublimation software'?
At present, it seems that the size of the silver chip is enough to bear even the core of the ancient dragon. At best, the speed is a bit slow, and the potential is not sufficient.
Any magic potion that Ian can obtain now cannot make Silver Chip unable to withstand it.
And when the silver chip imprints the second set of bloodline's true source structure, he will have two sublimation powers without suffering any distortion!
"Moreover, I can delete the source structure imprinted in the silver chip at any time... I don't even need to delete it. As long as the silver chip can grow in the future, can I use multiple sets of sublimation power at the same time and replace it as needed?"
"Or is it that when my body can meet the demand for this source of essence, I will use multiple bloodline true forms at the same time?"
Having roughly mastered the known abilities of Silver Chip, Ian calmed down completely.
He closed his eyes, thinking about his future, and then looked in the direction of Elan.
The golden halo lit up, making the young man feel a little trance-like, as if he had gone back to the past, to the day he first met his teacher two years ago.
So his gaze became more determined.
"What is the true form of the Wavesinger... There is no need to pretend anymore."
Standing up, Ian had already made a decision in his mind that in a few months, when his nominal uncle 'Osenna' dies, he would take action.
Now that Elder Pude has collected all the magic potions of the Wavesinger, there is no need to waste time. The sooner he can master them, the better.
Sad? Hesitant? Missing?
Pain? Waiting? Confused?
Ian doesn't need it.
His life, his mission.
His plan to change the world.
From now on, it’s just the beginning!
"But now."
Frowning slightly and touching his belly, Ian couldn't help but nod: "You have to eat first."