This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 745: The Fourth Stage of Heaven!

Weifu Military Base, next to the runway of the airport.

An Overlord Transport Aircraft slowly came to a steady halt, and two "human" shadows passed through the open cargo door.

Wearing an expression that seemed drained of all emotion, Xiaoyu’s sub-entity listlessly performed a sighing motion.

"Yii-mmm... (Not tasty.)"

Understanding the message conveyed by that sound, Falling Feather couldn’t help laughing and crying as he said,

"They were never meant to be food in the first place... Make sure you don’t eat them, okay?"

Three days earlier, the Manager had suddenly wholesaled a thousand biological prosthetic bodies from Xiaoyu.

Although this bit of biomass to Xiaoyu, who inherited the Lair from Qingquan City, amounted to nothing more than dandruff, the little guy had some complaints about the users of the biological prosthetics.

In its own words, those guys were quite boring; many people sharing one big brain.

Moreover.

Those guys hated talking, and communicated with each other "with their eyes."

It didn’t know how to describe them, it just felt they weren’t quite like normal people.

Xiaoyu: "Yii-mmm yii-mmm! (Yeah! Xiaoyu won’t eat things randomly! But don’t worry, that’s very tasty!)"

Falling Feather: "That?"

Xiaoyu: "Yii-mm!" (The nest beneath the mountain... so big, um, I’m not sure if I can eat it all; might need to use more sub-entities.)

Some Lairs aren’t very strong in themselves, but their sub-entities are extraordinarily powerful, and their spores can cover an entire city. Others are quite the opposite, producing almost no sub-entities or spore clouds, using the limited organic matter only to enhance themselves.

Listening to Xiaoyu’s murmurs, Falling Feather affectionately stroked its round head.

"Do your best."

If all else fails, they could still use trains to transport the sub-entities from Qingquan City to the front lines, one carload at a time.

The communication cables here were already laid, and the base station was set up as well; the total bandwidth of the base station could support a couple thousand "yii-mmms" without any problem.

Feeling the warmth on its head, Xiaoyu appeared to enjoy itself as it rubbed its head against his hand.

However, at that very moment, it suddenly froze in alert, its amber pupils fixing on the sky.

Noticing Xiaoyu’s unusual behavior, Falling Feather immediately withdrew his hand and asked seriously,

"What’s wrong?"

"Yii-mmm. (There’s something really stinky approaching...)"

After a pause, it seemed to ponder for a moment, its eyes emitting a faint glow.

"Yii-mmm! (...But it should taste good!)"

...

A gray-green fog began to rise slowly, spreading across the vast wasteland.

The construction crew by Wei River Side.

A middle-aged man wearing a hard hat and carrying a shovel suddenly had a look of fear on his face as he murmured with trembling lips,

"...Fog is rolling in."

His name was Wang Youtian, a survivor from the Southern region of Brocade River Province; he had heard that working here not only paid money but also included a distribution of land, so he joined the Southern Construction Corps and had been working for three months now.

As a local, he couldn’t be more familiar with the situation here.

Seeing his pale face, the construction crew leader, Hong Liming, realized something was amiss and approached to ask,

"What happened? Do you know something?"

Swallowing hard, Wang Youtian spoke with a trembling voice,

"This happened once before..."

"Happened?" Hong Liming frowned and pressed on, "What happened?"

Recalling the event that had taken place, a hint of terror filled Wang Youtian’s eyes.

"Last time it was the same, the fog suddenly appeared, and then when the fog cleared, everyone in the mansion, the livestock, the orchard, and the crops... all had disappeared," he said. "Except for the houses, everything alive was gone."

Everything was gone?

Hong Liming was stunned and looked at him with a strange expression, an incredulous look on his face.

He had never heard of such a bizarre incident, but the man’s expression didn’t seem feigned.

After thinking for a moment and noticing that it was getting late, he called out to the construction crew that was working.

"Wrap it up, back to base!"

Upon hearing the captain’s order, the road construction team immediately packed up their tools, and two excavators began to turn around to return.

Watching the sudden stoppage of the construction work, the Mouse Tribe people laboring in the fields all looked up curiously towards them.

"Why are these folks knocking off so early today?"

"The sun has risen from the west."

"Could it have something to do with this fog?"

"This fog is indeed a bit strange... and smells a bit off too."

People exchanged glances and whispered to each other in hushed tones.

At that moment, a member of the construction team walked to the edge of the field and shouted to them.

"Something’s not right here, you guys better wrap it up too, don’t stay outside."

A Centurion, struck by the thought, yelled out to the construction worker.

"What exactly happened here?"

"I don’t know, but it’s similar to the fog that happened in Brocade River City... I heard that breathing too much of it can make people lose their minds, much like Nago; it’s not good stuff anyway."

Although the Weifu military base was also engulfed in the fog, after all, it had Alliance and corporate researchers.

With so many experts and scholars there, they would surely come up with some sort of plan.

Having left these words behind, the construction worker covered his mouth and nose with his clothes and hurried to catch up with the retreating team.

The Centurion and his fellow Mouse Tribe compatriots left behind wore blank expressions, unsure of what to do next.

Brocade River City?

What place is that?

And Nago...

Since they had come to the Wasteland, they had heard about and seen too many things they had never heard of before, things so foreign to them it seemed incredible.

If it had been earlier, they likely wouldn’t have taken it seriously, but they had just been beaten up half a month ago, and it still stung a bit in their memories.

"I’ll go consult with Leader Makur." Not daring to hesitate, the Centurion quickly threw down his farming tools and rushed towards Leader of Thousand Makur.

By the time he got there, Makur was sitting under a cool shelter, looking up at the fog murkily hanging in the sky and muttering.

"Why is there fog at this hour?"

It didn’t look like the weather was changing, did it?

Seeing his officer rushing over, Makur straightened up in his chair and asked with a composed demeanor, clearing his throat,

"What’s the matter? You seem to be in such a rush."

Without worrying about decorum or ceremony, the Centurion reported urgently,

"Sir! The Southern Construction Corps of the Alliance just warned us, saying that there’s something dirty in the fog. They told us to retreat to the military base quickly and better not stay outside."

Makur furrowed his brow upon hearing this news, standing up from his chair.

"Retreat? Are the mutants attacking?"

The Centurion quickly shook his head.

"No... but this sudden fog, it seems to be related to the people of the Torch."

Upon hearing that it wasn’t an attack by mutants, Makur rolled his eyes and sat back down in the chair.

"Hah, I thought it was something serious, it’s just a bit of mist, look at how scared you all are."

Seeing the indifferent expression on the officer’s face, the Centurion was startled and immediately became anxious.

"But..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Makur waved his hand dismissively, gesturing impatiently for him to leave.

"I said it’s just a little mist, it’s not like we can’t see, hurry back to work! Don’t even think about slacking off all day."

These Alliance guys are up to no good, probably staging some trick of their own.

He clearly remembered that the Allied forces’ front had already pushed to the middle of Ten Peaks Mountain, how could the Torch possibly reach out here?

Seeing that the officer hadn’t taken in a word, the Centurion began to sweat with urgency but dared not say more.

Spotting the overseer with a whip looking unfriendly, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and return to the fields, picking up the farming tools he’d left beside the ridge.

Those overseers become Supervision Officers on the battlefield, and this bunch never treats their own gently; their blows are merciless, and he definitely didn’t want to go back with a marked face.

Just then, there was a sudden thud, and someone collapsed in the field.

The person appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with a waxen complexion and a body as thin as a rack of bones—it was clear he was a serf.

Those nearby hurriedly dragged him out of the field and laid him flat on the ground.

The commotion quickly caught the attention of the overseers, and one with a whip approached and shouted at the gathered crowd.

"What are you all doing there!"

A trembling voice from one of the Rat Clan called out.

"Someone’s fainted! Sir!"

The overseer let out a snort of laughter.

"Fainted? I think he wants a taste of the whip! Get him up!"

When the people couldn’t wake him no matter how they tried, the overseer walked over, squatted down, and slapped the middle-aged man across the face twice.

After two slaps, the man did stir, opening his eyes weakly, but what appeared were not the expected black pupils, rather the stark white of his eyeballs.

"Yo, I think you’re sick of living."

Thinking the man was challenging him, the overseer instantly became enraged, eyebrows raised, reaching out to grab the man’s neck, only to see him suddenly open his mouth and bite fiercely.

The bite was unforgiving, seemingly venting all his pent-up grievances, and in a moment tore the hand to shreds, blood coursing freely.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The overseer’s screams echoed through the fields.

He desperately tried to pull his hand from the man’s mouth, but the man clung to it tenaciously, refusing to let go.

The onlookers were stunned, momentarily forgetting to intervene.

No one expected the emaciated man to burst with such force, nor did they expect him to attack someone from the Supervisory team.

Was this a death wish?

They were ultimately people of the Expeditionary Army, and who knew if General Babita would suddenly send them back to the battlefield.

Offending the Supervisory team now might mean getting a bullet in the back of the head later.

This was a lawless land, far from the Emperor’s reach—if two people died here, no one would bother investigating.

Plainly speaking, they were nothing but mice struggling to survive in the estates of the nobles, their names not even to be remembered...

A black mood swelled within everyone’s hearts, gradually twisting.

What did it matter if the world came to an end? It never belonged to them for even a second.

Suddenly, they didn’t want to separate the two men. They just wanted to watch that old, white-eyed rat tear open the Horse Clan overseer, letting his blood saturate the land.

But not just that.

It would be better if everyone died...

Only when every last trace of humanity was extinguished, and with it mankind’s flawed nature, could they start anew, finally ending that painful cycle.

The cycle wasn’t just of Poluo Province, but of everything!

Suddenly, another person fell to the ground, only to crawl out of the dirt shortly after, and soon the fields echoed again with the roars of wild beasts and heart-wrenching screams.

That mist seemed to possess a strange magic that could affect the mind, amplifying primitive instincts and desires infinitely and ultimately turning one into a puppet driven by those tendencies.

Like hunger.

Tiny mycelia emerged slowly from the soil, infecting the crops and vegetation and then releasing spores, assimilating other living things as well.

It appeared to be the source of the dense fog.

The denser the vegetation, the thicker the gray-green mist.

And the more malnourished and weak the person, the easier it was to be infected.

Especially that piece of land turned into an orchard.

Of an entire band of a hundred, only a few were still lucid, screaming and fleeing.

These poor souls who hardly ever ate a full meal were undoubtedly the perfect breeding ground for the plague!

Makur was stunned, staring dumbfounded at the chaotic field, a hint of panic finally appearing on his face.

"These lunatics... are they rebelling?!"

Surely not?!

He had just wanted them to do some work, and besides, the work here wasn’t any more tiring than what they were used to back home!

It was only then that he realized what the Centurion had said earlier, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"This place is no longer safe... we need to leave here quickly. Yes, to the train station, quickly!"

Everyone on the Wasteland was a madman; anyone who came here would gradually become abnormal.

He now believed it.

Only Poluo Province was the safest place; he had to return there immediately!

He turned around to run from this place, only to see a swarm of madmen already surrounding him, blocking all his escape routes.

The supervisors beside him looked at him in panic, their eyes filled with fear, seemingly asking what to do.

Makur steeled himself and shouted loudly.

"These people are all traitors! They... have betrayed the Empire! No need for mercy, kill them!"

With permission to open fire, the supervisors drew their pistols and aimed at the approaching madmen, pulling the triggers without a second thought.

Gunshots echoed across the fields, but the firepower of a few pistols was far too little to hold back the surging crowd.

Including Makur, four officers and twelve supervisors were quickly overwhelmed by the thousands-strong human tide and pressed to the ground.

Screams rose and fell, only to be drowned by the gnawing and crunching noises.

"Stop! You disgusting rats! Let me go! Aren’t you afraid His Majesty will have your families— Ah!!!"

"Help... please... I beg you..."

Those insincere pleas were obviously ineffective; Makur’s voice grew weaker and finally became an indistinguishable mass of bloody flesh.

Those frenzied Rat Clan people had their fill as well.

Having not eaten meat more than once or twice a year, this time they feasted to their hearts’ content.

A burning desire for flesh ignited in their pupils, which became tinged with blood-red.

At the same time, nurtured by that fresh blood, a deep green sporulation slowly crawled out of their noses and ears, like moss growing from a corner of a wall.

But it wasn’t just that—

The soil beneath their feet also began to loosen slowly, and as something followed the mycelium emerging from the soil, it too crawled out of the rotting earth.

They were skeletons buried for who knows how many years, most of their bones already brittle, but the gray-green spores had glued them together again, absorbing the residual genetic material, and granted them new "bones" and "flesh."

Spores in the air pointed them in their direction, dragging their incomplete bodies, uttering "hiss, hiss" as they advanced toward those stubborn organic beings who refused to embrace evolution...

The gunfire wasn’t limited to the endless fields by Wei River Side; it extended to Kun Town, not far from Weifu military base.

Most of the survivors stranded here were Wasteland Wanderers from Brocade River Province, particularly those from Mafu Town, who were not just strong but also had a fierce reputation; not many were infected by the Nago mycelium.

But those things that suddenly sprang from the ground still brought considerable trouble...

The pub at the entrance of the small town.

A burst of bullets took down a dozen sub-entities that rushed over, and Mosquito cursed and complained.

"Damn it! What the hell are these things?!"

"Did they update an expansion pack again??" Standing beside him, "Kakarot" was equally bewildered, unable to figure out what exactly was happening.

The Mouse Tribe lad who helped Mosquito sell cards was shivering and hiding under the table.

This guy had been eating well lately, and it seemed his nutrition was up to par, so he hadn’t mutated.

Centurion spoke with a tense expression.

"These guys are just like zombies... Could they be the survivors who disappeared from the manor before?"

"I’m afraid it’s not just that! Those Torch Church bastards must have dug up all the old graves from 200 years ago!"

After reloading his rifle, Mosquito pulled out the Mouse Tribe lad who was hiding under the table while shouting loudly at the bar owner hiding behind the counter.

"Stop hiding there! Hurry up and come with us!"

"What the hell happened?" The bar owner crawled out from under the counter with a terrified face and asked Mosquito, his voice trembling.

Hearing the chaotic gunfire outside, Mosquito said succinctly.

"Don’t know, but we’ll find out when we get to the military base."

...

What Mosquito didn’t know at the moment was that the Weifu military base was also filled with gunshots.

Besides those that crawled out from the soil, there was also a large-scale mutiny among the Clone Troops of the Army.

At least half of the Glory Army had been infected by the Nago mycelium.

Different from the biting Mouse Tribe, the frenzied clones grabbed Ripper Rifles and aimed them at their comrades-in-arms, even at other members of the Allied forces.

After being beaten for half a month, the Torch Church finally launched a counterattack.

And it was in a way that took everyone by surprise, suddenly emerging from underneath the ground.

The Alpha Special Mobile Force fighting at the front lines and the Mutants on Blood Mountain immediately fell into a stalemate.

Upon learning about the situation behind the Allied forces from the Beast King, the prophet of the Blood Hoof Clan, Sodo, seized the opportunity and called on his Plague Monks to launch a fierce counterattack.

At the same time, Goblins that were hiding in the caves and cellars of Broken Blade Mountain, Black Cloud Mountain, and even Weifu Mountain, and who hadn’t been completely eradicated, also surfaced, launching kamikaze attacks on the troops stationed at the positions.

The battlefield was in chaos.

From the front lines to the rear, there were flashing flames, and everyone was seeing red.

Onboard the Loyalty Airship.

General Lucien nearly blew his top when he got the news and cursed at the messenger.

"Tell General Melka! If he can’t take down those crazy Clones within half an hour, he can come to see me carrying his own head!"

"Yes, sir!"

The messenger saluted hurriedly and scampered off to the communication radio to relay the orders.

Sitting in his chair, Lucien was visibly angry, but inwardly he was taken aback.

Clone rebellion was something unprecedented in his experience.

It seemed that the Torch Church really had come up with something formidable.

Without a doubt.

It was related to that strange fog that enveloped the entire wasteland.

His expression fluctuating, he looked at his silent adjutant and lowered his voice.

"Notify Bennott in the City of Dawn to contact Triumph City; the front lines need reinforcements of five... no, ten divisions."

They had to ensure not only victory but also control over Haiya Province after the war.

Until they figured out just what that fog causing the clone rebellion was all about.

At least this technology couldn’t be secretly taken by the Academy or corporations anymore.

The adjutant nodded gravely.

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, at the Weifu military base.

The Guards Corps, composed of Awakeners, quickly suppressed the clone soldiers rushing towards the United Army Headquarters and completed a rendezvous with the swift-responding 2nd Group of the 100th Division of the corporation.

The targets of Nago corrosion were mainly those with low immunity and weak wills.

All members of the Guards Corps were Awakeners, not only had they undergone rigorous training, but they were also absolutely loyal to Chu Guang, hence none of them got assimilated into "Heaven’s" puppets.

Although the corporation’s soldiers weren’t Awakeners, most of them had installed bionics that enhanced their immunity or prosthetics, so they weren’t affected either.

The Alpha Special Mobile Force was no exception, and though their immunity was average, their gas masks were not for show.

Only the Alpha protozoans could penetrate through gas masks, regular spores and sticky communities couldn’t get through.

Not to mention that most of them had undergone psychic castration surgeries, it was nearly impossible for them to become puppets of "Heaven" even if infected.

In the end, the ones who suffered the greatest embarrassment were the Army.

Although those from Vellante looked unharmed, the Glory Army had caused a huge disaster, resulting in the entire 31st Division being left in disarray.

As for the Empire, since most of the Rat Clan people were scattered outside without guns, even if the disaster struck, no one was harmed.

The situation inside the military base was quickly brought under control, yet more "zombies" were emerging endlessly from the plains of Weifu and converging towards the Weifu military base.

Some survivors from Kun Town had escaped into the military base, while others rode on horses or motorcycles and trikes, fleeing north along the railway line to Mafu Town.

That was the edge of the fog, where no such filth should keep emerging.

United Army Headquarters.

Lu Bei, clad in an exoskeleton, walked up to Chu Guang and spoke solemnly,

"My lord, the outside is safe now, please return to the airship immediately!"

"No need," Chu Guang looked up at the foggy sky and casually said, "I’ve already ordered the retreat of the airships."

According to the radar detection from the airship, a group of flying units was approaching from the south towards the plains of Weifu.

If nothing unexpected happened, those guys should be the "Batwing People" they had encountered in Brocade River City previously.

Or perhaps they were an improved variant of those creatures.

The Loyalty Airship seemed to have also noticed the approaching threat and was moving northward.

Having those creatures board the airship would indeed be troublesome, especially since he was not on board and there weren’t many players left on it.

So he ordered the airship to retreat, playing the role of a mobile artillery platform as well as the carrier.

As for himself, Chu Guang was not too worried.

His rare interventions did not imply he was incapable.

However, Lu Bei still had some concerns in his eyes and continued to try to persuade him.

"But..."

"I don’t want to hear ’but,’ those ambiguous answers."

Seeing that Chu Guang had no intention of changing his mind, Lu Bei ultimately could only bow his head.

"Yes."

Chu Guang nodded satisfactorily and continued to give orders.

"Now, take me to the Temporary Research Institute."

Right when the crisis erupted, he had ordered half of the Guards to head to the Temporary Research Institute.

There were not only the wounded from the Alpha Special Mobile Force but also prisoners rescued from the front lines, who themselves were addicts to Nago substances.

As expected, there were also problems with those individuals.

It was fortunate that the Guards Corps was quick enough, or it would have been uncertain whether the few security personnel at the research institute could withstand the attack of those hundreds of hands.

Indeed, the Bishop atop Ten Peaks Mountain had brought him quite a surprise.

While everyone’s attention was on Ten Peaks Mountain, a bomb had been planted right beneath their feet.

Chu Guang had considered the possibility that "Heaven" in the Triumph City area might have already been completed. And in the fourth phase of Heaven, its existence would no longer depend on the Fake Nest.

Perhaps this was the true reason the Torch Church had evacuated the survivors, rather than due to fear of the Allied forces and a proactive contraction of their defenses.

However, the Alliance Biological Research Institute’s investigation of local soil samples did not detect any traces of mycelium, and later, corporate researchers also found none.

It seemed as though the mycelium hid deep underground and actively concealed its presence.

They had even learned to fish.

This was very strange.

"I’m sorry... It was my oversight," said Heya, her complexion pale, lips trembling, her eyes filled with regret.

Her lab coat was stained with blood, left by the defenders who had protected her.

In her heart, she entirely blamed herself for the current situation.

The thought of those who had died because of it caused her chest to ache painfully, and she couldn’t help but sob...

Unlike Heya, who was caught in regret and self-blame, Chu Guang didn’t think this was her fault.

Any doctor facing an unfamiliar disease could be helpless, especially when the thing in question had gone beyond the realm of common sense. Even from his perspective, the card played by Torch had a mystique almost akin to "magic."

She had done very well.

But those "senior brothers and sisters" from the same school as her on the other side were not vegetarians either—they had even eaten ten-plus more years of "food" than she had.

After giving her a comforting hug and observing Heya gradually calm down, Chu Guang spoke in a gentle tone,

"This isn’t your fault. You did everything you were supposed to do, but we can’t guess every card in the enemy’s hand every time. And I must admit, they hid their card very well. I almost thought the Mutants on the mountain were their only reliance."

"Rather than grieving for those who have died, what we need to do now is to address the current issue. You are the expert in this field; I need your experience and knowledge, we all do."

Heya, feeling embarrassed by her current state, took the tissue Chu Guang offered and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

Blowing her nose hard, her usual calm and composed expression quickly returned to her face.

"What’s the situation outside now?"

Chu Guang replied patiently,

"Don’t worry about the outside, we’ve taken control of the situation."

Heya asked, "What about those who lost control?"

After inquiring with Xiao Qi, Chu Guang replied, "We are prioritizing control over those who can be contained. Some who are severely infected, we’ve had to execute on the spot."

Like the Clone Troops of the Glory Army.

Those guys were simply too dangerous, not just stabbing with bayonets but even firing guns at random. So much so that he didn’t need to issue the order himself—the Army had already taken the initiative to execute them.

Some from the Weilante People even wanted to execute the uninfected ones to eliminate future troubles.

But he had stopped that.

What concerned him most now was not the tens of thousands of Zombies besieging the military base.

Those things were just Cannon Fodder in the face of modern weapons, posing no more than Eater-level threats. The only trouble on the plains was that they kept emerging, making them difficult to guard against.

Yet, based on Chu Guang’s understanding of Torch, those guys probably had more than just one card in their pockets.

This time was very likely the same as the last.

What emerged from the ground was merely a bait to distract them; something else had already set its sights on them.

Their counterattack was finally starting!

Upon hearing that some were still alive, Heya buried her nose in her palms, took a deep breath, and suddenly spoke in a calm voice,

"The Type B Strain..."

Chu Guang looked at her and asked.

"What?"

Heya: "The Type B strain we collected from Baiyue Province! The clinical trial results show it has a restraining effect on the growth of the J-type strain... Since it’s difficult for it to propagate outside of Baiyue Province, we attempted to collect its extract. According to the experimental results in Singular Point City, the specially treated extract has a significant therapeutic effect on Nago infection patients and should be able to restore some patients with not-too-serious symptoms back to normal."

Chu Guang immediately said upon hearing this.

"Is there enough extract?"

Heya nodded her head.

"Production isn’t very difficult... however, it’s best to transport the patients outside of the contaminated area for treatment."

Chu Guang tapped his ear and gave Xiao Qi an order.

"Have the 100th Division allocate a battalion of troops to transport the controlled patients to Singular Point City for isolation and awaiting treatment. Additionally, notify Frost to prepare an isolation area that can accommodate at least 3,000 people."

Xiao Qi: "Received!"

After the order was issued, Chu Guang looked toward the increasingly darkening sky outside the window and couldn’t help but frown.

The Batwing People lurking nearby seemed to be planning to make their move after dark.

He had just received word that the Air Force No. 7’s Flapping Machines were already on standby at the apron.

Considering the large number of enemies and the risk of enemy forces being dispersed, he did not order an immediate strike.

However, these were all tactical details; even without his deployment, the various units of the Allied forces would carry out the combat plan in an orderly fashion.

His real concern was on the strategic level.

The Heaven looming over the Weifu wasteland had already bared its canine teeth, and the continuously emerging puppets would pose a significant harassment effect on the logistics of the Allied forces.

Unless they could completely eliminate the Nago mycelium on this wasteland.

However, to achieve this goal through physical sterilization would require an astronomical amount of fuel, no easier than leveling the Ten Peaks Mountain.

Even more troublesome, in fact.

After all, the mycelium wasn’t ceasing growth; it was continuously drawing energy from the soil.

Only magic can defeat magic.

To completely eradicate them, one must employ methods similar to theirs.

For instance...

The biotechnology that the Alliance excels in.

Just then, an idea suddenly struck Chu Guang, and he spoke impulsively.

"What if we inoculate Xiao Yu’s offspring with the Type B strain to produce spores through them?"

Although the offspring cultivated from Xiao Yu’s main body do not produce spores, those produced from the "large incubator" in the center of Qingquan City do have the ability to secrete spores.

They just lack the function to communicate through spores.

He thought of the Mutants of the Blood Hoof Clan, who seemed to be used by the entity codenamed Alpha, the Fake nest, as a medium for cultivating spores.

If a similar approach was taken, making Xiao Yu’s offspring the medium for the Type B Nago strain, it might solve the issue of the strain’s difficulty in propagating outside of Baiyue Province and could potentially accelerate the spore secretion rate of the strain.

When no longer needed, it would be much simpler to eliminate them; sending them off to Baiyue Province through Xiao Yu would suffice.

Although it was an immature idea, after hearing it, Heya was slightly taken aback, then said,

"I don’t know... but it might be worth a try, clinically, the spores secreted by the Type B strain do have a restraining effect on the J-type strain."

As she spoke, her train of thought seemed to open up, and her eyes gradually began to brighten.

Seeing that there might be some merit to the idea, Chu Guang unhesitatingly said,

"Then let’s start the experiment immediately! We have plenty of samples here for your research, whether it’s the Type B strain or other equipment needed, I will arrange for an airplane to air-transport them to you."

"If you have any requests, just let me know; if the Alliance can’t solve it, I can also help you find resolutions from the Academy or the corporations."

This was not just the Alliance’s problem, but a problem for all members of the Sticky Community.

He believed the old farts wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

——

(Thanks to the "Soul of Division" book friend for the alliance leader’s reward!!!)

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