"How effective is the plague?"
"Pretty average. They may all look like Fishmen, but they're actually many different species, and these things mutate too quickly. We might end up suffering even heavier losses ourselves."
Humans, the Long-Hand Tribe, and the Free Fishmen had relatively simple racial compositions. If it truly came to a plague and viral war, their own side would be at a disadvantage.
"What about venom? Targeted biological toxins?" It sounded frightening, but it was actually far less threatening than the previous option.
"That could work. We already have several varieties, in fact. We can try updating them after we get back. But it'd be best to find some genuine combat Fishmen for live testing."
"By the way, can the disasters here be weaponized?"
"The Three Great Disasters? Conscription, the Fish Swarm, and the Great Famine. No need to mention Conscription. That tide of fish that eats anything could be worth trying. But as I said, without biological and environmental constraints, importing large numbers of high-threat local fish species could turn them into invasive species across worlds. Our world might be the first to suffer."
"I suggest we give it a try anyway. If it works, Earth could mass-produce them too." Lu PingAn was far more pragmatic. What he cared about most had always been Earth.
The "young couple" rode a sea beast, chatting idly now and then. Sometimes they even "flirted" a little—through the administration of iron fists—but the content of their conversations was probably beyond anything even cultists or dangerous elements could match.
After leaving the human world, Lu PingAn no longer had any restraints. In a sense, he and Chris were quite similar in nature, especially in their indifferent attitude toward life.
"...Killing the enemy more efficiently means protecting our allies better."
When the enemy