"Hmm, I have to say..." William looked down over the trial grounds and praised Halsey, who stood to his right.
"The results you, Rebecca, and Doctor 049 produced are quite impressive. The alien insect swarm is clearly divided into different roles, and even in death, their blood can still kill a second enemy. Excellent, excellent."
"That's not all." Halsey chuckled softly. "The lower-level males in alien society, along with the messengers and Beast Forms, can complete the entire cycle from implantation and gestation to hatching and adulthood in just a few hours.
"So we don't need to keep these bloodthirsty pets in captivity for long periods. We only need to prepare them a few hours before launching a major attack, and the company can have an alien army numbering in the tens of thousands.
"The only problem is that the variant strains require thirty days to cultivate, while an individual capable of becoming a royal guard only appears among at least every thousand males.
"It's a little troublesome, but nothing too serious."
"One out of every thousand, with tens of thousands in total..." William muttered before turning to Halsey. "Catherine, this research and experiment alone has already consumed seventy percent of the company's existing D-Class personnel.
"Although the concept of an alien army is excellent, the company's reserves of D-Class personnel can't withstand this level of consumption. Looks like I'll have to contact the UNSC again. Hopefully, they'll transfer all their convicts and death-row inmates to us."
"Hehe, don't worry." Halsey reached up and pinched William's side without a care, explaining, "The hosts used to cultivate aliens don't have to be real humans. Clones without thoughts or consciousness work just fine.
"The most crucial point in producing an alien army is actually Elizabeth Green's original viral strain. Without her, Rebecca,