While Li Ziran was thinking of Jones, Jones was also thinking of Li Ziran. Of course, he did not truly miss him; he was truly troubled.
One hundred thousand embryos—according to Jones's calculations, they should have lasted at least a while.
Yet over the past month, Li Ziran's delivery speed had grown faster and faster. Before this month had even reached its end, he had already delivered three batches.
It was as though he had switched on a printing press, stamping out embryos one after another.
Logically, when speed rose, quality should have fallen. Yet the feedback from the Abyss Military was that the embryos provided lately were far superior to those from before. The soldiers' stability during body seizure had improved, while the embryos themselves possessed more Elemental Organs. The frontline legions had already begun discarding their original bodies and formally adopting the new embryos.
Though no new orders had appeared, Jones knew that once the Demons passed the early trial period, the spread of these new embryos would be terrifying beyond measure.
Word had already come from the Abyss's lower levels. The first-stage testing of the embryos had concluded, and the military was distributing them to second-line legions for a second round of trials.
An Abyss Lord had demanded that he master the embryo production line as quickly as possible and ensure the supply of every soldier in the Abyss.
No one knew better than Jones how many soldiers the Abyss had. After all these years, there were more than a million. At the normal allocation of one body per person, that meant more than a million embryos.
But Li Ziran only had the final phase left. Once this phase was delivered, their cooperation would basically be over.
Yet he did not want it to end. The true