Among the Wright Race, Kevin respectfully awaited the arrival of the Angel Empire's envoy.
He already felt that receiving a few additional production lines was an immense favor.
He had never expected the Angel Empire to send another envoy.
To him, this was undoubtedly an extraordinary honor.
A Space Gate appeared beside Kevin.
Kevin grew even more deferential. Behind him stood the Overlords of several major neighboring subordinate races.
Soon, a two-winged Angel stepped out of the Space Gate.
"So this is the Wright Race? It hasn't suffered the ravages of war. You've done very well, Kevin."
Jim Owen surveyed his surroundings with satisfaction.
Once he had brought the Gene Alliance under his control and established contact with the Wright Race, he could advance from both east and west and find a way to quell the chaos along the western border.
Kevin answered respectfully, "Lord Envoy, we've already organized defensive lines north of the Wright Race. Although the Ghoul Clan wants to invade, they lack the ability."
"We owe our ability to hold the line to the Primordial God puppet production lines supplied by the Angel Empire. With these puppets, dealing with the Ghouls' attacks has become much easier."
Jim Owen nodded expressionlessly, while inwardly grumbling, Since when has the Angel Empire been so generous? Even I only have a few Great Accomplishment God puppet production lines. To replace those lines, I had to submit reports and complete missions before I finally managed to get approval.
But after considering the chaos in the west, he roughly understood the Command Center's intentions. It was probably still a matter of insufficient manpower.
These production lines might not resolve the troublesome chaos in the west, but they could at least maintain stability.
"Very good. Simply keeping the production lines running is enough. You've