"What a strange aura."
Luke, seated beside her, frowned slightly.
From that pile of irregular red crystals, he sensed an extremely unstable yet dense energy.
Like a powder keg that could explode at any moment, it made people feel deeply uneasy.
It was an instinctive reaction on a mental level.
"What is this?"
The Prime Minister looked at Stephanie and asked in confusion.
He had expected to see a stack of detailed experimental reports or documents.
"This is the only way for the Allies to defeat those monsters."
Stephanie took another swig of liquor. It seemed that during her long period of infiltration in Berlin, the female spy had developed a habit of heavy drinking—but it was understandable.
Every undercover agent lurking in the enemy's headquarters bore immense psychological pressure.
They lived among the enemy while disguising themselves as one of them, weaving a false identity into their daily lives.
That was no easy task.
"The Germans call this stuff 'Wardun's Blood.' It is essential for transforming ordinary people into Super Soldiers."
Stephanie drank as she explained in detail.
"These red crystals are crystalline polymers gradually produced through a special fermentation process. You can think of them as vegetables growing in a field. In other words, Wardun's Blood needs time to grow; it cannot simply be conjured out of thin air."
"The good news is that before I left that production facility, I blew up every container holding Wardun's Blood. If the Germans want to build another one, it will take a great deal of time."
"But the bad news is that Saint General, who is in charge of the Aryan Superman project, is a meticulous and cautious man. There must be remaining reserves, enough to keep this damned project from going completely bankrupt!"
The Prime Minister took a puff