A week later, the first batch of recipients undergoing Wardun's Blood enhancement was ready.
There were 321 people in total. Their blood had all reacted to the red crystals, making them qualified candidates for the Allied Superman program.
They had now been settled in a camp on the outskirts of London, awaiting preliminary trials.
It had to be said that once the machinery of the state got moving, it was remarkably efficient at anything.
From screening suitable candidates to selecting qualified recipients, the process had been astonishingly fast.
"Commodore Cavill, the enhancement process comes next. However, I would still advise you and the Allied leadership not to get your hopes up too high."
At Bletchley Manor, Luke and Stephanie walked along a tree-lined path.
Not long ago, the Allied Nations had received word that Saint General, who was in charge of the Aryan Superman program, had defected for some unknown reason. With a traitor's backstab, he had taken out the ambitious Fuhrer just as the latter was preparing to realize his grand ambitions.
This sudden turn of events had thrown Berlin into temporary chaos.
The ensuing power transition and factional purges had further stalled the Third Reich's advance.
It prevented Saint General, who had finally created the Aryan Superman, from immediately expanding his advantage.
Naturally, the Allied Nations were delighted by this development.
They wanted to buy as much time as possible—ideally, enough for the Allied Superman army to enter mass production.
Thus, the two camps maintained a delicate balance—or, in other words, they were currently in the cooldown period of climbing the tech tree and desperately churning out troops.
"To create a Tank-class soldier, they need at least half a month of enhancement, followed by several weeks of intensive training before they can officially enter service and take the