How strong the buff given at the end of reincarnation is, Russell has experienced it firsthand.

Even a nascent civilization as useless as 'Titanium', once it has his help, can grow into a huge threat that cannot be ignored in a short period of time, let alone the Spirit Race as an ancient fallen empire.

Therefore, it is necessary to give thunder means to extinguish it at the seedling stage, and there can be no reservations or luck. The situation is dire.

However, Russell looked up and saw that Colonia was standing in front of the desk in a trance, and there was not much seriousness in danger, and he felt that the worm mother might not realize the seriousness of the problem.

Gray Wind stretched out his tongue and gently licked his fingers, and said, "What you get by signing a contract with the end of reincarnation can be described in one sentence - double the production capacity. ”

"Capacity... Doubled? Colonia muttered softly.

"It's doubled." Grey Wind smacked his mouth in a low voice, and then said, "For example, if you plant an apple tree, you can produce about 300 kilograms of fruit in a year, and after receiving the divine grace at the end of reincarnation, the annual harvest will become 600 kilograms. ”

"Then these apples are sent to make sugar, and the original 600 kilograms of apples can extract about 100 kilograms of sugar, but because of the Divine Grace buff that doubles the production capacity given by the end of Samsara, this number will become 200 kilograms."

"Then the 200 kilograms of sugar are sent to be used as industrial raw materials, and they can be directly used as 400 kilograms......"

"Once the snowball of desire rolls down, it gets bigger and bigger uncontrollably." Gray Wind stretched out his hands: "The contract with the end of reincarnation is such an outrageous thing. ”

Russell duly added: "The Dark Spirit Race is the most orthodox branch of the Spirit Race, and the Dark City of Comoros was the most prosperous port city of the Spirit Empire in the past, and there are many pretentious descendants of superior nobles in the city, and a large number of ancient technological relics that cannot be made or even understood with the current vision are preserved, and these creations have a powerful power beyond the understanding of mortals. ”

"In the past, fearful of being devoured by Slaanesh, the Dark Spirit Clan proclaimed their own psionic energy, and the relics of the Spirit Empire were also sealed in the warehouse and did not dare to use them, but now they have obtained the protection of another Void Realm God, and on the basis of being able to freely develop their own spiritual energy and unseal the ancient heritage of the Spirit Empire, they have also obtained the Ultimate Divine Grace that snowballs double their production capacity."

The current Dark Spirits are a huge bubble that is constantly expanding, and their strength grows exponentially with each passing year.

Such hidden dangers can be erased one day sooner than later.

"This, that's it......" Colonia smiled absentmindedly, "the Spirit Race is really dangerous...... That, master, I'll go back to the Aerys Star Zone first if there's nothing else to do, and there are still a lot of difficulties to overcome in the research of organic nanoworms, so I won't bother you......"

Colonia staggered out of the window and jumped.

"......" Russell was a little puzzled, "Does it really realize how terrifying and urgent the threat of the dark spirits is?" ”

"There should be, right?"

Grey Wind sat on his desk and leaned forward, biting lightly on Russell's collarbone, leaving a half-circle of tooth marks. The soft little arms crept up his chest like two snow-white snakes, unbuttoned his shirt again, she kicked off the little leather boots on her feet, and her two feet wrapped in white socks twisted and hooked the crooks of his legs.

She gently traced her fingernails over the mottled lipstick marks on Russell's chest, her rosy lips slowly opened and closed, and her delicate voice was softer than the cream she had just squeezed out of the bag: "Honey, do you want to try something more urgent?" ”

Russell only felt a numb feeling down his spine: "...... I still have work to do. ”

"Then I'll wait for you to finish." Grey Wind bent down and picked up his little leather boots and burrowed back under his desk.

Stroking the fresh tooth marks on his collarbone, Russell couldn't muster the courage to sit back in his chair for a while.

In the 022nd year of the 40th millennium, the Far Eastern Star Domain began to recruit troops against the Dark Spirit Race's extermination war.

In the same year, a piece of good news passed through the Star Gate and reached the Otrama Star Field.

"The Starbearer is ready to send troops to conquer the Spirit Clan!"

"According to the war documents publicly released by the federal puppet regime, this is a total war! A genocidal war that never stops! ”

"That's really...... That's great! ”

This is great news for both the Great Otlama and the Ultramarines. This could not have been better for the highly mentally stressed Otrama naval fleet, which was stationed in Pameño.

The Spirit Race was not a weak alien race, or that all the weaker alien races were slaughtered by the Emperor's army during the Great Expedition.

"The strength of the Dark Spirit Clan should not be underestimated, even if the Council of Terra launches this all-out war on behalf of the Empire, it needs to mobilize the vast majority of the power of the entire Empire to invest in it, and there can be no reservations."

On the space station of the Otrama fleet stationed in Pamenio, Admiral Wagner Civitas studied intently a copy of the text of the Federal War, and his thoughts flowed: "The Bulletists must need a lot of military strength at this moment, and the information transmitted back by the intelligence line I planted in the Far Eastern Star Domain is also true, and many industrial worlds are working overtime at the moment to transform into a military-industrial complex dedicated to the war effort, which is enough to see the huge investment of the Bulleters in this war." ”

"That is to say......"

With this in mind, Marshal Wagner's gaze looked through the porthole at the silver-white ring that encased an ice crystal dwarf planet in the distance.

It was the Slinger's fleet of exterminators stationed in Pamenio, and since Greywind sniped the Aether Worm in the Pamenio system, these ships have been anchored here under the pretext of 'guarding against the hive fleet that may attack again'.

Countless starships orbited the orbit of the ice-crystalline asteroid, forming a magnificent ring of steel, and the massive mass even changed the orbit of this small celestial body.

A devastating naval force was silently silent in the hinterland of the Star Field of Great Otlama, leaving Wagner, as the admiral, like a man.

"Hmph...... Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the bullet star who pulled out this thorn in the flesh by himself. Wagner thought to himself.

It will take a lot of military strength to wage an all-out war against the spirits, and as the preparations for the war progress, the battle on the front line is tight, and it is only a matter of time before the federal puppet regime withdraws this extermination fleet to plug the holes in the front line.

You just need to wait and wait.

Wagner was confident, and the depression that had accumulated in his chest when he counted the combat strength of the exterminator fleet during this period of time has dissipated a lot.

However, under the anticipation of Admiral Otlama, time passed year by year. Until the Human Federation's army to conquer the Spirit Race officially raised its flag, this huge insect-exterminating fleet was still silently anchored in Pameño. The rings of steel surround the ice-crystalline asteroid and remain motionless.

It's like forgotten.

(End of chapter)