"Gray Wind, have you seen Doraemon?" Walking inside the space station above Falla, Russell asked casually.

"Nope." Grey Wind shook his head.

Russell smiled and said: "Doraemon is a children's comic created by a cartoonist on Earth, and one of the sections of the comic is like this: In order to satisfy the greedy male protagonist Nobita, Doraemon took out the magic prop 'Multiplier Liquid' from his pocket and dripped it on a chestnut steamed bun. ”

Gray Wind tilted his head: "Chestnut steamed buns?" ”

"After dripping the multiplier liquid, this chestnut steamed bread will self-replicate once every 5 minutes, and after another 5 minutes from 1 to 2, it will change from 2 to 4, as long as it is not eaten, the self-replication of the chestnut steamed bread will never stop, 4 becomes 8, 8 becomes 16......" Russell said, looking down at a small piece of flesh and blood sample in the capsule in his hand.

Listening to Russell's bland narration, Gray Wind shuddered, and a panicked look appeared on his face.

Gestalt Life is far more sensitive to mathematics than ordinary humans, and as soon as Russell finished speaking, she immediately realized the horror of this chestnut steamed bun.

According to your description, if the self-replication of chestnut steamed bread is left unchecked, and it continues to multiply at this expansion coefficient, when the number of chestnut steamed bread reaches a certain critical point, the volume expansion rate of stacked chestnut steamed bread can exceed the speed of light...... But there is no faster-than-light matter in the physical universe, which requires positive infinite energy. ”

"The better result is that a certain number of chestnut steamed buns are pulled by their own mass and collapse into a super giant black hole, and the worse result is that the expansion rate caused by the self-replication of steamed buns is forced to break through the speed of light, forcibly breaking the basic physical principles of the universe ......"

The more Grey Wind spoke, the more frightened she became, and she mentally recalled Russell's meaningful words, her eyes looking at the sealed capsule in his hand, which contained a small sample of flesh that seemed to be slightly larger than when she first brought it to Russell's desk......

"You mean, the Infinite Root ......?" Gray Wind's shoulders trembled slightly.

Looking at Gray Wind's scared little expression, Russell laughed, "It's not that exaggerated, Doraemon is a funny comic for the sub-supply, and the combat power of the funny characters is exceptional, so the chestnut steamed buns dripping with multiplier liquid can replicate themselves out of nothing, without consuming any other raw materials."

The Infinite Root is not so exaggerated, this relic does not ignore the law of conservation of matter as in the funny comics, and its multiplication process is not something out of nothing like chestnut steamed buns, but a more advanced transformation of quality and energy. ”

As he spoke, Russell threw the sealed capsule in his hand into Grey Wind's hand: "Test the composition of the air inside the capsule, if I'm not mistaken, the researchers of the Order are filled with inert gas to inactivate the flesh sample of the Infinity Root." ”

Grey Wind did as she could, and a nanotentacle extended from her wrist and plugged into the sealed capsule's built-in pins, with a terrifying result:

- "The capsule is completely vacuum, and there are no gaseous elements!" ”

Russell nodded: "Sure enough." ”

"This small sample of flesh from the Infinite Root does not stop multiplying even in its inactivated state, absorbing all the inert gas that the researchers filled the capsule and converting it into a part of itself, which is manifested in the increase in the volume of the flesh and the capsule itself, which is pumped into a vacuum."

Russell spoke, turning his gaze to the walls of the capsule with Grey Wind, the originally transparent and smooth artificial crystal now a little blurred, as if it had been delicately sandblasted.

"The Infinite Root has begun to transform the wall that imprisons itself into a part of itself, and the situation on Oregon is more urgent than expected, and we need to start acting as soon as possible."

While Russell and Greywind were discussing the proliferative nature of the Infinity Root and preparing to intervene on Oregon, the first fleet of reinforcements to the Galil constellation had already departed.

Due to the urgency of the situation, the fleet did not use the Quantum Bullet as a means of travel, and the random ejection of the quantum state would cause the fleet to scatter its landing points, and it would take a lot of valuable time to regroup troops.

As such, the flagship of this reinforcement fleet is not the heavy armed Titans commonly used by the Human Federation, but a swarm biological mothership produced by the biofactory of the organic Dyson ball, the 'Mother of Torture'.

In the core cavity of the Mother of Torture biological mothership, Russell was installed to retrieve from the Dark Angel's Boulder Keep...... One artifact brought back: the Tuchucha Engine.

At the mouth of the giant storm that swept through the Sea of Souls, the artifact 'Tuchucha' created by the Ancient Saints was one of the few ways to sail that could still teleport over ultra-long distances in subspace.

With the precise subspace coordinates provided by the Tuchucha engine, the Mother of Torture's hideous mouthparts tore through the curtain of reality and fiction, and the reinforcement fleet plunged headlong into the turbulent sea of souls towards the Garill constellation.

In the 61st year of the 40th millennium, a large number of swarm creature ships, led by the Mother of Torture, slowly sailed out of the subspace rift in the center of the Garril Cluster, and the scarlet wave spread to the atmosphere of Oregon Star.

Dressed in a full suit of 'Scourge of Heresy' power armor, Mortarian stood on the bow of the ship with a massive scythe in hand, looking down at the planet's surface beneath his feet amid the constant sound of cannon fire.

If there was one word to describe the ground battlefield on the Oregon Star, it would be 'purgatory on earth'.

The earth collapsed, the mountains cracked, and huge flesh tentacles like tree roots stretched out from the cracks in the earth's crust where lava flowed, crawling and wriggling along the hot ground, and waving like arms in the air, sweeping the missile drones hovering in the clouds into the ground to eat and wipe them clean.

A steady stream of Chaos Demons crawled out of the craters and leylines of sulfur and magma, their bodies burning with the flames of war from the Sadistic Demon Realm, the wriggling flesh of the mountains dyed a blinding red by the power of the Blood God, and the occasional Tzeentchi Birdman with his wings on fire could be seen haunting the tide of the demon army.

The Aether Giant Worm opened its abyssal jaws in the outer orbit of the planet, spewing deadly spore breath into the atmosphere of Oregon, blood-colored clouds obscured the sky, and endless Tyranid beasts descended from the sky in spore airdrops, and the sharp mouthparts of the swarm tore at the deep valley and the waves of flesh surging in the rift, facing all the demonic swords that stood in their way.

The human armies of the Muspel's Blade battle group have built dense fortifications and firepower points on the foundation of the Infinity Root, and the array of fully automatic weapons continues to spew powerful fire into the waves of demons and insect swarms, and hundreds of millions of swarm drones have merged into an iron-gray cloud in the atmosphere, raining down jumping arcs and phase cracking cannons.

At the moment of this three-way melee, the reinforcement fleet of the Human Federation successfully arrived, the swarm biological ships led by the Mother of Torture surrounded the Aether Giant Worms, and the large steel transport ships airlifted hundreds of giant warbodies to the atmosphere of Oregon Star.

At this time, a senior pilot was overhauling an overheated automatic weapon array on the ground, replacing the demon-tainted machinery with new modules. After receiving the notification of the arrival of reinforcements, he looked up and saw countless airborne silos falling like meteor showers.

The burly primordial strode out of the airborne warehouse, the emperor's 14th son wielded a giant scythe in his hand, sweeping away the lives of demons and aliens like a straw, and the lord of death descended from the sky with the power of a king.

The pilot scratched his head with the laser rangefinder pen in his hand: "Why is the armed Ogelin of Huangquan 8 here?" Could it be that the Order of the Mechanics also wants to meddle in the war of the Garil Constellation? ”

I hadn't heard of it before......

(End of chapter)

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