Published: February 13, 2025
Liu Zhenghong's reputation as the Red Creator in her previous life has disappeared in this one, but that doesn't mean her abilities have diminished; it's just that her research direction has become much more 'normal'.
After all, her financier, Ye Zhongming, had clearly set boundaries, and Sister Hong now had someone like Le Da Yuan, a warm-hearted middle-aged man, by her side.
Thus, Sister Hong's heart has not turned as hard as it was in her past life, nor has it become... distorted.
However, her current professional level is on par with the top genetic experts among the All Races of the Universe.
There’s no helping it; Sister Hong’s mind has been broadened beyond Earth. After acquiring the knowledge Ye Zhongming transmitted back, she began to catch up with the scientific advancements of the All Races of the Universe. And with super clans like the Library Palace and the Su Clan Musk Ke People as her support, the information Ye Zhongming sent back was also the best in the universe, making her progress quite evident.
Right now, perhaps in some specific areas, Liu Zhenghong still has a slight gap compared to the top scholars here, but in her fields of expertise and interest, Sister Hong is equally remarkable.
For example, the situation on the battlefield right now.
A massive number of beastman warriors, who have taken two different potions, alongside three rapidly swelling spherical entities.
This is an achievement from Liu Zhenghong’s unconventional path, much like the Baal Potion from before—somewhat cruel, but very effective at critical moments.
In this battle that determines everyone's fate, Sister Hong has naturally thrown caution to the wind and created such a thing.
The spheres have already transformed into fleshy orbs, covered in blood and flesh. When chunks of corpses began to merge into them, they swelled at a terrifying speed, exceeding twenty meters in diameter in just over ten seconds.
But that’s not the end. As more and more corpses are integrated, their swelling speed accelerates. During this time, attacks from the city walls hit the spheres; ordinary arrows were directly enveloped and disappeared, and while some methods could explode bits of flesh, they basically had no significant effect.
The dwarf commander on the wall looked grim. First, he said something to his deputy, then communicated through the communicator hanging at his collar, organizing manpower to abandon two of the fleshy orbs and focus fire only on the one in the middle.
Concentrating the city’s defense firepower still packs a punch. Although the warship's firepower continues to intercept, they managed to blast the middle orb, scattering flesh and blood everywhere, and even with continuous corpse absorption, it didn’t swell further.
But… it didn’t shrink either.
The dwarf commander’s face turned green; he didn’t know what that thing was, but he certainly knew it wasn’t good for them.
Shouts came again as the beastmen charged once more, but this time it wasn’t a wave of ten thousand followed by another ten thousand; over a hundred thousand were mobilized in one go. Some members of the Alliance of Small Races also appeared behind the beastmen, operating various siege weapons.
What once brought Cloud Summit fame finally began to play its role.
The dwarf commander was practically screaming orders.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz”
Mechanical vibrating sounds emanated from the city walls, followed by the sight of hundreds of small glide boats flying down, each carrying dozens of people. When they reached the three fleshy orbs, these individuals leaped from the glide boats and launched an attack, led by the deputy who had been standing beside the dwarf commander.
Since long-range attacks weren't effective, they decided to close in and kill them.
This was the dwarf commander’s viewpoint, which is why he ordered his second-in-command, who was only slightly less powerful than himself, to lead a suicide squad of ten thousand men down from the city walls.
Indeed, this was a suicide squad; they all knew that by going down, they had no chance of coming back. But the commander couldn’t deploy more people; this already accounted for one-tenth of his fighting strength.