Within the temporal laws, the tenfold acceleration of time allowed research to delve deeply, yet it also made the external war preparations seem extraordinarily urgent.

When Jie Ming and the other logistics wizards gradually emerged from that state of sleepless, obsessive study, more than half a month had already passed in the outside world.

Intelligence from the frontline scouting units grew increasingly dire with each report—the armies of the Giant Spirit Realm had completed their assembly, and a new round of all-out war could erupt at any moment.

In this accelerated period, the logistics wizards lived up to expectations, producing a variety of research outcomes.

Though time constraints left many spells or creations rough and unrefined, exuding a “good enough to use” crudeness.

But with the shackles on destructive power removed, every result radiated a heart-palpitating aura of danger.

Some wizards followed traditional approaches, starting from the elemental level, developing disintegration spells tailored to the semi-fluid slime structures of the Giant Spirit Realm natives’ bodies or the specific elemental compositions of their soul cores.

Once struck, these could trigger a chain collapse from matter to energy, and even the soul.

Others targeted the natives’ reliance on machinery, crafting large-scale electromagnetic pulse storms, metal fatigue curses, or logical virus spells that could infiltrate energy circuits and cause overloads.

Some went even further with unconventional ideas, cultivating a special type of biochemical beast.

These beasts appeared ordinary, but embedded within them were spell models that twisted the mind.

If captured by Giant Spirit Realm natives for symbiosis or study, they would silently release mental contamination, driving the controllers into madness or cognitive impairment.

Among them, one of the most eye-catching results came from the sixth-level wizard Balsa.

Drawing on his profound understanding of sonic waves and vibration laws, he developed a bizarre “Resonance Disintegration Wave.”

This vibration wave did not kill directly but used a peculiar frequency to stimulate the native’s body, inducing an uncontrolled “stress evolution” response.

This forcibly triggered evolution would shatter the precise balance between the native and its symbiotic mechanical or biological limbs, causing violent rejection reactions that led to internal self-destruction.

Even more terrifying, the residual energy in natives killed by this spell would run amok under the guidance of this specific vibration frequency, spontaneously generating and spreading the same “Resonance Disintegration Wave,” forming a sustainably propagating ripple of death.

As soon as it was unveiled, this spell gained favor among numerous frontline wizards for its efficiency and chain-reaction properties.

In comparison, Jie Ming’s output speed was tortoise-like, making him nearly the last among all participating wizards.

His research direction bore some similarity to Balsa’s, both targeting the core “symbiosis” ability of the Giant Spirit Realm natives.

But Jie Ming’s path was far more winding.

He initially tried to directly induce rejection reactions, but after countless attempts, he discovered that the natives’ symbiotic systems—honed by eons of natural evolution and active technological modifications—were stable beyond imagination.

Forcing rejection from the outside was extremely difficult, with unreliable efficiency.

Stuck in a deadlock, Jie Ming soon used reverse thinking to find a completely different path.

“If rejection can’t be forced, why not make it ‘over-accept’?”

Through in-depth analysis, Jie Ming uncovered that the natives’ slime-like symbiotic ability relied on a special “pheromone enzyme” secreted by their core.

This enzyme could read the “life information” or “structural information” of contacted limbs, then guide their own cells and energy fields to mimic and adapt, ultimately achieving perfect symbiosis.

Their exceptional adaptability to metals stemmed from this enzyme directing cellular changes accordingly.

Jie Ming’s idea crystallized: If rejection couldn’t be induced, what if he stimulated the core to uncontrollably over-secrete this “pheromone enzyme”?

In the laboratory, Jie Ming gazed at a Giant Spirit Realm native confined in a restraint field—symbiotically fused with a mechanical arm and two different biological limbs—his face lighting up with the excitement of an experiment on the verge of success.

The spell’s effects exceeded expectations.

Under the continuous stimulation of a specific frequency energy field (his developed spell), the pheromone enzyme secretion in that native went completely out of control.

Under its terrified and despairing gaze, the body began convulsing uncontrollably, frantically mimicking the characteristics of its three symbiotic limbs.

The slime-like main body twisted and writhed; mechanical gray hardness, fleshy crimson, and the eerie patterns of the other biological limb chaotically intertwined and protruded across its surface.

Finally, amid a mental wail filled with despair and fear, this Giant Spirit Realm native transformed into an indescribable mass haphazardly pieced together from metal and two different fleshes, writhing in distortion.

When its body was thoroughly torn apart by these three utterly disparate characteristics, losing all unity, the originally suppressed rejection reaction finally erupted in its most violent and chaotic form!

Its death was swift and miserable.

“Success… but the effect takes too long to manifest.” Jie Ming calmly evaluated.

From casting to the target’s complete collapse and death required a not-insignificant period, and the target had to remain within the spell’s influence range throughout.

On a battlefield of fleeting changes, this was nearly a fatal flaw.

So next, he needed to solve two key problems: how to make this spell take effect quickly, and how to enable large-scale diffusion.

Jie Ming turned his gaze to the biochemical domain.

Centuries of accumulated dissections on void domain creatures had stocked him with vast knowledge of life sciences.

And the development of the Black Giants and Prowlers had made him adept at biological modification and xenogeneic tissue fusion techniques.

Jie Ming first extracted a naturally symbiotic microorganism from the Giant Spirit Realm natives, regarded as a “beneficial bacterium.”

He then combined it with genes from a tiny insect in the void domain that could repel natural enemies with specific energy fluctuations.

Finally, he etched an extremely simplified version of the spell model—capable of stimulating pheromone enzyme over-secretion—into the life core of this new bacterial strain.

The modified strain retained an outer shell familiar to the natives as “probiotic,” easily evading the host’s immune recognition and settling in safely.

But its core continuously emitted altered energy fluctuations—no longer repelling predators, but relentlessly releasing that fatal “over-symbiosis” stimulation signal!

Of course, with the spell drastically simplified, its effects were greatly weakened, further prolonging onset time.

But that was no issue, for once inside a Giant Spirit Realm native, this strain became a persistent “spell emitter,” fundamentally resolving the slow activation problem.

As for diffusion?

Jie Ming further enhanced the strain’s reproductive capabilities and loaded it with an efficient energy absorption system derived from the Black Giants.

They could frantically draw energy within the host, proliferating at an exponential rate.

When the host died from “over-symbiosis” and its body disintegrated, massive quantities of the strain would naturally spread into the environment, seeking new hosts…

Thanks to the energy absorption system, their survivability was exaggeratedly robust.

Not just in the air—even harsh high or low temperatures had little impact on them.

Involving three rounds of precise biochemical modifications and fusions, Jie Ming barely completed this development, named “Symbiosis Calamity,” right at the deadline.

He was well aware of his technique’s greatest flaw—it couldn’t instantly eliminate enemies; it required time to ferment and form a plague-like effect.

When all the logistics wizards gathered before the seventh-level wizard Dixon with their results, this fate-series wizard’s gaze calmly swept over the crowd and the diverse forms of their creations or spell models, each emanating an ominous aura.

His eyes lingered briefly on Balsa’s “Resonance Disintegration Wave” model, then passed over Jie Ming’s gray bacterial cluster, sealed in a special crystal canister and appearing harmless.

“Detection shows the enemy’s legions have begun moving.” Dixon’s voice was not loud, yet it clearly echoed in every wizard’s mind. “Your research is the spearhead and the shield. The battlefield will be the ultimate testing ground.”

“The merits and rewards you earn will depend on how brilliantly your methods shine in the coming storm of steel.”

“Submit your results to the quartermaster department for registration and mass production. Then, prepare yourselves. War is about to begin.”

His words were calm, yet they carried the heavy pressure of an impending storm.

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Giant Spirit Realm, deep within the royal city.

Korg’s massive semi-fluid body writhed restlessly around the throne, unease flickering unquenchably in its three pairs of compound eyes.

Ever since that communication with the “Lightchaser” at the cost of precious Thousand Soul Gold Crystal, the other side had vanished like a stone sunk into the sea, with no further response.

It had tried multiple times to reactivate the cross-realm communication array, pouring in energy regardless of amount, but the other end remained dead silent, no will answering its calls.

“Could… that guy really have absconded with the funds?” An absurd thought circled in Korg’s mind.

Of course, it knew that while the other had swindled it through the array, it hadn’t yet paid the bulk of the “intelligence” fee.

But the “Lightchaser” was renowned for credibility; this shouldn’t happen.

Unease seeped into its core like cold slime.

Unknown enemies, a lost intelligence contact—everything reeked of strangeness.

Yet time waited for no one.

Pressure from the borders mounted daily; the colossal war machine was already at full throttle, with legions and powerhouses conscripted from various vassal planes fully assembled.

The arrow was nocked; it had to fly.

Korg forcibly suppressed its doubts and unease, pouring all its focus into war deployments.

No matter what, it had to first repel these invading “wizards”!