Zhi Han abandoned his human identity and turned into an ugly and hideous alien.

This is a huge change for her, for the sea of clouds, and even for Nemo.

It's just that all this is an inconsequential thing for Samon, the initiator.

He didn't deceive Zhi Han, and he didn't deceive him.

Although the aliens occupy a link in his plan, they are not the key.

Therefore, when the danger brought to him by the aliens outweighed the benefits, he would not hesitate to kill them—whether it was the small alien that was unique in the universe, or the alien that Zhi Han had just transformed.

Samon is not afraid of death, but he spares his life.

He couldn't help but spare his life, at least in his understanding, the entire universe was filled with countless creatures and civilizations, but he was the only one left in the once glorious Sarnagar tribe.

Perhaps, he will be able to replicate more of his people through the genes hidden in the warships of one of the Federation's systems.

However, a replicant is a replicant after all.

For the Sarnagars, replicants serve only two purposes.

First, at the very beginning of their development, replicants were only used to participate in some kind of replication work without any creativity.

Second, replicants are specimens of some of the experiments they have conducted in order to learn more about themselves.

Other than that, there is no more merit for them to make a replicant.

And now Samon needs real people, not stupid replicants.

Quickly putting Zhihan's affairs aside, Samon followed the passage back to his research room.

After the federal approval of his research program, the research base built specifically for him was fully completed and put into operation a few days ago.

Now, there are hundreds of excellent scientists and tens of thousands of staff members busy under his deployment.

"Professor Aemon, something has gone wrong with Team Six's research mission."

"We conducted a total of 15 reverse ion experiments, and only two of them had similar results, but none of them were the same."

Before Samon could get to the lab, a middle-aged man had apparently been waiting for him, trotting up to him.

Standing in the doorway, although Samon was impatient, he still made a gesture of thought.

"Have you recorded any energy input spikes?"

"Recorded."

"Is it smooth?"

"It's very smooth."

"Here's the problem, in reverse ion research, the energy input can't be constant, because that will cause the reverse ion to fluctuate more, you have to adjust the power during the energy input process, and then find a relatively balanced data."

"That...... Have you done research on this before? Professor Eamon, if you have the data available, I think our research will be going much faster. ”

"This experiment is only in the theoretical stage, and I haven't done it formally. It's just that in my previous simulation experiments on the brain, it was valid. ”

At this point in the conversation, Samon coldly threw down the sentence and pushed open the office door and walked in.

As a result, the man outside the door had just left when the communicator on his desk rang again.

"Professor Aemon, the phaser is alarming. Just now everything works fine when we try to turn it off and on again, but after a few minutes of operation, it starts to alarm again, and now we can't find the reason. ”

"Call the police? What form of alarm? ”

"Red light, the red light on the indicator board is flashing at a frequency of three, two, three, one."

"Three-two-three-one? Didn't you have any brains with you when I gave a lecture during the training? The red light does not mean an alarm, 3231 is just a signal when the phase meter is waiting for the energy output after passing the self-test, you just need to turn on the energy component to input energy. ”

Speaking of which, Samon almost smashed his fist on the trigger switch of the communication instrument, ending the communication.

There was no chance for him to clean up, and there was another knock at the door, and Samon glanced at the light screen on the table to see several researchers standing in the doorway.

"Get out!"

Without thinking about it, Samon picked up the water glass on the table and threw it at the door.

A few people outside the door turned around and even trotted away.

With a sigh, Samon shook his head.

Originally, he didn't need to behave like this.

It's just that the character he plays, Emon, is a professor with a very big temper in his own right, which is also well-known in the industry.

But that's fine, he can at least have a little free time now.

Opening the light screen desktop, Samon quickly called up the structural diagram of the entire research base and began to observe it carefully.

In the eyes of outsiders and even those insiders, the entire research base is divided into several areas.

Each different area has its own research mission.

However, in Samon's eyes, the entire research base is actually a whole.

Aside from the inconsequential things of his shell and inner walls, the research base is surrounded by several energy centers that are actually a super-instrument.

Such a super instrument is not something that the scientists of the Federation can understand, maybe the "Star Spirit Clan" can see some abnormalities from the structure diagram, but obviously the Federation will not let the "Star Spirit Clan" come into contact with this.

After observing for a long time, a rare smile finally appeared on Samon's face.

All the preliminary work has been completed.

As soon as the six energy centers under emergency construction outside the base are completed, the giant instrument that the Sarnagar people call the "superconverter" will theoretically be officially put into use.

"The revival of the Sarnagar tribe is here!"

Unable to hide the excitement deep inside, Samon clenched his fists.

"There's one more thing to do before that."

With an inexplicable gleam in his eyes, Samon stood up and left the office, quickly arriving at the underground warehouse of the research base.

At the same time, in different areas of the base, some people threw down their work and entered the underground warehouse through different passages.

Among these people, there are research assistants, professors, and even cleaners and security personnel.

Almost as soon as Samon arrived at the underground warehouse, the men arrived at the same time.

The spacious underground warehouse is filled with all kinds of supplies.

As they converged, a robot emerged out of nowhere.

Of course, in the eyes of others, it is a robot.

But in the eyes of Samon and Nemo, these are the "golden guards" that almost every family of the Sarnaga people must have.

Without further ado, Samon picked up something like a button from Jin Wei's outstretched palm.

In front of these people, Samon pinched the button and exerted a slight force.

The swarthy "metal button" suddenly cracked, and after a bolt of light projected, it quickly twisted and deformed, turning into a tiny radar-like pocket instrument.

"Distribute it among yourselves, one for each person."

"I need you to go to a different planet and be on standby, and I can't activate it until I give you my orders."

"Got it?"

Samon said with a solemn expression.

The humans who had already been controlled by him through the "puppet worms" did not speak, but nodded heavily.

A smile appeared on his lips, and the ambitious Samon turned away with a satisfied expression on his face.

He seemed to have seen the magnificence that had come to his call in response to the "super-transformer" and the "wormhole" in the distorted "wormhole" in the void among the tumbling clouds in the sky with the assistance of these locators.