Super False Humans Make Their Entrance

"This is the benefit of having an organization." Ning Zheng sighed inwardly.

With the Spiritual Farmer Laboratory analyzing the enemy's Spiritual Roots, the think tank investigating their background, and various institutions operating like gears, each handling its own duties—this was war!

These blacksmiths were becoming more and more competent.

They had thoroughly become excellent disciples of a native sect. Aside from occasionally causing trouble and inexplicably starting to show off, they were usually quite reliable!

But the problem now was obvious.

The others had already become Super Replicants.

They were just waiting for him to come to them, provide them with immortal Spiritual Roots and new bodily circulation structures, and let them make copies.

Furthermore.

Their abilities were all unknown.

What new abilities did this new version of the Replicants have? Was the replication ratio still fifty percent?

The combinations of immortal Spiritual Roots often resulted in one plus one being greater than two, making up for the original Spiritual Roots' deficiencies.

The unknown meant an instant-kill encounter even more.

If it were any other instant-kill encounter, losing would simply be losing. They could afford it.

But this time, if they lost even once and were copied, allowing these ancient natives who were millions of years behind to update to the modern version—

Then the ancient Great Emperors in this tomb would break free like dragons rising from a trapped pool!

It would be as if he had completely released a group of super ancient beasts. Once the copy faction formed by these people emerged, it would not be weaker than any faction under Xin Xichen!

Ning Zheng had already imagined the scene:

The Replicating God Race making their reappearance, with their job-change plazas everywhere. One genius after another—Bai Xingling, Xu Huan, Li Youzhu, Jian Xin—would be hung up as