A single signal transmitter had thrown the entire Federation into a state of alarm.
They had thought they'd already won, but who could have guessed that such terrible news would suddenly arrive?
They had already fought with everything they had to capture those alien ships. If even more alien ships came—and in numbers far exceeding these—they would have no way to hold them off.
The Federation leaders were all panicking, and the aliens were clamoring to leave.
"Please let us leave first. We have matters to take care of back home."
"Could you give me a spaceship? I can trade you information about a mineral vein."
"Please let us go. We can't fight off those Space Pirates. You should prepare yourselves, too."
"..."
Clearly, the news had completely dashed the Federation leaders' hopes of bringing these aliens over to their side.
The aliens were now so frightened that all they wanted was to flee. They had no interest in anything else.
The Federation leaders were at a loss and could only turn to the scientific department for help.
Qin Lin was still leading people in an effort to crack the technology aboard the alien ships.
Of course, Qin Lin was only putting on a show.
He kept having the researchers and aliens repeatedly dismantle and reassemble the Plasma Shields, then turn them on and off.
In truth, this was completely pointless. It was just a cover for him.
But the researchers and aliens didn't see it that way.
After all, another team nearby was working frantically to analyze a formula.
But they couldn't work it out at all. It was far too difficult—or perhaps beyond the scope of the knowledge they had mastered.
This was the formula Qin Lin had previously produced for the Plasma Shields.
Since Qin Lin had