Helpless

The researchers from the Riken Race were baffled, as it was beyond their knowledge, and could only attribute it to the characteristics of biotechnology.

"What do we do now? If this continues, we'll never be able to deliver." One of the researchers looked at the purplish-gray substance in front of him, which was undergoing another genetic collapse, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"There's nothing we can do but tell the truth. We have absolutely no relevant theories. Their understanding of biotechnology is far beyond ours. We can't analyze their creations," the older researcher sighed.

"Hopefully, the research vessel that will be arriving soon will be of some help," a researcher said hopefully.

The research vessels are equipped with a variety of highly advanced scientific instruments. They are supplemented and built with specific functionalities based on feedback from the Expedition Fleet. It took considerable effort to successfully transfer the precision instruments produced on the Mother Planet Rickon to these vessels.

They did not accompany the fleet during the previous fierce battle, but when the Riken Race took control of the battlefield, the legion commander urgently dispatched two ships from the rear to support the front line.

After several days of sailing, and in a few hours they will be able to join the sequence.

The research environment there was far more luxurious than it is now.

"It's difficult. What's limiting us isn't the equipment," the older researcher said, pointing to his head. "What's limiting us is this."

"That's not entirely true; there might be instruments that can break through their defenses," another older researcher countered.

"If you can't even understand their theories, how can you crack them?"

"Maybe we can crack it with brute force!"

"What do you think this is? Your door lock? This is the most sophisticated Gene Lock!"

"Ha, something unexpected might happen."

"You said it was an accident, do you even know what an accident means?! Besides, science is rigorous, there's no such thing as an accident!"

"Nonsense! Countless technologies are born from accidents!"

The two men grew increasingly agitated as they talked, and it looked like they were about to come to blows when their disciples and followers rushed forward to break them up.

"No, no, it's not that serious!" Finally, with the help of another older person, the impending brawl was stopped.

"Go ahead," the stern elder suddenly said after a moment.

"What?!" The elder was filled with questions, not understanding the meaning of this seemingly random question.

"Go report to your superior."

The elderly man was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening and roared, "Why aren't you going!"

"You think I'm stupid?"

"Then am I stupid?!" Upon hearing this, the elderly man's hair stood on end.

Seeing the fight reignite, the elder who was trying to break it up quickly said, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. I'll go, I'll go, okay?"

After saying this, he shook his head and sighed as he walked out of the laboratory. The two who had been arguing looked at each other, smiled, and understood everything without saying a word.

--

"What! You mean there's a locked door there, and you haven't even figured out how to open it after all these days?" Arther roared.

The elder who was trying to mediate was named Press, and he shrank back.

Among the three legion commanders, Hamis, the commander of the First Fleet, was considered to have a relatively good temper. Therefore, he became the best person to report to. However, unexpectedly, as soon as the communication was connected, Press was pulled into a small meeting.

Aside from the three legion commanders, there were only a few high-ranking officers present, totaling no more than 20 people. They happened to be discussing extraterrestrial life, though it wasn't exactly a perfect coincidence.

For many days, the alien creation has endured relentless bombardment, yet it has stubbornly not been completely destroyed. And now the war is not tense, the commanders are in planetary orbit with nothing else to do but hold meetings to pass the time.

The topics discussed at the meetings mostly revolved around the current situation and those alien creations.

So when Press came to report on the research results of the past few days, Hamis immediately added him to the "group chat".

After Press finished reporting the situation with a heavy heart, the scene described earlier occurred.

Although several lab supervisors were held accountable afterward, including the meticulous elder and the elder who was involved in the accident, this problem cannot be solved with just a few words.

The key issue lies in the completely unfamiliar and incomprehensible technological system.

A few days later, even with the addition of functional ships and a more luxurious research environment, the problem remained unsolved. No matter what methods or instruments the Riken Race used, they could not crack the Gene Lock of the Swarm's creations.

Whether cut with a knife, smashed with a hammer, or any other method, as long as their purpose is not exploration, alien creations will maintain genetic stability.

But once they set out to investigate, even with a probe the size of a hair, the alien creation immediately suffers genetic collapse and turns into a thick liquid.

This is what puzzles them the most; if they can't circumvent such "intelligent" passive defense measures, then everything is in vain.

However, what the Riken Race never expected was that what they thought was passive defense was actually active defense. In the Swarm Network, Rowan mobilized a large number of queen bee consciousnesses to monitor the Strain collected by the Riken Race.

The Strain's self-destruct program is immediately activated as soon as any misbehavior by the Riken Race is detected.

A fundamental misconception meant that no matter how hard the Riken Race worked, it was all for naught.

There has been no progress in the analysis, but new changes have occurred on the other side of the battlefield on Laze Planet.

Under the relentless attacks, many of the Creep's emergency genes are activated, and through a cycle of destruction and rebirth, they develop greater resistance to attacks from the Riken Race.

Although the new defense system is more expensive, over the past few days, the roots of the Creep have penetrated thousands of meters underground, increasing its energy collection capacity several times over, enough to supply this consumption.

The new defensive structure is not only better able to withstand the energy attacks of the Riken Race, but it can also absorb the energy dissipated after the energy beam explosion at a faster speed.

With these multiple enhancements, the purplish-gray patches were not only not destroyed or reduced during the intense attack, but they also completely repaired themselves and even rapidly expanded the territory they occupied.

"They're growing so fast!" Hamis's face darkened as he looked at the data before him.

Actually, you don't need to look at detailed data; you can see these obvious changes just by comparing simple images.

"We can't continue attacking. Not only have their resistance increased significantly, but they can also absorb the energy of the attack," said Novaru, commander of the Second Fleet.

Although it is not possible to directly view the data inside the Space Octopus, external monitoring methods can still be used normally.

The instruments deployed by the Riken Race on the battlefield can detect that after the energy beam hits the ground, the energy of the explosion changes from being diffuse to being directional, and the direction is exactly where the Creep is located.

Such an unusual energy flow makes it easy to deduce certain things.