"What does your civilization do with these Disaster Creatures?"
"I heard that the Head of State wants to, wants to dosticate these Disaster Creatures."
"Dosticate? Can these things even be dosticated? Didn’t they say their intelligence patterns are different from ours, making them difficult to dosticate? Besides... even if they were dosticated, what good would they be?"
The combat effectiveness of these Disaster Creatures was really hard to say. While they could indeed cause enormous trouble if caught off guard, just like when he first encountered them.
But later, after summarizing, analyzing, inductive reasoning, and thinking, he quickly found a way to deal with them, and now he had directly forced them onto the star.
Although he temporarily had no way to deal with them, they also found it difficult to cause him any more trouble.
From this perspective, even if they were eventually dosticated, there would be almost no use for them.
"I’m not entirely clear on the specifics. I’m just a low-ranking official, and my knowledge of the civilization’s core secrets is limited. I only know that the Head of State’s Office established a specialized research organization, spent at least a thousand years, and consud a large amount of resources, but has never succeeded in dosticating them."
"Good, what else do you know? Tell everything. If you cooperate honestly, you will be the future Patriarch of the Havilah Race!"
Tom had already decided to absorb the Havilahs into the Human Civilization’s Havilah Race, just as he had absorbed the Bluetoth into the Bluetoth clan.
It was still the sa saying. No matter how deep the grudges were before, at this mont, these Havilahs were all his wealth.
Killing them would be a loss to his own interests.
"Yes, yes, esteed Master, I will tell you everything I know..."
After a round of interrogation, Tom sighed, looking at the ager amount of valuable intelligence before him.
After all, these were all people on the fringes of the civilization; there was simply nothing to extract from them through interrogation. For now, he would keep them; perhaps in the future, talented individuals with scientific research aptitude might erge, contributing to his scientific research.
Even if they didn’t, these different ways of thinking could still serve as a supplent for him.
This individual nad Vasilolo now beca the Patriarch of all Havilah People.
To help him integrate more quickly into the Human Civilization’s production and lifestyle, Tom also called for Clan Leader Momolansi, the Patriarch of the Bluetoth clan, to teach him so precautions and the like.
At this mont, looking at Vasilolo, who was wearing a light spacesuit, appearing timid and honest, Clan Leader Momolansi was arrogant, filled with the pride of a pioneer.
So what if you were a Strong Nuclear Civilization? Aren’t you defeated by our Human Civilization—note, our Human Civilization—now?
So what if I ca from an Electroweak Civilization? Don’t you still have to be respectful in front of ?
Leading Vasilolo and so officials of the Havilah Race, Clan Leader Momolansi and other Bluetoth held a symposium with enthusiasm yet reserve, and pride yet friendliness.
"To integrate into our Human Civilization, you Havilah People have a lot to learn. You need to pay attention to every detail in your daily lives. You must not bring in the bad habits you had in the Havilah Civilization. You must thoroughly complete a self-examination from heart to body.
Of course, this is a long-term process and cannot be completed in a short ti. But there is one point you must start paying attention to now and must completely obey, never violating it."
Vasilolo was respectful and full of anticipation, saying, "Patriarch Clan Leader Momolansi, please enlighten ."
"That is, never question the appearance of humans! Although to us lower beings, the noble human adults all look exactly the sa, that is only because our brain capacity is too low to distinguish details.
To say that human adults look the sa is a great insult to them and will incur severe punishnt. Rember this, never violate it..."
Clan Leader Momolansi solemnly warned. Vasilolo and the other Havilah People looked serious, secretly admonishing themselves.
...
Having easily resolved the issue of the Havilah Civilization captives, Tom’s attention imdiately shifted to technological developnt.
But at this mont, a probe deployed in space, constantly observing Lyra G16, reported a ssage to him.
This ssage imdiately made him feel serious.
"The spectrum of Lyra G16 has changed? What’s going on?"
From the quantity, the change affecting the entire star seed impossible for a few tens of thousands of Disaster Creatures to accomplish.
But at this mont, this kind of change, aside from being caused by Disaster Creatures, had no other possibilities.
"Perhaps, the star is the ho of these Disaster Creatures. In the stellar environnt, they can reproduce quickly and in large numbers, to the extent that they affect the spectral type of the entire star?"
This was a point worth noting. But it only made Tom pay a little attention; it wasn’t a big deal.
Even if they reproduced more, and faster, so what?
Want to challenge the output of my energy cannon shells with quantity? Bring it on! I’ll kill as many as co!
What truly made Tom feel serious was...
This special, biological change in the spectrum exhibited relatively obvious biological characteristics.
For a distant observer, they would very likely believe that this change was caused by certain actions of intelligent life.
For example, a large number of space bases deployed around the star, or a large amount of interstellar matter thrown into the star.
And what consequences would this lead to?
It’s simple: this star would beco the most conspicuous one in the surrounding starfield. Any civilization with long-range observation capabilities could instantly spot the abnormality of this star, and then make the judgnt that a civilization exists in this solar system.
The light carrying the changes of this star would spread outwards at the speed of light. In ten years, it could travel ten light-years; in a thousand years, it could travel a thousand light-years.
This was originally irrelevant; you Electromagnetic Disaster could do whatever you wanted, it was none of my business. But now, I am also in this solar system.
God knows what kind of existence this change will attract in the future.
"I can’t stay in this solar system; I must leave quickly. Although this information is transmitted at the speed of light, it’s impossible to attract too distant existences in a short ti, but that chanical Disaster is very likely within a few tens, or even a dozen light-years, and it will almost certainly be attracted in a short ti!"
A thought flashed through Tom’s mind instantly.
But the next mont, Tom dismissed that thought.
Escaping at this mont was aningless.
Because his fleet was too large, just collecting supplies would take a considerable amount of ti. Plus the subsequent initial acceleration, perhaps the chanical Disaster would arrive before he had even escaped very far.
Given that, it would be better to stay in this solar system, prepare for battle with all his might, and the probability of survival would be higher.
Since that was the case... then he wouldn’t leave!
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