The Ancient Dragonmen had always been the greatest threat to the evolved humans.
Compared to the Atlanteans' main area of activity in the ocean, the underground people's main area of activity was a narrow underground space. Meanwhile, the Ancient Dragonmen ran rampant on this continent.
Compared to the excellent development conditions of Base A, Base X, and Base M, it was too difficult for Base L to develop against the Ancient Dragonmen.
In fact, due to the fact that they were in the same region, the evolved humans and antmen who were originally enemies had no choice but to team up against the ancient Draconians at times to survive.
"Hehehe, Young Master, it seems to be the antmen you mentioned before!"
The slave monster army led by Grimm started howling and roaring after passing through the vast area in front of them. They formed into groups and were in chaos, as if they were blocked by something. They were bustling with murderous intent.
The curious Little Eight got the answer after flying out for a while.
"Oh? Antmen? "
Just as Grimm was feeling curious, more than ten Grade-A and Grade-S flew out of the chaotic slave monsters. They had black and white patterns on their bodies, and the protective layer of their outer shell and skeleton was like a transparent crystal. They had strong defense and could spit out a strong acidic corrosive liquid. Their combat ability was not to be underestimated.
These antmen charged through the slave monster army in front of them with bloodshot eyes and pounced toward Grimm, who was on the back of the Enigmatic Myriad Bird, who was in the sky!
Cough, cough. Take note, it's Grimm …
"Damn it! You actually want to attack Lord Ba and cause the slave army to be leaderless? What a sinister fellow. Since that's the case, Lord Ba shall bestow upon you the supreme glory of exterminating your clan, hahahaha! "
Little Eight smirked as she stood on Grimm's shoulder. She sliced her neck with one of her wings, tilted her head, and stuck out her tongue at the Enigmatic Myriad Bird.
The Enigmatic Myriad Bird understood. It spread its wings and sneered as it quietly waited for the lunch that was delivered to its doorstep.
At that moment!
A wisp of black smoke flashed through the shadows of these antmen, and the crimson eyes on the heads of these antmen were extinguished. Their heads and bodies were silently separated, and their corpses fell to the ground.
A black shadow flashed and Night Shadow Sird appeared behind Grimm once again. He said respectfully, "Lord Ba, there's no need for the Enigmatic Bird to do it yourself. Just leave everything to me in the future."
Little Myna opened its mouth and was about to angrily accuse Sird of stealing its limelight. However, when it suddenly heard Sird's words, it felt so good that it felt so good from the bottom of its heart. That intoxicated expression on its face was almost 'moaning'. It kept pointing at Sird with one of its wings, feeling extremely satisfied.
"Huh? Hahahaha, you're the one who knows how to do things. Don't worry, if you follow me, I'll make sure you'll have a good life. Hahahaha, I'm very optimistic about you! "
Little Eight raised her eyebrows and stared at him.
On the other side, Grimm's dual-colored eyes looked forward for a while under the Mask of Truth. Without turning his head, he said in a deep voice, "These guys, they're all rushing over there to reap the benefits. They didn't even look after the situation of the slave legion here. Hmph, it's not good if too many of them die. Night Shadow, you take charge of this side. You must make sure that the Crystal Queen Ant is dead. "
Take charge of this side!?
Under the pale mask, Night Shadow Saatchi's dark eyes widened. He was so excited that his breathing quickened.
There were millions of slave legions here. Even those Demon-Hunter Sorcerers with Rank-1 Honor Badge did not have the opportunity to master such power during the Demon-Hunting Expedition. And now, he actually …
Was this the power that a Stigmata Sorcerer had in addition to the power of the body?!
Desire, excitement, greed. Saatchi was feeling the thrill of controlling the Void Fortress as an official Sorcerer for the first time when Grimm went on an expedition to the Magnetite World. This was a symbol of identity and power.
"Yes, Tower of Annihilation Stigmata Sorcerer. I will complete the task!"
Although there were many monsters raised by other Stigmata Sorcerers in the slave legion below, there were still nearly half of them were various kinds of cockroaches. These were the harvest of Saatchi when he followed Grimm to conquer the world, so he was familiar with them.
"Caw caw caw caw, play with them here first. Kill all the creatures that threaten the rules and order of the world ruled by the Evolved Humans in the future. Clean up the backyard of the Young Master!"
Little Eight's voice gradually disappeared as the Enigmatic Myriads spread its wings and flew away at high speed.
Night Shadow Saatchi lowered his head in mid-air, still maintaining the posture of saluting Grimm and Little Eight.
After a while, Ashen Mask raised his head and looked excitedly at the Ant-People who had built their own kingdom and civilization in this vast area. He slowly landed with a gloomy sneer. As he mobilized a trace of will that Grimm had applied to him, tens of thousands of various monster slaves and howling cockroaches followed him.
"Kekekeke, leave no one alive …"
…
A few days later.
"So slow!"
Secluded Spring, Agemund, and Siverness, who only brought a small number of elite slave monsters, stood on the top of a small mountain in a tropical rainforest. Grimm, who was the last to arrive, had just landed when he heard Siverness complaining.
Grimm ignored him and looked at the many creatures that looked like giant mosquitoes on the other side of the small mountain. His eyes under the Mask of Truth frowned slightly, but he did not say anything.
"These are the ancient Dragonians? Why do they look like mosquitoes that have mutated? "
Agemund touched the back of his head with his big hand and asked Grimm.
"Damn it, there are so many of them. What's with the Evolved Humans? Mosquito Humans are Mosquito Humans. Why do they have to be ancient Dragonians? They're even in the information …"
Little Eight was complaining. In the defensive formation of the many giant mosquito flying in the sky in the distance, a dozen of them suddenly completed their transformation after a roar. After the transformation of their swollen bodies, their strength increased at an alarming rate.
In such a short time, they completed the leap from a Level-1 creature to a Level-3 creature!
"Caw!? They really are ancient Dragonians! "
"Hiss … What an amazing art of transformation. If I could transplant this bloodline transformation ability to the Perseverance Academy and sell it to the Ultimate Knight Ruler …"
Sivernes saw with his own eyes that these Level-1 creatures actually strengthened by leaps and bounds after their transformation, and could not help but think of the huge potential they possessed.
Beside him, Grimm, as an Elemental Magus, naturally thought of this as well.
Compared to Sivernes, Grimm was much calmer. At this moment, there were so many giant mosquitoes, but only a few had completed the transformation of the ancient Dragonians. There must be some kind of restriction.
Even so, there was still a high research value.
"Then we …"
Rumble!
Hmm?!
Just as Agemund was about to charge toward the core of the ancient Dragonians like the underground people did, a melodious lingering spatial vibration suddenly came from the depths of the distant rainforest.
The few who had experience invading worlds naturally knew what was happening over there in an instant.
"Exploding World of Thunder!"
At the same time, the mosquito people and ancient Dragonians in the distance who were afraid of the aura of the giant monsters on the small mountain all jumped in joy as if they had been injected with stimulants.
It was as if they were celebrating something over there.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
