The keyboard clattered and clattered until noon, when his stomach began to growl.
Ling Ping'an finally stopped working!
"Comfortable!" He looked at his work results. There were already three thousand words.
Very good!
The preface chapter was finally finished.
After carefully checking it, the young web writer nodded slightly.
This first chapter was actually to point out the main character.
A young man named Qin Xiaoan quit his job because he was diagnosed with a terminal illness. He planned to enjoy life for the rest of his life.
In the end, while traveling, he accidentally entered an unknown ruin and obtained something called the Insect Swarm Cultivation System.
He had no choice. After all, he was writing web novels.
It was impossible to write an inhuman protagonist. There was no sense of immersion!
The reason why he used the system was because Ling Ping'an felt that it was more convenient to write this way.
After saving the document, he picked up the phone and ordered takeout.
Then, he thought of the queen ant and her children.
Thus, he swiped open his phone and entered the clan tribe command device.
In the end, as soon as he entered the command device, he received a series of notifications.
He took a look and his eyes immediately lit up.
"What is the WAAAGH position?" He scratched his head. The command device said that his clan tribe, the Gangba tribe, because of their bravery in battle and his favor, had successfully activated the gift from ancient times, the WAAAGH position!
Because of the appearance of the WAAAGH position, his clan tribe had activated a brand new evolutionary route.
Therefore, there would be a probability of the Pain Kid/Technician Kid appearing in his clan tribe.
But the problem was...
What was the Pain Kid?
What was the Technician Kid?
Ling Ping'an didn't quite understand.
He thought for a moment and clicked on his clan tribe. He found that a new unit had appeared.
However, there were only two Pain Kids and one Technician Kid in total.
He looked at the descriptions of the two new units and his face immediately became embarrassed.
Because these descriptions were really full of bad taste!
Pain Kid: A doctor who saves the dying and helps the wounded. Out of his passionate concern for humanitarianism, he is determined to devote himself to the great cause of treating other green skin! Every Pain Kid has a full understanding of the ecology, genes, flesh, and tissues of the green skin. They can completely carry out a series of incredible surgeries to save their compatriots from death and injury!
Technician Kid: They follow the great master's teachings of materialism. They are green scientists who observe and study science and technology objectively. They are also excellent craftsmen. No one knows technology and science better than them!
Scratching his head, Ling Ping'an thought for a moment and felt that the green skin did not look like reliable creatures.
Therefore …
The so-called Pain Kid and Technician Kid were probably as unreliable as their race.
However, he didn't have the time to pay attention to such a small matter.
He had to concentrate on writing his new book, so he temporarily stopped playing games.
Thus, he switched to the Blessed Earth interface and took a look.
Then, his eyes widened.
Because …
Even if he was looking at it from the Blessed Earth Realm, he could see it.
Now, the queen and the termites had completely changed!
… …
Gangba carried his increasingly exaggerated sledgehammer and stuck out his terrifying belly that was about to hang to the ground. He stood on a captured ratman chariot and patrolled the battlefield.
A battle had just ended.
The brave green-skinned beastmen tore apart the rats that dared to resist.
The battlefield was littered with corpses.
Of course, there were also wounded soldiers!
Many of the green skin had their arms or stomachs cut open, and their internal organs flowed out.
However …
These did not matter.
In any case, as long as they could survive, they would be a good man again in a few days!
Even if they died, it did not matter because their corpses would become the hatching ground for new green skin.
In two days, new green-skinned Beastmen would hatch.
However …
Gangba's eyes saw a sneaky figure.
That was his adjutant, the goblin Sourstomach sent by Brother What and Brother Hell to assist him.
Now, this bastard seemed to be surrounding a pile of ratman chariot wreckage, muttering something?
What was worse was that he was also carrying a pair of pliers and a large bag of rivets that he had pulled out from somewhere.
He surrounded the wreckage of the chariot and knocked on it.
From time to time, he would take out a rivet and nail it on.
Gangba immediately walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
Sourstomach did not answer him. Instead, he rudely embedded a piece of relatively intact armor onto the wreckage of the chariot. He unreasonably stuffed this piece of armor onto it.
Then, he fixed it with a rivet and knocked it with a pair of pliers.
This piece of armor was immediately strangely and magically embedded into the chariot.
Then, it rummaged through the ground and found a pile of chains. It connected these chains to the chariot that had been completely shattered. It actually made the chariot, which was originally impossible to repair, seem to be able to be used again?
Gangba looked at it and was greatly surprised.
Because it had never seen such a thing before.
The other green skin also surrounded it.
Everyone clicked their tongues as they looked at Sourstomach in amazement. They held pliers and rivets and knocked on it.
They violently rearranged the wreckage of the chariot.
Finally, a strange-looking chariot that was pieced together from the wreckage of at least eight chariots and a large pile of equipment and weapons abandoned by the ratman appeared in the eyes of all the green skin.
And Sourstomach\'s technology was already so crude that it made one\'s hair stand on end.
The entire chariot was something that could not be moved by any physical rules or common sense.
That was because when Sourstomach was repairing it.
It was completely pieced together and embedded at will.
Basically, where it needed to be fixed, it was riveted, and where it needed to be moved, it was connected with hinges. Most of the structure was completely knocked out by it.
But Sourstomach was very confident!
It jumped into the chariot that it had repaired.
Then, it stuffed a tattered dimension stone into the engine of the chariot.
Boom! Boom!
The chariot actually started to run!
And it was very fast!
More importantly... this thing could actually fire cannons and fire cannons that were the same as the ratman\'s destructive cannons!
All the green skin immediately cheered.
“waaagh！”
To the green skin, this matter was very easy to understand.
The word\ 'I think\' could solve all mysteries.
But...
Sourstomach was playing too crazily!
Therefore, its chariot crashed into a collapsed city wall.
The entire chariot immediately broke into pieces.
Sourstomach crawled out of the broken chariot.
And behind the city wall, a strange green skin head popped out.
It cursed, "Who is it? Can\'t you see that I\'m saving a patient? "
It was not until it realized that it was Sourstomach that its eyes immediately lit up.
Thus, the green skin carried a large pile of all kinds of tools and immediately ran to Sourstomach\'s side.
"Sourstomach boss!" Its eyes lit up. "I heard that you have a rotting intestine?"
Sourstomach looked at this strange guy and nodded for some reason.
And that guy immediately laughed. "I can treat your rotting intestine!"
Sourstomach immediately became vigilant. "How?"
"Hehe!" This guy laughed sinisterly. "Your intestine is rotten. Just change it to another one!"
It raised the tools in its hand.
There were saws, scissors, needles, and a lot of tools that it did not know what they were.
It said very seriously, "Trust me..."
"It won\'t hurt at all!"
… …
Slanupek.
The Slane mages opened their eyes one by one in the fog.
They could feel the intense energy waves coming from Ishir!
The psionic power of the Blood God Khorne had disappeared.
To be precise, it was beaten back to Chaos by something.
The cruelest and bloodiest evil god of the four Chaos Gods had fallen into a deep sleep.
The blood moon hanging high above the Moon City had dimmed.
This was something that the ancient sages had not expected.
As for the Slane mages, they could see the future more clearly.
But...
The future, however, was a sea of chaos!
Their eyes saw a fog born from the deepest starry sky.
Time and space, as well as all the known and unknown laws of physics and psionic power, were invalid in it.
"This is..." an old Slane said, "I\'m afraid that our world has been noticed by someone from another world..."
All the Slane mages lowered their heads. They agreed with this.
Because they were the assistants created by the ancient sages, they were also the last barrier that the ancient sages left in this world to protect.
Therefore, they knew countless secrets that other races did not know.
"The movements of the green skin..." a Slane mage suddenly said, "It\'s been extremely strange recently!"
It waved its hand gently, and images that were sent back from the frontline appeared in the fog of the Moon City.
The green skin tide was attacking the Demon Rat Empire.
They were like locusts, looking down on everything and sweeping through everything.
Moreover, more and more green skin from other areas had already heard about this big WAAAGH!
Thus, they rushed over from all directions to participate!
Compared to the discipline of the green skin called the Gangba tribe, these green skin were simply a disaster for the world.
Their march was to fight all the way!
They would attack whoever blocked their way!
Not only did they fight in the human empire, but they also fought in the territory of the high elves, as well as the territory of the dwarves and vampires.
Many tribes did not want to leave after fighting.
Because, compared to the fight in the distance, the fight in front of them did not seem to be inferior!
However, there was still a steady stream of green skin tribes that charged forward and joined the battlefield.
After they saw the Gangba tribe, they immediately agreed with the words of the warlord Gangba.
They believed that the Gangba tribe was a tribe that was favored by their god!
Thus, they joined in one after another!
As a result, the Demon Rat Empire collapsed!
But...
What caught people\'s attention the most was the recent battle scene!
The green skin army that was like a tide swept through everything.
A rat-man tribe resisted with all their might!
They fired dimensional cannons and threw poisonous gas bombs.
They tried to kill and delay the green skin\'s attacks.
That was indeed a very good idea!
However, this time, things changed!
Thousands of green skin army charged forward.
The rat-men\'s dimensional cannons and poisonous gas bombs hit their formation. A faint light screen appeared above the green skin army.
The dimensional cannons and poisonous gas bombs were deflected!
"Standpoint!" The old mage Slane said a word that many young people were unfamiliar with, "Immediately inform the King of Honor!"
"The green skin... have broken the shackles!"
"The WAAAGH standpoint has appeared!"
What did this mean?
The old mage Slane knew very well that this meant that what was happening to these green skin might be even more terrifying than the fall of the Blood God Khorne!
The Middle Ages was an experimental ground.
It was built by the ancient sages in despair.
And now, an accident had occurred in the experiment!
The green skin that had been deprived and weakened was regaining those sealed things!
What did this mean?
Only a few people knew!
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at the strange-looking new termites in front of him.
"These are still termites?" His eyes widened.
Now, all the termites he saw were covered with thick keratin armor.
Two blue poisonous fangs grew out of their mouths.
Some of them even grew sharp tails, like scorpions!
And on the grassland, there were countless insect corpses.
Ling Ping\ 'an walked over and easily discovered that these were all dead termites.
Many of them were the kind that he had first bred. But gradually, keratin armor appeared on the termites\ 'bodies, and poisonous fangs and barbs grew!
So...
There was no doubt that during the time he was away, the queen had fused the genes of the other insects living on this grassland into her body.
Ling Ping\ 'an floated his smoke-like body.
He slowly floated to the queen\'s current nest.
Countless pieces of rotten matter covered the ground.
Countless sticky things were mixed with soil, leaves, tender grass, sand, and a large number of insect corpses.
One by one, the dimensional stones were delivered to the Ant Queen by the giant worker bees.
The queen ant was now the size of a puppy.
Its chubby body also grew a layer of cuticle armor.
More than ten things that were about the size of a fist flew on top of the queen to protect it.
On the surface of the queen\'s body, two tentacles trembled slightly, as if searching for pheromones.
Ling Ping\ 'an observed it carefully.
At the same time, he called out the game\'s system interface to check the event record.
Thus, he saw a series of mutation records.
At the same time, he also knew that this queen was no longer the queen that he had originally raised on this grassland.
He also knew that in this so-called Blessed Land, the flow of time was much faster than outside.
Especially after he left, an hour in the outside world was a month in here!
Therefore, it was already the fifth generation of the queen.
The fifth generation of the queen, iterative mutation.
Each generation inherited the genes of the previous generation and became more perfect!
In the second generation of the queen, their genes mutated. At first, they could only plunder useful genes from the genes of their own kind, but they developed to be able to plunder useful genes from the entire Frazzia. The third generation mutated again, and they could plunder genes from the winged suborder.
Now, they had already completed the evolution of a collapsed species.
The entire class of insects had been reduced to their gene pool.
What was interesting was...
The game recorded the process of these mutations in detail.
"Not bad... not bad!" Ling Ping\ 'an happily exited the game and then copied the description of all the mutations from the Blessed Land manager.
This was very good material!
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