"It's hard to say." Kanter considered. "I don't know much about Soft Worms. But I think you can try using the Dream Weaver ant."
Kanter meant to use the Dream Weaver ant to force the broodmother to give birth to new Soft Worms.
For example, he could control the rate at which the Dream Weaver ant ate Soft Worms.
"Right now, the Dream Weaver ant is constantly hunting down Soft Worms, which puts a lot of pressure on the broodmother. Under such high pressure, the only thing the Queen Worm can do is to protect its own life. Therefore, the eggs it hatches are all ordinary soft worms that are used as bait. "
"If the Dream Weaver ant slows down the rate at which it eats Soft Worms, the broodmother will feel less pressure. Perhaps the broodmother will have more time to think about how to deal with the Dream Weaver ant.
"At that time, once the solution to the Dream Weaver Ant is determined, the queen insect may begin to work in that direction and produce corresponding changes in its body. In the end, it may be able to give birth to other soft insects."
Soft worms were a kind of insect that lived in groups. Just like ants, they had their own species and division of labor.
The broodmother was like the moon surrounded by stars. Below it were the Soft Worms, and at the bottom were the Soft Worms.
The Soft Worms were also divided into different categories. Shapeshifting Soft Worms were one of the Soft Worms.
Angor also considered Kanter's plan, which seemed to be feasible. Any race, when faced with a powerful enemy of life and death, could actually experience a spurt in their self-development.
With this in mind, Angor decided to make a plan for the Dream Weaver ant's invasion. Every few days, he would send the Dream Weaver ant to a Soft Worm's nest for a while.
As long as the broodmother didn't die, there might be a chance for the broodmother to give birth to Soft Worms.
"Even if we can't give birth to Shapeshifting Soft Worms, we'll still gain a lot from the broodmother." Kanter shook his head. This was Angor's destiny.
Angor didn't really care about the benefits.
If he really cared about these benefits, the Dream Weaver Ants wouldn't have wantonly eaten the Soft Worms and forced the Insect Queen to hatch.
Without further ado, Angor began to plan the Dream Weaver ant's "invasion".
While Angor worked on his plan, Kanter took out the Monument Loop to entertain himself.
It took him half a day to come up with a plan to "automate" the Dream Weaver Ant. Judging from the time, it was midnight.
However, in the Abyss, there was not much difference between night and day. Outside, there was still a vast expanse of white snow and a dark sky.
Kanter also read Angor's design after coming out of the Monument Loop. Kanter was also amazed by Angor's design, which involved automated mechanical alchemy.
"By the way, I have a favor to ask of you," Kanter said.
Angor looked at him.
"If there are really many Soft Morphing Worms hatched, I'd like to reserve one for Keely." Kanter himself could shapeshift, but it would take a long time for Keely to learn it without the help of a shapeshifting worm.
"No problem." Angor agreed without hesitation. He was going to say that he could give one to Keely if there were many Soft Morphing Worms. After all, the egg was given to him by Kanter.
But considering how Kanter kept talking about him and Keely together, he decided not to use such a method to prevent Kanter from joking again. If there were more than one soft-hearted worms, he would just send them to their deaths.
Kanter said goodbye to Angor and left.
He was playing Monument Loop, and there were several checkpoints in it. He wanted to ask Angor for help, but seeing how Angor was so engrossed in his research, he decided not to ask.
Anyway, Bobota was another option.
It just so happened that he had spotted Bobota on a nearby tower with his Wizard's Eye.
With that in mind, Kanter couldn't wait to leave.
After Kanter left, Angor also immersed himself in his design.
…
A group of wizards was standing on top of a cliff in the depths of Prominent Forest.
Below the cliff was a boundless forest. However, at the center of the forest, there was an obvious intersection between light and dark, which was where the space between different levels intersected.
From there, one could travel to the fourth level of the Abyss.
Most of these adepts had been brought out from the inner layer by Samantha. Now, they were all silently watching the intersection between the layers.
They didn't try to hide their escape route in Blackwater Valley. The two demons should be able to find them easily.
If nothing unexpected happened, the two Great Lords of the Abyss would probably catch up after a while.
At the intersection of light and dark, there were two people standing on opposite sides. Samantha was flying in the air. Her lips looked like broken glass. Thousands of ice shards were shining behind her.
Unlike Samantha, Sunders didn't do anything. He leaned against a dead tree and lowered his head, thinking about something.
Originally, Sunders was supposed to clean up the mess. However, Samantha managed to shake off the demon and escaped from the inner area. After making arrangements for the other wizards, Samantha joined Sunders and helped him clean up the mess.
Samantha stared at Sunders quietly with a complicated expression.
However, Sunders didn't notice Samantha's gaze. He was thinking about something else.
He was thinking about the dream wasteland.
Sunders didn't care about the possibility of facing the two demons. Compared to the demons and Monkey's hunting plan, the dream wasteland was more important.
He was thinking about how to deal with the Cleaners in the dream world.
According to their speculations, the Dream Whelk could be activated by nightmare illusions in different worlds to create a new world fragment similar to the "dream wasteland".
Just like the "dream wasteland" in the Abyss Plane.
However, when this kind of fragmented world sprouted, if nothing unexpected happened, it would face a round of purging. According to Angor, these Cleaners were as large as continent-class creatures, and they were extremely powerful.
It was because of the existence of these Purgers that the Dream Wasteland was torn apart when it was first born.
If they could deal with the Cleaners, did it mean that the dream wasteland would gradually give birth to its subsidiary worlds?
If these subsidiary worlds were to gradually merge together, what would happen? Even if they were separated into two different worlds, they could still communicate with each other through the dream wasteland? Could all kinds of information be transmitted in real time? Would planar expeditions become a common practice?
Either way, Sunders was sure that this was going to be a great future for the wizarding world.
However, the Cleaners had to be dealt with first.
How to deal with the Cleaners? Sunders had been thinking about this ever since he left the Overwatch Base.
The Cleaners were not to be underestimated, but there was still a way to deal with them.
"If we can bring our strength into the dream wasteland, we can use a large number of wizards to defend the wasteland and use special spells to banish the Cleaners," Sunders said.
However, how to bring such strength into the dream wasteland was another problem.
Sunders rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.
"Why do you look so troubled? Is it because of those two demons? "A cold yet charming voice reached his ears.
Sunders looked back at Samantha. His eyes were filled with an unnoticeable sense of distance.
"What's bothering me is, when will the Abyss War end?" Sunders asked in a cold tone.
Samantha gave her professor a thoughtful look. "I think … it's not far away."
Just as they were talking, a crack suddenly appeared at the intersection of the layers in front of them.
"It's coming!" Samantha had been ready to attack at any time, so she reacted almost immediately when she saw the crack.
However, just as Samantha was about to attack the crack, a powerful aura spread out from within.
At the same time, a gray undercurrent began to flow out from the crack.
Sunders was puzzled at first, but he quickly realized what was going on. "Wait, that's not a big demon. Get out of here!"
Samantha reacted quickly and followed Sunders' footsteps, moving several kilometers away in the blink of an eye.
"What's going on?" Samantha asked. She also sensed that the aura behind the crack did not belong to a demon.
Sunders did not say anything. He only looked at the crack with a nervous expression.
Samantha followed his gaze and saw that as the gray undercurrent slowly spread out, all the plants in the area turned from green to gray.
Even the ground was dried up.
"Is it absorbing life force?" Samantha asked.
"No," Sunders replied.
Samantha did not understand until she saw a pair of hands reaching out from the crack and slowly opening it up as if someone was trying to open a door.
At the same time, a hunched figure that looked like a troll wearing a tattered gray robe crawled out from the crack.
The gray undercurrent flowed out from the robe.
"That's …" Samantha's eyes widened. "The Pilgrim of Misfortune!"
Speaking of which, the Pilgrim of Misfortune was not as strong as a demon. However, it was something no one in the Abyss would want to provoke, because wherever it went, bad luck would always be left behind.
Anyone who came into close contact with it would also be plagued by bad luck.
This kind of bad luck was like a parasite that would crawl into the river of fate. Apart from Adepts Calamity, anyone who tried to attack it would suffer.
Adepts Calamity, on the other hand, belonged to the Western Continent's wizardry system.
Attacking the Pilgrim of Misfortune would not only bring no benefits but also trouble.
However, there was one good thing about the Pilgrim of Misfortune. If you did not provoke it, it would ignore you.
"Let's pray that the Pilgrim of Misfortune doesn't go to the Overwatch Base. Otherwise …"
The Overwatch Base would be destroyed for sure.
The Pilgrim of Misfortune glanced around after coming out. No one dared to look into its eyes because they would be in trouble if they were noticed.
Perhaps the prayer worked. The Pilgrim of Misfortune did not go to the Overwatch Base. Instead, it headed to the north of the Wailing Plain.
"It's going to the Silent Coast?" Samantha asked.
"No matter where it's going, at least we got some useful information. The demon won't come here. That demon's descendant won't use this passage either."
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