Due to the needs of the plot, the previous chapters will be relatively protracted, and there will be a lot of psychological drama. Book lovers who are in a hurry can start reading chapter forty-nine.

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Prologue: Is this a foregone conclusion?

The protagonist looks up at the dim sunlight in the sky, where winter is approaching again.

He turned his head to look at the frontline in the distance, and this time, the Destroyer's invincible legions had launched a fierce attack like a wildfire in late autumn before the snow fell.

Does this mean that the kingdom may be attacked by the Destroyer all year round, and there will be no respite?

The protagonist doesn't dare to think about this terrible question, he just wants to command this battle behind the palace well, preserve the strength of the kingdom's coalition army as much as possible, and cover the people who have moved behind him for as long as possible.

The protagonist stands tall on the watchtower and is able to effectively observe and direct the entire battlefield. There was no grass on the gravel battlefield, and all vegetation had long since been eradicated by the coalition forces.

The watchtower is built on the back of the holy double-pronged rhino beetle and is made of a combination of wooden strips, silk thread and shellac. A copper wire runs from the commander's position at the top of the watchtower, circling around the Saint Double-Pronged Rhinoceros beetle.

After receiving the instructions from the protagonist, the countless Japanese black brown ants in charge of the herald quickly left to pass the orders to the corresponding legions.

In the distance, the infantry front composed of big-headed ants and giant-headed ants was under the rapid attack of the destroyer, facing the enemy whose average size was ten times larger, the soldiers of the big-headed ants and giant-headed ants did not have the slightest fear and flinched, they used a lot of sacrifices to withstand the enemy's wave after wave of attacks, and the corpses of both sides quickly covered a layer of ground.

The hundreds of stag armor of all sizes, large and small, in the stag armor legion commanded by the paving ants, are like fire brigades, constantly appearing in the most critical areas of the battlefield that are about to be breached.

The Paving Ants use the phosphorus bombs they throw, combined with the tank-like impact of the stag armor, to quickly split and destroy the incoming Destroyer.

In the sky, light thief ants control their mounts, flies and bees, and hurl large amounts of phosphorus bombs into the rear of the Destroyer army, trying to block their path.

But this bit of airstrike firepower is a drop in the bucket for countless destroyers.

Dragonflies carry large hunting sickle ants that have good eyesight and can see far away.

The information returned by these aerial scouts was as pessimistic as ever—an endless army of Destroyers, using pontoon bridges made of leaves and branches, had crossed the Boundary River in a steady stream.

The protagonist had previously sent a legion of Water Spider Knights to attack and dismantle the pontoon, which had apparently failed.

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The battle line was broken through from the army of sour ants on the flanks.

The single combat effectiveness of the Sour Ant is not strong, but in order to make up for the huge numerical disadvantage of the Queen's Legion, the protagonist can only bring this new legion that has never fought against the Destroyer, and put it in the second line as a reserve.

After rotating to replace a legion of big-headed ant soldiers who had suffered heavy losses on the flank front, this sour ant legion faced the infamous Destroyer for the first time.

Soon, the desperate Sour Ants discovered that the Sour Mist they were proud of was extremely ineffective against The Destroyer's thick carapace, and failed to make their opponents tremble and lose their ability to fight as usual.

The cowardly Sour Ants began to flee, and even if the Legion Commander ordered all the Sour Ants to quickly spray all the acid mist in front of them, even enveloping the first three rows of companions, the sacrifice of the first three rows of soldiers only slightly delayed the Destroyer's advance.

Seeing that the opportunity is not good, the protagonist dispatches the death squad of the Sang flathead ants in time to temporarily plug the gap with their unique self-detonation tactics.

But this did not stop more and more Destroyers from pouring in through the gap.

The legions fighting the front line were at risk of being outflanked and annihilated in an instant.

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The protagonist's golden carapace is covered in tissue fluid from enemies and allies.

His Holy Twin Horned Rhinoceros Beetle had collapsed and was breathless, covered in wounds torn by the Destroyer, and its thick carapace could not protect its life.

There are less than a hundred guards left around the protagonist. They had just used the last of their strength to repel another attack.

The protagonist has no waves in his heart, he has witnessed this tragic scene many times, and he can be like a rock in the face of many sacrifices.

He can only rejoice in the safe evacuation of the main army and the large number of the kingdom's populace, the seeds of revival that will continue to resist the Destroyer's invasion in the future.

The loyal and brave thieves in the air harness the mounts of flies and bees, and strive to land and take their messenger king away.

However, the diving flying knights lacked a place to land, and were often dragged down by the Destroyer who jumped high because of the low altitude, and disappeared into the dense mouthparts of the Destroyer in an instant.

Maybe I won't be able to escape this time, the protagonist thinks. Is this the end of the doomed end? I still can't escape this fate?

The enemy attacked again.

The last loyal guard next to the protagonist once again raised his fighting spirits and bravely greeted him with a large claw waving his palate.

If you read their tentacles at this moment, they must be shouting the widely circulated slogan:

"Legion of the Divine King, attack!"

The protagonist can't help but recall the day he was born, which is the beginning of all stories.

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The following is the text of Chapter 1.

The protagonist doesn't need to know who his last name is, because now he can't remember his first name himself.

All you need to know is that he's the main character of the book, and that he won't need to use that human name for a long time.

As for why you don't need to use a name, friends who see the title of this book should have some associations.

The protagonist grew up under the red flag and is a staunch materialist, so he once thought that his life would quickly disappear with the rapidly expanding bright red, and he would sleep forever in the darkness of the unconscious, unlike religious believers who can beg for an afterlife or heaven.

But when his consciousness gradually returned, he realized that he was still alive.

Although the eyes could not be opened at all, consciousness was shrouded in darkness.

But through the obstacle in front of you (maybe the eyelids?) He could feel the faint light shining in the depths of his field of vision.

Through his auditory organs, he felt the irregular tremors of the ground on which he was lying, like the tremor of many footsteps walking across the dry mud, or the tumbling of the gravel streaked by the branches of many brooms, or the restlessness of dancing candy on the tip of his tongue.

So the protagonist knows that he is still alive, after all, dead people can't hear sounds, and hell is not so peaceful.

Although the protagonist can't remember why he almost died, the scene where the bright red gushing out at the beginning rolled and roared like a flood and washed over a large area of the ground was so exciting that the protagonist, who had forgotten his name, identity and important experience, clearly understood that with the congestion of the imperial capital where he lived, and caught up with the rush hour, the ambulance was determined to not arrive on time, and he was basically dead.

So where are you lying with your eyes closed now? Is there a hospital with great powers?

I don't know. I can't move at all, I can't open my eyes, I can't see anything, I try to listen, but there is only a monotonous trembling sound around me, I can't move my hands and feet, and I can't even feel whether I have hands or feet.

Thinking that the hands and feet may no longer exist, the protagonist can't help but feel a little gloomy, and even the joy of surviving is much weaker.

Without hands and feet, what should I do for the rest of my life? I am still a single dog for 10,000 years, and the only "opposite sex" will leave in the future.

In the dark, the protagonist loses his sensitivity to time, and for a long time to come, I don't know if it will be a few days or a dozen days, but it is definitely not as short as dozens of hours, and it is not as long as months.

During this time, the protagonist still can't see or touch anything, but the sound in his ears often changes a lot, sometimes there is a screeching noise that seems to rub a knife quickly, and sometimes there is a more rhythmic sound of tapping and impacting.

These sounds are not enough for the protagonist to judge his bearings, however, the protagonist increasingly feels that this is not a hospital.

There were no doctors and nurses who patrolled, no family members who rushed to accompany and wipe their tears after hearing the news, no patients, and even infusion needles.

The protagonist himself wonders how he survived the coma without infusion, and he doesn't feel hungry at all.

Yes, I still have no breath, why can't I feel my breath and heartbeat?

The protagonist only feels like a mess now, constantly reshaping and reorganizing, and this time, he feels right.

The time to open your eyes is in the torment of darkness, and it comes neither fast nor slow.

However, the moment the eyes open, the protagonist feels that he is awake from a dream, or a nightmare.

When I opened my eyes, it was still dark, but there was some faint fluorescence, so that I could barely see very close to my surroundings.

Intuitively want to rub your eyes, and then ...... One, no, a yellowish, translucent, multi-knotted tubular carapace, broke free from the white restraints that were by no means futon, and stretched out.

The carapace has sparse bristles on it, and at the tip is something like a hook that also covers the carapace, and there seems to be liquid flowing under the translucent carapace.

Monster? The protagonist is startled, there are monsters!?

The reflex causes the protagonist to jump to their feet and land on the ground not far away, facing the sky on their backs, and then the protagonist sees the area below his neck.

Instead of the body and limbs, the chest, waist, and abdomen composed of rough and distinct carapaces were distributed with sparse stiff hairs, and the abdomen was as distinct as a ring armor, and the six arthropods were waving in a panic and disorder, and there were two thin transparent wings on the back.

Astound...... Astound...... Fluster...... Hysterical panic is on the verge of it!

What is this, it looks like the body of an insect, with an exoskeleton and six limbs.

But where is my body? My human body, why am I waving my hands and feet in a panic, but it is six arthropods dancing.

At this time, the protagonist notices that there are two tentacles waving in front of him, and two large claws like pincers appear under his mouth.

What the hell have I become...... The protagonist thinks to himself.

If a person finds that he or she is suspected of crossing over, he or she wants to determine the type of destination he or she is crossing.

So the first thing he should do is see if he has any abilities?

If not, see if the people around you have magic skills?

Not yet, so see if the era you live in is the past or the future?

However, the protagonist of this article discovers that he doesn't need any of the above, because he has crossed into an insect......

In the end, practice proved that the psychological quality of the protagonist was still passable.

Maybe it's because I forgot a lot of experiences as a human being, and the contrast of being a worm is not too strong.

Maybe since you have passed through the adult worm, can you also return to human society? Optimism is so self-consoling, at least, it's better to live than to die.

In the end, what helped the protagonist confirm his identity was the hatching of a chrysalis next to him.

That's right, chrysalis, after the protagonist gradually calms down, he finds that there are still many white chrysalis in the faint fluorescent environment around him.

Each chrysalis has the face of a hideous insect, like a freshly dug cicada, but the whole body is white, and the surface has the smoothness of bone china and the moistness of clotted cream.

This beautiful white, intertwined with the hideous insect's alien movie-like face, exudes an extremely strange atmosphere.

Except for the main character, the first pupae hatched, or cracked, about half an hour later, and a yellow, translucent winged ant emerged.

After looking at it from a third-party perspective, the protagonist confirms that it's an ant.

It's so funny, I can't confirm it after watching it for a long time, but it's easy to judge by observing the same kind.

Looking more closely, the chrysalis that the protagonist jumped out of is also paralyzed not far away. The protagonist also wakes up from there.

So, the ants just now are my kind? The protagonist thinks to himself.

God, you're playing with me, and I've crossed over into an ant!!!! Six hands and feet, a pair of winged ants!!!