"Babbling ......"

On a bare stone mountain, a mountain centipede, as thick as an underground drainage pipe, is passing through the cracks in the rocks. The black carapace was as hard as steel, and the edges rubbed against the rocks, drawing sparks.

Looking around, there are rocks everywhere, sparse grass and trees, and steep rock walls, as if they have been chopped by knives and axes. Despite the steepness of the mountain, the mountain centipede is unaffected. Thousands of knuckles moved like waves, small and sharp, stuck to the mountain wall, steady as flying.

It's winter, and according to the general situation, it hibernates in the cracks of the rocks. But this mountain centipede was a little unlucky, and in the autumn it did not find enough food, and its body did not have enough nutrients to survive the harsh winter, so it came out to find food.

However, at this time, most of the mountain creatures hibernate and food is very scarce. And farther away, it didn't dare to go to the Black Dead Forest, where the creatures were too powerful for it to be someone else's dinner. It weaves its way through the crevices of the rocks, looking for delicious delicacies that might be hidden in it for a good night's sleep. As a carnivorous mutant insect, it has a wide range of diets, and basically except for vegetarian food, it can be torn and swallowed.

"Twitter ......"

Climbing from mountain to mountain and into a valley, it was drawn by a tiny chirping of insects.

Between the cracks in the stones, several milky white figures swayed. If it were human vision, it might be mistaken for snow. But insects and humans have completely different ways of distinguishing, and centipedes have poor eyesight and can only sense light and vague shadows, mainly relying on their sense of smell.

It danced red and black, like the tentacles of a whip. Odor molecules attach to the surface of the tentacles and transmit sweet flavors to the brain through taste cells.

The mountain centipede's long body trembled, and its sweet prey made it excited. Then, slowly, it lowered its body, squirmed its thousands of knots, and silently burrowed into the cracks in the stone.

A group of milky white little guys are lining up, head to tail, as if they are carrying something. It quietly arched itself, then with a "whoosh", it swooped out and bit the bulging belly of one of the little guys.

The milky white slurry immediately splattered out, and the mouthparts covered with fangs were filled with sweetness.

"Squeak!"

Its sudden intrusion caused the group of little white guys to panic and let out a sharp hiss. But even so, their formation was still not chaotic, and they kept order and fled into the cave.

"Cluck-la-la-......"

The mountain centipede chewed hard, its shells jumping, milky juice trickling down its mouthparts. It is not in a hurry, as long as it knows the entrance to the anthill, and there is time to enjoy the deliciousness.

Swallow the chewed termite, and it quickly finds its next target, bites, chews, and swallows in large gulps.

The termite retreat lasted for several minutes, and during this time, a termite died in the belly of the worm every few seconds. When all the termites burrow into the burrow, the mountain centipede immediately joins in and continues its feast. The tender, juicy pieces of meat are undoubtedly the most beautiful delicacy in the world.

Although the termites screamed badly, they never became chaotic and kept moving at a constant speed. When the mountain centipede swallowed the fifty-second termite, the corridor became wider, and there was a strange sound of rustling on the cave wall, and the dust kept slipping, but it was immersed in the joy of eating and did not notice these abnormal movements.

When swallowing the sixty-fifth termite, the termite queue suddenly began to accelerate. Seeing the food fleeing, it angrily chased after it. And at this time, there was a dense crawling sound from behind.

Instinctively, it turns its head and moves backwards in a "U" shape.

"Twitter!"

Suddenly, a sharp hiss echoed through the corridor. Unlike the panicked cries of termites before, this is a neat and orderly war cry.

The next moment, a tidal wave of termites poured into the hole. They don't look like the termites before them, they don't have bulky bellies, and they don't have short legs. Six feet are long, covered in armor, and the claws are thick and large, and they move very quickly.

The mountain centipede is not worried, these weak creatures cannot cause damage to its carapace, so it moves its body in an orderly manner, turns around and crawls out, and from time to time bites a guy who does not have long eyes, chews and swallows.

But it didn't take long for it to go berserk, making a shrill insect chirp.

The soldier ant could not bite its carapace, but turned its head to bite its joints. It didn't feel at first. It is 100 meters long, and there are thousands of knots, and it usually breaks a little, and it can grow back in a few days.

But when that number reaches a certain level, it becomes difficult to move. Soldier ants crawl all over its body, biting at weak points in its joints. The mountain centipede writhed wildly, and the huge force threw the soldiers against the cave wall, crushing them to pieces.

However, more and more soldier ants are emerging, including one with a bulging belly and a white subperitoneum glowing green.

"Zizizi!"

They opened their mouths and spewed out streaks of green formic acid, which landed on the carapace and emitted large puffs of white smoke.

A little acid doesn't do much damage, but when the amount reaches a certain level, the effect is terrifying. The heavy carapace was corroded through, and large swaths of the dorsal armor were lifted open, revealing the white flesh inside.

"Tsk!"

The sharp pain of the flesh being torn reached the worm brain, and the mountain centipede let out a huge cry of sorrow, but it had little strength to struggle. More and more termites crawled on it, until finally, the entire body was submerged.

Three days later, the huge mountain centipede was left with an empty shell, so clean that not even a single shredded flesh could be found.

Subsequently, a crystal nucleus the size of a goose egg was sent to the hindworm.

"Hide it, my brother likes this little colorful stone the most."

The transported termites raise their heads, squeak, and then run to the corner with the crystal nucleus in their hands, digging a hole and burying them.

At the same time, in the ruins of the city, thousands of kilometers away, the newly established town has already been scaled.

Say it's a small town, more like a solid fortress. Although there are also passing merchants and mercenaries, they are few in number and cautious and polite.

There are only two results in making trouble on the territory of the North Bridge Regiment, the best is to be blasted out, and the other is to stay here forever.

The range of movement of outsiders is limited to the perimeter of the fortress, and no one can approach the middle part.

At this time, out of everyone's sight, under heavy defense, in the center, there were neatly arranged mechas.

Support staff in orange overalls run back and forth, carrying toolboxes or oil drums. The hatch of the mech is open, and the pilot inside is checking the equipment.

A woman in a white battle priest's robe and a woman in a red combat uniform with two long knives crossed behind her back patrol the field. Everywhere they passed, the mercenaries would stop what they were doing and salute them.

The woman in the red combat uniform was not short, she looked like she was one meter seven tall, but standing next to the woman in the white combat priest's robe, she looked a little petite and delicate.

"What, you want to go down too?" The woman in the red combat uniform clasped her hands on her chest and looked calm, "Hua Po won't agree, right?" ”

"I need experience fighting on the front lines." The woman in the white battle priest's robe looked at the busy personnel and sighed, "With the title of deputy head of the regiment, you can't be a showman, right?" ”

The woman in the red combat uniform made a straight face, "Do you want me to hide it from the flower woman?" ”

The woman in the white battle priest's robe didn't answer directly, but talked about other things, "I'm the deputy head in charge of supplies, and I'm going to inspect the goods personally for this batch of Valkyries and Burning Sky Sparrows who have just arrived." ”

The woman in the red combat uniform frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed, and said, "Okay...... and then emphasized, "But you must follow me, and you can't act on your own." ”

"Thank you." The woman in the white battle priest's robe said with a smile on her face.