The Milky Way Sagittarius spiral arm on the ancient home planet of Gikara.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, after 500 years of hard work by 10,000 scientists and 2 million engineers, the epoch-making creation of the empire - Jikara No. 1 Stargate is about to be born." Voices came out of the speakers.

"It's not going to mess up again this time. The last failure came at the cost of biting off the heads of 1,000 scientists, and this time it would be a tenfold increase in numbers. The Empress did not expect a surprise, but spoke coldly.

"You can't go wrong this time. The Chief Scientist declared that he was willing to vouch for the results of this experiment with the lives of its 33 generations of ancestors. ”

"Should?"

"Yes, yes. The materials used to make Stargate are so rare that it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. We searched the entire Sagittarius spiral arm where this silica metal might exist, and we collected the equivalent that was just enough to produce the gravitational well, and the failure in the past may have been that the former chief scientists were too anxious, or that they were ......"

"Or what?" The rulers of the empire were impatient with the procrastination of computers.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty is too anxious."

"Huh? What did you say? The ruler shook his short, almost degraded wings, and his tentacles shook with excitement.

"It's understandable, even though His Majesty's life is the longest of any race, but it's only 100 years. Each of you wants to fulfill the ambition of the people of your race to spread the galaxy in your lifetime. "Try to be as fair and gentle as possible, otherwise it may really be sent to the scrapyard after the power is cut off.

"It is the last wish of the Ancient Mother Empress to let our race occupy all the living spaces, and it is also the eternal mission of our Jikara Zerg, because only we are the best in the universe, and all other lives will be eliminated or serve us."

"We are the best, and we will walk through the universe with the sun and the moon!" The computer spoke this old proverb at the right time.

The computer is not part of the race and cannot use the word 'we', but the Empress is not angry, because the computer is saying exactly what it is thinking at the moment.

"Okay, let's turn the live broadcast of the Stargate test, I'm a little in a hurry." The Empress sat down in front of the display.

Milky Way Orion spiral arm, solar system Earth, March 30, 2035 AD, clear.

Click, dirt flies, the ground shakes, the whole city shakes, and the city-state is under great attack.

The balcony on the top floor of the building was completely torn apart by the sweep of the giant claws, and the nursery on the top five floors was exposed in front of the monster's long mouth.

The mouth is small in front and large in the back, like the tip of a funnel, and a soft tongue stretches out from this huge tube made of fat fibers, retracting and licking the food in front of you freely. The tongue is slender and flexible, full of fishy mucus, and once a child gets it, it can only be reduced to a meal for a giant beast.

Most of the children are still in the eggs, and a few are just poking their heads out to see the light of day, and they usually rely entirely on the care of the nursery staff to continue their lives. But now, the most important asset of these nursesmen is being devoured by monsters.

"Let's take action to protect the people of the future." The scream of Fairmont (a chemical gas that carries messages) was first emitted from the gland by an elderly nurseryman, and immediately filled the tunnel on the ground floor. The young nurserymen shook their antennae, immediately calmed down, and began to carry the eggs in an orderly manner.

The destruction continues, and the shaking intensifies. The behemoth ate the five floors of the ground, its long mouth went all the way down, and death began to seep into the ground.

The tunnel was crowded, and soldiers hurried from underground, colliding with the nursery workers on several occasions.

"People in different positions go their separate ways." The old nursery man sent out a new fairmont, so the soldiers went to the left, the porters to the right, and the traffic was back in order.

Dirt kept falling overhead or from the sides, and some blocked the tunnel. Several soldier ants immediately left the group and rushed over to help with their jaws open. The scimitar-like jaws were a sharp digging weapon, and the road was quickly opened. The nursery man waved his tentacles to show his gratitude, everything was taken for granted, everything was for the whole city-state.

The first group of infantry had already arrived at the accident point, and they raised their jaws and made a fighting sound: "Charge! ”

A long stream of black paint rushed towards the invaders, but the sticky strip of flesh only curled slightly, and the warriors disappeared into its mouth. Then the anteater swung its claws and swayed back and forth in the nest, and it was so hungry that hundreds of soldiers were not even qualified to stuff their teeth.

At the same time, on the 30th basement floor, the base camp of the soldiers and ants, the commander is discussing countermeasures, if the invaders are not driven away or eliminated as soon as possible, the foundation of the city-state for decades will be destroyed. What kind of battles have they not experienced in decades? What kind of opponent has not been encountered? A lizard with a broken tail, a woodpecker that can poop bombs, a cobra that shoots poisonous juice, a greedy hamster, a to......ad with smelly and thick skin, all the opponents have been conquered by them, is it going to be ruined at the hands of a stupid guy with a long mouth this time?

Without the pre-war agitation of the leader, the soldiers were already eager to try. The infantry sharpened their jaws, the artillerymen's abdomen was filled with 40% of the high concentration of acid, and the diggers rubbed their thick forelimbs......

"Attack, attack, kill the invader, kill the marauder, destroy it, rush!" The empty halls of the troops were filled with scrappy and angry Fairmont, and the warriors lined up to sprint from the city's secret passages to the upper floors.

This is a secret tunnel away from the main passage, and the exit is located 30 steps away from the nest (the length unit of the ant realm, one step is equal to 10 mm), where there is a high protrusion, between the two stone cracks, covered by a small patch of dark green moss, and the exit of the secret passage is hidden under the moss leaves.

The ant commandos were divided into three groups, the first echelon was the infantry, numbering 1000 individuals, and had now reached the slopes woven with moss.

The beast's attack intensified, its sharp claws slicing back and forth at the nest, like a powerful excavator, bent on hollowing out the entire city, which contained its dinner.

The first soldier ant poked its head out, an experienced veteran who had lived for two years (the lifespan of a soldier ant is usually three years), and he stood on the moss blades and waved his tentacles to look out for the pre-war situation.

The city-state's roof had been completely peeled away, and among the dead branches and gravel were gray-white ant eggs, some of which had cracked, and the pale green sap spilled over the eggshells, forming a bloody smell.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the soldier ants in the lead seemed to smell the fairmont that their compatriots shed before they died, which was an oleic acid secreted from the corpse.

Suddenly, the earth trembled, as if the whole world was spasmed under the blow. It turned out that the long mouth of the beast had touched the rock, which was the shield of the city and the last barrier, and now the entire people of the city-state gathered behind the rock and shivered, including the queen ant in the palace 50 floors underground. Everyone hoped that the commando team would be able to destroy the enemy as quickly as before and return triumphantly.

The veteran ant was so shocked by the impact that it almost slipped off the moss leaves, and instinctively tightened its claws, piercing the tips of its claws deep into the plant's thick mesophyll, raising its front feet to barely compensate for the inertia of leaning back. It waved its tentacles at its comrades, and 1,000 ants poured out like a tide, and the time had come to fight to the death.

The veteran ants unleash strategic fairmonts, and the little ones wave their tentacles in response, an affirmation of the advice of the experienced, and the soldiers begin to build weapons.

They line up in a circle, and then the three legs on the left of an ant and the three legs on the right of an adjacent companion are hooked together to form a long chain. The chain is not only built on a horizontal plane, but also on a high level, and is stacked outwards layer by layer, finally forming a perfect sphere.

A black ball of thousands of lives, the size of a ping-pong ball, broke off as the mountain shook, and 1,000 soldiers began to roll downward, and faster and faster.

The hill slope is steep and then steep, until it reaches the center of the ant house, where a long mouth is working tirelessly. The noise of the black ball rolling against the ground and blades of grass attracted the anteater's attention, and it blinked its left eye, as if not believing its eyes, and a small ball covered with food was rolling towards it, which was exactly the kind of digging through the rocks without any effort. The beast opened its mouth, and the black ball rolled into its dark, fishy, cone-shaped tube.

Under normal circumstances, ants that enter the anteater's mouth are certain to die, because the mouth immediately secretes a liquid called saliva with strong digestive enzymes, in which the ants do not survive for more than two minutes before being dissolved. But now the situation is a bit peculiar.

This is an ant ball composed of 1,000 ants, and the ants on the outer layer are holding the belief that they will die to fight for a chance to turn the tide for their comrades. The ball slid down into the abyss with the swallowing action of the esophageal muscles, and most of the ants died in the process, because the esophagus was full of that deadly saliva, but the few ants in the middle of the ball survived due to the resistance of the corpses of their comrades.

This time the ants were lucky, and by the time the orbs reached their stomachs, thirteen of them survived. In the process of breaking through the spherical shell, 2 more were sacrificed, and 4 were sacrificed in the process of digging the throat wall, and in the end, only 7 warriors were left to enter the flesh and blood of the behemoth.

The giant beast was at a loss for what was going on inside its body, and the ant's tiny body only made it sneeze, and it was still praising the bargain it had just picked up.

The stormy attack continued, and seeing that the last line of defense was about to be breached, at this time, the second echelon of the ant commandos came up, they were 500 artillerymen.