The ant colony reacted quickly, and by this time many soldier ants had already rushed back from the ruins on the upper floor, pouring out from all corners of the square. Fortunately, the square was full of scattered worker ants and unknown strange biological tissues, which would not be able to rush to the two of them for a while.

The muscular daddy took Muhadi with him, and the two of them killed the dense and overlapping worker ants like a meat lizard. I saw that I was getting closer and closer to that passage.

Muhati felt that the chances of encountering the storage room were too small for such a mindless collision, but there was no better way at this time, so he could only follow and slash all the way.

Worker ants are extremely weak in combat and have no weapons, so they can only barely scratch with their forelimbs or bite with their mouthparts. However, sometimes, they will spew out a smelly and fishy formic acid that can also irritate the eyes, so the two dare not take it lightly.

Although Muhadi can accurately predict the actions of each opponent, after all, his body is not yet fully mature, and he has suffered a small loss in strength, and he is not very effective in dealing with these insects in carapace.

The muscular daddy is much more comfortable, he can say that he has infinite strength, and he is agile, and he doesn't have to care about observing how the opponent blocks.

All along, Muhadi followed the same set of elven sword skills learned from Fatoumah, emphasizing footwork, emphasizing weak attacks, and emphasizing defense as well. From the muscular daddy, he saw a very different, but equally effective knife technique. Win with strength, pay attention to breaking defense, and emphasize the flamboyant attack of wide open and closed.

Which is better or worse, the teenager has no way of judging. Even if he had seen a lot of cold weapon fighting skills on Earth, he had never experienced life-and-death combat first-hand after all. And the martial arts that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years on Atas do have unique secrets.

Muhadi was distracted, dealing with the worker ants around him, paying attention to the movement of the soldier ants in the distance, and secretly noting the attack pattern of the muscle daddy. The painful and torturous psionic training allowed him to be able to pay attention to multiple things at the same time.

There were few live workers around, and most of the remaining workers had fled to safety. Only the severed limbs of various ants and the body fluids sprayed along the way illustrate the tragic fight just now.

There are many colors on the muscular daddy's body, but they are all scratches and bruises, and they are not strict. Muhadi keenly avoided all attacks, but his forearm was sprayed with formic acid, his clothes were corroded, and his skin was red and swollen, numb and itchy.

The two of them rushed into the passage with great momentum, but as soon as they saw the scene inside, they immediately secretly said that it was not good.

It seemed to be a large hall, and twelve particularly tall Ant-Men stared menacingly at the intruder, their ornate bronze helmets on their heads and their cold metal weapons in their hands. Curved bladed swords, hooked sickles, spears, duckbill axes and other strange weapons suddenly brushed at the two of them, extremely oppressive.

Standing tall in the middle of the ant guard is a huge, bloated, sickly milky white giant queen. The disgusting abdomen, which was more than twenty feet long, was heavily dragged on the ground, unable to move at all. The disproportionately small thorax and abdomen are attached to the front of the abdomen, supporting an ugly head.

Its compound eyes are particularly large, and its muscleless chitin face seems to exude a mixture of shock, anger, fear, panic, and other emotions. The unconscious shaking of the forelimbs and middle limbs, which have been reduced to ornaments.

Around the queen, there are nearly 100 worker ants, some holding all kinds of food - jerky, insect honey balls, vegetation balls, etc., and some worker ants are busy removing stains and dirt from the huge body. Just a moment after the two of them broke into the lobby, the queen's bloated abdomen spit out a translucent, as colored as rotten milk, and an egg the size of an ostrich egg.

Seeing any movement from the queen ant, the twelve ant guards seemed to have received a unified order and attacked neatly. Muhadi was in danger, gathered his will, and showed a psychic stabbing ability.

Psychic stabbing is an attack on the mind that no armor or carapace can defend against, and although it is not very powerful, it can do wonders when used correctly.

Perhaps because of the shared consciousness of a hive, although Muhadi's psychic stab was aimed at one of the ants, it seemed that all the ant-men cowered.

The queen seemed to be hesitating, but when she saw Muhathir show her psychic abilities, she finally raised her forelimbs as if she had made up her mind.

This was Muhadi's first experience of the power of magic in this otherworldly world known as Attas.

It was as if something invisible had been swept away in the lobby, swirling towards the queen ant, and the air in the hive was still stagnant and dull, but it made the two of them feel like facing a hurricane with an angry roar. Beyond the hearing range of mortals, the wandering elementals cheered, sang, shouted and even roared as they converged in front of the queen ant and obeyed her command.

"Taste a thousand deaths, invader!" the queen cursed in blunt human language. Then the forelimbs pushed forward, and a raging flame erupted.

The flame instantly illuminated the entire hive, casting grotesque and deformed shadows on the four walls of everyone, every ant. As soon as the flame erupted, it turned from orange-red to bright yellow, bright yellow to bright white, and finally bright white sublimated into a dazzling blue, forming a fan-shaped sweep.

Because the ant guards are connected to the queen's heart, they all tacitly avoid it. Seeing that the situation was not good, Muhati and Muscle Daddy immediately dodged to the side.

The flames bombarded the ground where the two of them were standing, instantly vitrifying the sand on the surface. Even where there was no direct hit, the ground cracked inch by inch. A few small stones on the ground melted into red magma under the heat.

The queen moved her two forelimbs slightly, and the fan-shaped flames surged in the direction of their escape.

"Holy!" Muscle Daddy immediately threw out his scimitar, hoping to hurt the other party. When it is a scimitar, it quickly softens and deforms after touching the flame, and finally vaporizes and swings, leaving no trace.

The temperature in the lobby rose dramatically, even worse than the desert environment under the sun on the surface. Muhadi thought he had fully adapted to the hot and dry climate of Attas, but at this moment, he was sweating profusely again.

"Only magic can fight magic. This is a proverb that has been circulating on Atas for a long time. In the face of the reality-bending power of magic, Muhathir truly understood why the cruel and barbaric witch kings could rule for thousands of years, and why the human armies of the Purification War could exterminate countless races against the alien gods.

In just three breaths, the magical flame dimmed and faded away. When the two of them were rolling all the way to avoid the flames, they felt as if it was as long as a lifetime, and when the flames finally receded, they both had the feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

There is no way to survive this!

------------------------------------------------------ p.s. In the canonical set, the queen of the ants is equivalent to a level 17 warlock. But in Attas, when a warlock casts magic, he must follow the same rules as a mage, that is, he must draw life force.

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