Bug Master In Doomsday

To be honest, before entering this secret realm, Wang Mang had never thought of meeting this group of Zergs who had avoided the world for thousands of years in the Worm Valley in such a way.

In the outside world, at least in the world where Wang Mang is, there is no holy race at all. Insects are just a kind of creature that everyone yells and feels disgusting.

Perhaps in the Cambrian period hundreds of millions of years ago, the century when the species exploded, the saints and these Zergs with IQs no less than humans really existed.

After surrendering, under their respectful attitude, Wang Mang was invited into a cave in the core of Worm Valley, where the patriarch lived alone and the only forbidden area in this Worm Valley.

"Holy! And...Humans, come in too." The main body is like a calf-sized patriarch, lying on an ice stone braving the cold in a strange posture.

Wang Mang looked around, and walked into the cave. The huge ice stone exudes coldness, blocking the only passage between the cave and the mountain. The ice stone is a faint blue color, and the whole body is smooth as jade. There is only a piece of about half a meter. The high place protruded, and the patriarch quietly lay on it.

As if seeing the doubts in Wang Mang's heart, the patriarch with a majestic national character smiled and explained: "There is a black water pool in the depths of this cave. At the bottom of the pool, there is a holy artifact left by the holy people in the past. , We don’t know exactly what that holy object is."

"Of course, we, who have lived in this Worm Valley for thousands of years, have tried dozens of times to approach the black water pool, but...every time we ended in failure.

There are countless shadowy bugs on the mountain wall by the lake. They are irrational, unable to communicate, and even their bodies are between the virtual and the real. "

"We have tried many times, but never even dived into the bottom of the black water!

That sacred object does not belong to our black clan. Since our ancestors laid down the rules three hundred years ago, our clan has never explored the cave again, and this only passage is guarded by the patriarch of each generation! "

Standing in front of Patriarch Hei Du, Wang Mang calmly listened to him telling everything about the cave and the holy objects. They are all smart people. Why did Wang Mang come here? Why did he bring Wang Mang here, alone. A bug is tacit.

After the patriarch explained in detail what he knew, he raised his head and looked directly at Wang Mang with a pair of sharp eyes. He spoke clearly and said solemnly and slowly:

"Humans, you have to think clearly...this is not a situation of nine deaths. Judging from previous examples, no creatures can enter or come out alive."

"Since I have come, there is no reason to give up easily. To tell the truth, I have died a long time ago. I cherish life more than anyone else. I am willing to go in. It is also the result of my careful consideration."

Wang Mang smiled slightly, the words were light, but they were heavy.

Seeing Wang Mang's firm attitude, the black patriarch saw Wang Mang's resolute attitude. He just groaned for a while and climbed down from the ice stone, "You are the host of the holy, and the holy will bless you. Good luck, warrior."

"Thank you!" Wang Mang thanked him with a smile. The huge ice rock that held the cave stuck tightly together, with the thought of the patriarch, moved with a thud. It moved a little towards the wall, leaving only one and a half meters wide. Wang Mang approached the gap and walked in sideways.

There was no hesitation or even turning back, only a figure from the back that gradually disappeared into the darkness.