Zerg in the crystal wall world

bite! bite! bite! jump! Hungry! bite! ...Clamping, grinding, clamping, transporting...extraction, mutation, induction, proliferation, essence! …

In the fourth dimension that has curled into the quantum realm, endless chaotic consciousnesses mix with each other to form a noisy collection.

No, most of them are not even conscious, most of them are just nerve impulses converted into psionic signals.

Being in it feels like being tied up in a mess of threads, with a lot of complicated content alternating back and forth.

But if you look down from a higher "higher" position, you can find that these messy ghost energies are finally gathered into a magnificent whole under the constraints of layers.

At this time, the overall will was inside his body, kneading something. It felt like a centipede giant kneading the fat on his belly into new legs.

This is the master creating high-level command units.

Soon, a thinking body composed of psionic signals emitted by the activities of billions of insect swarm creatures appeared in the Hive Mind.

A lot of knowledge about command and strategy is poured into it.

Then, this thought began to connect with a specific neural activity, forming vision, hearing, and extremely excellent vibration and touch.

Finally, he opened his eyes on a king insect nest.

"Nice to meet you, newborn big ball, how are you?"

The newborn ball was still acquiring knowledge from the Hive Mind. He gained the ability to speak within seconds and spoke his first words since his birth: "I'm glad to see you too, I'm fine, Thanks, How about you?"

The Lord had no intention of talking to him, and simply gave the order: "Trace the fourteenth-level unit."

The newly born Big Ball browsed the Hive Mind for a moment and asked: "The God of Light belongs to the responsibility of Big Ball No. 1. Do I obey his instructions?"

The Lord flatly refused: "No, you are solely responsible for this matter. I will ask Big Ball No. 1 to transfer the relevant units to you."

"Thank you, Lord." The newborn ball immediately showed excitement. The desire to expand the tribe is the lowest desire in the minds of high-level command units.

Not only that, the master also threw out a new surprise: "You are special and do not need to obey the instructions of any unit except me."

In fact, the Overlord intends to give this newly born big ball the highest support: no need to breed troops, just allocate them directly from the corresponding big ball according to whichever one you like; there is no need to consider factions, as long as the news related to the fourteenth-level unit is traced, no matter Whether it's a clamp, Motta or Agatha, just give him a way; even the essence, if needed, will be directly prepared.

In fact, no high-level command unit has ever received this kind of treatment among the relatively young ethnic group known as the Dominators.

Even when Mota was developing his tribe, he honestly bred his own troops.

"I will definitely complete the task." The freshman Big Ball promised. In order to show his excitement, he even actively controlled his muscles to make his voice tremble.

"When you find out any key information or encounter danger, notify me immediately." The master gave a final instruction and simply disconnected from the new ball.

The reason for creating such a transcendent big ball is not that the big ball itself is so special.

Simply because: the fourteenth-level unit itself is highly dangerous. Once it detects the prying eyes of the insect tide and traces back, there will only be one responsible for the big ball, which is convenient for cutting.

Of course, even if troops are directly allocated, it will be difficult to cultivate a powerful high-level command unit in a short period of time. The Lord will need to pay attention for a while longer.

Suddenly I felt that the emperor's heirs seemed to have left the breeding warehouse...

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Half a day ago.

empire.

The emperor's genetic laboratory.

After the emperor was stationed in the laboratory, the regent and the gray-clothed prime minister of the empire came to the laboratory: "Your Majesty, there is important news from the Imperial Army."

The emperor glanced at him. Temporarily leave the petri dish: "Let's go."

After leaving the laboratory door, or to be precise, not far away from the original essence of the insect swarm, the emperor stopped: "It's fine here, he can't see it."

The prime minister in gray immediately reported: "Emperor, the spread of the insect plague is three percentage points faster than expected."

The emperor couldn't help but frown when he heard this: "The calculations of the Hall of Truth have left out as much redundancy as possible. Why did it go wrong?"

"They are the remnants of the goblins," said the prime minister in gray. "The Truth Servants are restarting some of the downtime Abomination Servants, which has caused changes in the Rebel Servants and affected the operation of many important cities in the empire."

Many fortress worlds and industrial worlds in the empire are based on goblin ruins. After Erin restarted the host, many worlds still under the control of the empire went out of control, which in turn affected the entire strategic layout.

The emperor nodded, his expression visibly softening: "The Hall of Truth was not notified of the raid on the Tower of Babel. It is normal that they failed to consider this aspect."

The prime minister in gray sighed again: "Your Majesty, now is not the time to care about the efficiency of the Hall of Truth."

The expansion of the insect tide virus is exponential, and the farther back in time it is, the faster it spreads.

At key points where hatcheries develop in infected worlds and infected areas connect, the rate of spread will double. The farther back the insect tide and plague drags on, the more unstoppable it becomes.

The gray-robed prime minister's report continued: "According to the recent expansion model of the Hall of Truth, even if we send out all the immature blood warriors and try our best to delay it, we may not be able to prevent the turning point before the prototype matures."

As early as when the empire discovered the signs of the great plague, the Hall of Truth drew a warning line through calculations.

That means the pandemic is about to enter an "inflection point" of rapid growth.

By then, tens of thousands of worlds may become insect-infested worlds every minute and every second, turning the entire crystal wall system into a sea of ​​insect tides in a very short period of time.

This is also the reason why the Emperor did not participate in the anti-worm alliance's beheading operation against the Overlord before.

At that time, he had already discovered that even if he killed the Overlord, it would only plunge the insect tide troops into temporary chaos. As long as the great plague can continue to advance steadily, the insect tide disaster will inevitably become more severe.

The emperor even made special predictions.

Unless the insect swarm can be completely wiped out before the first blood moon and before the insect wave can cross the world barrier, the spread of the great plague is inevitable!

Since then, the emperor has been preparing to stop the expansion of the insect tide at a more basic level.

"What are the evil gods doing?" the emperor asked.

"A rally was launched some time ago, but it was destroyed by the Lord of the Insect Tide." The gray-robed prime minister replied, "Now most of the gods are dealing with the Burning Crusade launched by Akjadan."

Compared with the insect tide, the devil is the biological son of Chaos Genzheng Miaohei, and is also a serious problem on the order side.

Although it has not yet completely broken out, the fact that the Great Plague occupies the word "big" shows that it is not something that just any blue-blood noble can stop.

Apart from the Empire and the Pantheon, only the full Blue Blood Alliance has enough manpower.

But unfortunately, the only person with a chance to integrate the Blue Blood Alliance has been sent into the insect's mouth under the emperor's calculations.

The emperor did not show any regret. He said calmly: "Then let the prototypes do the punctuation according to the original plan, and I will light the sun torch."

The expression of the prime minister in gray was silent for a moment, with a sad look on his face.

"Don't show that expression. I am immortal and I will not die." Rarely, the emperor showed a softer expression and comforted him.

"Only you shouldn't think like this." The prime minister in gray said tremblingly.

The emperor's immortality relies on the twisted reconstruction of the fourteenth-order unit. Although the resurrected emperor can inherit all the social relationships of the former, there is no continuity between the two. Each resurrected emperor can be regarded as an independent individual.

The emperor could not deny this. He had long put life and death aside.

The prime minister in gray still made a last-ditch effort: "Your Majesty, two such similar resurrections may alarm that existence."

"He has been alarmed," the emperor shook his head, "I can feel that the fight between the two of them has begun to stop, and their eyes are about to turn to reality. From now on, for at least ten thousand years, humans will no longer need to think about the issue of 'ascension'. "

The prime minister in gray fell silent.

The emperor finally said: "Go and prepare. In twelve hours, I will take the prototype to the throne world..."

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