Zerg in the crystal wall world

The sun rises in the east.

The sunlight shone through the dense spore clouds and onto the statue in the center of the Rogue camp.

The church bells rang as a prelude to the beginning of the day, and the people in the camp knelt down and began to pray.

The priests chanted and drew starlight to maintain and reinforce the multiple layers of forbidden spells covering the camp.

A team of female warriors armed with spears walked out of the camp and began to clear the infected bodies outside the camp with shouts; the mechanical sage took the opportunity to maintain the autonomous turret on the camp wall that had been spewing flames all night.

A group of people appeared at the entrance of the camp.

A wizard wearing a robe, covered in crystals, half floating in the air.

A muscular barbarian, almost naked except for the leather belt used to fasten his weapon.

A shield-bearing paladin in power armor.

An undead wizard wearing a bone-embedded robe and a hideous head on his waist.

And a half-elf hunter riding a unicorn with a longbow on his back.

The equipment varies and the styles are mixed, but they all have one thing in common: they all wear an ornament made up of circles and triangles around their necks.

It radiates a bright glow that prevents pathogenic spores from entering the thick fog surrounding it, and also distorts the light, blocking prying eyes from high above.

This is a mediocre team.

Every day, thousands of such teams set out from the Rogue Camp, going deep into the infected area, clearing out the infected bodies, and destroying large insect tide nodes.

But the difference this time was that behind the team, several skeleton servants were carrying a huge chitinous creature with layers of ridges.

It is made up of multiple layers of overlapping shells, which are uneven. There is a ribbon emitting a faint red light at the back of the shell, just like an exaggerated crown.

There are jagged fractures at the lower end, obviously having been cut off from some creature.

The people in the camp couldn't help but look sideways.

"That is……"

"Is it a snake crown? So big?"

"No, that's the Countess's crown!"

"The Countess doesn't have that many straps. I think it's the Crown of the Queen of Pain!"

"Doesn't the Queen of Pain stay only in her lair? Did they destroy a lair?!"

There was a lot of discussion.

Everyone who saw the crown couldn't help but show awe.

The Queen of Pain has another name among the Zerg: the Queen of Zerg.

Moreover, it is a heroic queen insect that accompanies the hatching place that serves as the main nest in an area.

The appearance of her crown here means that the hatching cores in at least several provinces have been destroyed. At least before the new hatching cores appear, the reproduction rate of the insect tide will drop significantly...

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Camp tavern.

The team just gathered here.

Five glasses clinked together: "Cheers!"

The paladin took off his helmet and smiled as he gestured to the half-elf: "The success of the expedition is all thanks to Miss Mota."

The half-elf smiled and raised his glass, obviously enjoying the scene.

She is, of course, Motta in disguise.

After meeting the master, her life became much easier. On the one hand, the master's eyes were always on her, and he could rescue her in the first place if something happened. On the other hand, after she suffered a loss in the collision with the master, the white elves restrained their pursuit of her.

The necromancer pointed at the Queen's crown and said, "As long as it is split open and tempered a little, it can become a perfect chitin longbow."

"That's right," the wizard also said, "I see the bow in your hand is made of a snake crown, right?"

Mota looked at the bow made of the Hydralisk crown in his hand and nodded:

After fighting the Zerg until now, the means of utilizing the Zerg's bodies have become more and more mature.

The armor and weapons of the adventurers here are mostly made of insect shells, bones, and tendons.

In addition to the bow in his hand, the row of "darts" on Mota's waist are also authentic hydralis spines. The microtubule structure on the spines can automatically absorb venom when soaked in it, and naturally discharge it when it encounters a collision, which is very useful.

The barbarian also said frankly: "Master Kraus's craftsmanship is very good. He can even control the Queen's Crown with ease."

Because of the suppression from foreign enemies, the natives of the Crystal Wall system are also developing rapidly. The soul-tempering forging techniques that were originally only mastered by high-level Blue Bloods and the True God Church have now been widely spread.

Without special mutations, the toxicity and infectivity of the insect body can be easily resolved under soul quenching.

These materials that have been infected by psionic energy for a long time can still have a special impact on the mind even if they are separated from the insect swarm.

After being carefully forged by a master, it can bring effects such as "dizziness", "frenzy", "fear", "charm", etc.

The Life Swarm drops materials with "bloodsucking" effects, and the Unified Swarm drops materials with "distortion" effects.

Thinking of this, Motta actually became interested: "I'm looking forward to it."

A group of people were discussing excitedly.

Suddenly, there was a dull thud of the bottom of a cup hitting the table in the tavern.

The group turned their heads and saw a small giant who was almost two meters tall when sitting. He frowned and stared at them, or to be more precise, at Motta.

"Do you know him?" the wizard whispered.

Motta shook his head: "I don't know him."

The most violent barbarian slammed the table and said, "What are you worried about?"

The little giant still stared at Motta: "It's just a pointy ear..."

"What did you say!"

But the little giant's companion immediately stepped forward to smooth things over: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, he is from the Steel Seal tribe, his mind is not clear."

Hearing this, the whole team sat down. Only the barbarian was indignant: "The Steel Seal tribe came to this bar?"

Motta drank his wine in silence.

Now, both the Empire and the True God Church are actively projecting their power outwards, and are even willing to pass on the "foundation of the nation".

The empire shared the original parameters of the branding seal almost free of charge.

With these data, in this world where personal ability fills the gap in technological generations, even if there is no equipment, many "human stamp machines" can appear.

Although there are only a few stamps including "Humanity First" and "Loyalty", mixed with strong personal opinions, it is after all a simple way to become a saint.

Not to mention the Church of the True God. After the ancient gods appeared in the world, the ceremony of signing a contract with the stars was announced.

The team's paladin is a new believer of the One-Star God named "Aqua", and is probably the only priest.

Even Aqua is also an adventurer in Rogue's camp.

If the Zerg can be dealt with, it is foreseeable that an unprecedented era of prosperity will inevitably come.

Unfortunately, that's not likely.

Compared with the speed of the Zerg's evolution, their development is still too slow.

What's more, they can't develop with peace of mind...

The tavern owner came over personally with drinks and said, "Dear warriors, are you interested in the potion of strength?"

"I've heard of the potion of strength." The necromancer suddenly asked, "Isn't it something only heroes are qualified to get?"

The boss smiled and said, "Aren't you all heroes?"

"Just tell me how much gold you need."

"You should know that any item on the Queen of Pain is priceless on the black market..."

Motta, who was standing by, watched the bargaining process between the two parties with great interest but did not participate in the conversation.

She felt a sense of familiarity with the tavern owner, and with a little thought, she discovered that he had an organ in his brain that could connect to psionic energy.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be a member of the Insect Worship Cult.

Judging from the conversation, the strength potion is probably just a re-skinned essence. The pharmacist in the camp... no, maybe the entire pharmacy guild has been corrupted.

Just when Motta was excited and was planning to seize the command of the Pharmacy Guild's hidden unit here, his expression suddenly changed.

A life force strengthened by the thirteenth-order distortion force connected to her from the hive ecosystem in the most direct way.

"Little guy." Even though it suffered a loss last time, the Ancestral Tree of Life still gives people a peaceful feeling.

While frantically contacting the Overmind, Mota responded with a flattering emotion: "Great, great, great, great Mother Tree, please find me if you have anything to ask."

“He is coming.”

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