Zerg in the crystal wall world

Facing the fleeing spider swarm, the Overlord did not rush to let the springtails pursue them.

According to Eral, only epic species have the ability to quickly give birth to monsters.

Just like the infected rock trolls under the master, normal monsters are usually the top predators, with long growth cycle, long gestation period, long estrus cycle, and the number of individuals conceived at one time is rare.

Only the epic race has the ability to transcend the laws of nature after its soul breaks the shackles of blood.

In other words, the spider mother in the spider lair must be an epic species of spider at level 8, 9 or even 10.

This cannot be solved by just a few thousand springtails. The Overlord planned to wait two days to collect more than ten thousand springtails, and then make a tentative attack.

The master took advantage of the situation and ordered a worker bee to come and mutate into a venomophage to serve as a temporary information processing center for the bacteria carpet here.

In this battle in the cave, the insect swarm paid the price of nearly two hundred springtails and more than four hundred arrow gulls, and eliminated a seventh-level secondary spider mother and eighteen fifth-level long-legged giant spiders. Thousands of second- and third-level little spiders harvested tons of "essence".

Whether it is the "shadow walking" of the white-striped spider or the "earth element spider silk" of the giant long-legged spider, they are worthy of in-depth study by the insect swarm.

After giving the order to "guard the carpet" to the commanding king insect, the master planned to return his consciousness to his original body.

And just then.

An alarm suddenly came from the Hive Mind—the carpet of bacteria was damaged!

Didn’t they all run away?

Before the King Insect could integrate the battlefield information, and with the Dragon Dog's vision, the Overlord saw the pile of spider corpses covered with a thin layer of fungi suddenly trembling.

With the help of the dragon dog's senses, the Lord felt obvious fluctuations of psionic energy from the pile of corpses.

Level two...level three...level four...still improving...

Inexplicably, the Lord suddenly had a sense of déjà vu - it seemed to be the same when he first faced the tree spirit (the root vine monster).

Led by dragons and lions, the Lord on the throne looked up at the sky, where a crescent moon was hanging among the stars.

"Ouch -" a voice that didn't sound like a spider at all came from the pile of corpses.

As the fungus carpet was torn apart, a pile of flesh-and-blood monsters made of countless spider limbs stacked together rose from the ground.

At this time, the springtails had not yet come out of the violent state of the battle. When they saw that their own carpet was damaged, they screamed without the king's orders.

The sharp appendages tore apart the carapace of many spiders on the monster in a few strokes, and green blood splashed everywhere.

But this did not cause actual damage to the monster. The white and tender muscles at the wound were seen growing rapidly. The wound closed and stopped bleeding after a while, but the spider's exoskeleton did not recover. Even further, strands of flesh and blood quickly grew out of the carapace in the crazy proliferation.

As springtails bite and the carpet erodes, in a short while, this monster composed of many spider corpses heals itself rapidly, turning into a completely white spider with a little greenish flesh. A huge pile of meat.

The pile of meat was covered with meat strips that could barely be seen as spider legs and claws, and they were constantly launching counterattacks against the springtails around them...

Of course, it has no practical effect. Like the root monster, although the soul strength level is high, it seems to be used for proliferation and self-healing, attacking the weak.

The only way it can kill springtails is to strangle them to death.

Silently watching this chaotic scene, the Lord contacted Eral again: "Is this why you are monitoring the exit of the maze?"

"Yes," Eral nodded, "They are called many-legged monsters, or blood-limbed demons, and they are one of the most common monsters in the Great Maze."

"It doesn't seem to be harmful." The Lord looked at the monster that was getting smaller and smaller under the blanket of bacteria and numerous springtails.

The most incredible thing is that whether it is the bacterial carpet or the springtail's digestive system, the feedback to the monster's flesh and blood is "normal spider meat." Obviously, this is another example of the soul driving the body and ignoring the conservation of energy.

The Lord also understood why the cave system without sunlight injecting energy could support a large number of monsters - the flesh and blood growing on the monsters were all pure high-quality protein.

"They are monsters with twisted souls, corrupted creations that do not belong to nature. Their appearance may completely destroy the natural life cycle and corrupt all living things into a twisted form..."

"Even this kind of monster?" The master nodded thoughtfully. From this point of view, there is actually no essential difference between wood elves and high elves. They both emphasize the initiative to dare to nature, but the standard of wood elves is broader and only targets monster.

The standards of the high elves are even more stringent, targeting all species that transcend the normal ecology, including humans and epic species...

But speaking of this, the Lord suddenly thought of a question. The ground covered with fungus carpet is judged to be an environment with extremely strong vitality due to the strong biological activity of the insect swarm.

So, if an ecosystem no longer uses immovable plants as the starting point for energy injection, but an ecosystem where producers, consumers, and decomposers are all predators, how active will its vitality be? The elves seem to be looking for this kind of active environment...

"Are there any elves who practice in the Great Labyrinth?"

Eral paused for a moment and replied: "Yes, but only cave elves can survive in the big maze for a long time."

Elves rely on the photosynthesis of their hair to absorb nutrients, so they cannot live in a dark environment for a long time.

"Cave elves?" The Lord was stunned, "Tell me about them."

"They originated from a debate among the Tree Mother tribe about four thousand years ago..."

Troglodytes are a branch of wood elves.

As mentioned before, elves are essentially a school of thought disguised as a race.

The emergence of cave elves was also due to "academic" controversy:

Most wood elves believe that all monsters are not part of nature and should be eliminated before they get completely out of control.

A small number of wood elves believe that monsters can also achieve a balance with normal creatures in nature, and the Great Labyrinth is the best example.

Of course, wood elves are not high elves after all. Even if they think monsters are part of nature, they will not disturb the "normal life activities" of other wood elves chasing monsters.

It was just the wood elf saint who had similar thoughts and entered the maze carrying the branches of the tree of life. And somewhere in the maze, the Tree of Life was planted, and the cave elves were born...

After pondering for a while, the Lord suddenly asked: "I remember you once said that it would take at least two thousand years for an elf tribe to be truly established, right?"

"Yes."

The growth cycle of the Tree of Life is very long, and only those who have received complete education and begun to practice the way of nature will start to breed elves. The expansion rate of the elves is actually surprisingly slow.

"In other words, the current cave elves can only breed two or three tribes at most?"

"A tribe is more likely," Eral said proactively.

The environment of the Great Labyrinth is very dangerous. No elf is willing to travel far and establish a new tribe before the absolute safety of his mother tree can be guaranteed.

There is only one tribe, deep in the labyrinth, and its existence is short... what a soft persimmon!

The master's eyes lit up.

I dare not touch those hundreds of elven tribes on the ground. I still have the courage to bully you!

"Give them information..." The master who still wanted Eral to dictate the information shook his head. He had just found the entrance to the maze, and the relevant information was not particularly urgent.

Eral's memory was larger than he expected, and it contained more useful information than imagined, but the efficiency of dictation was still too low.

It is better to go back and hatch a hundred or so king insects, cooperate with the hatchery mastermind, and analyze his brain as soon as possible to save trouble...

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