The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

While the players in the live broadcast room were arguing fiercely, the Silky King Bug was still telling the story slowly.

"The insects in the northern war zone suddenly started calling themselves kings and claiming to have found technology that could increase the awakening of their larvae. Some of them even started using biotechnology."

"But we, the old generation of big bugs, have no way to use it."

"I once secretly disguised myself as a larva and infiltrated them for a while, only to discover that they had actually begun extracting their own blood to feed those unintelligent insects."

"I also learned a lot. During that period, the entire ancestral land was extremely prosperous."

"Whether it was the increase in the number of Overlords born or the thing they developed called the Insect Nest, the Overlords' ranks grew significantly. The Beastmen were no longer a match for the Overlords, but the situation soon changed. There were simply too many Insects.

Moreover, the new generation of Overlords are metamorphosing at a much faster rate. There are too many of them and not enough supplies. Our ancient planet is almost overwhelmed by them."

"Too many small insects were born, relying on the flesh and blood fed by the first batch of king insects to form insect nests, but there was no place for them to take root, and there were not enough resources for them to reproduce."

"It was at that time that I gathered a large number of dissatisfied Overlords to attack the humanoid Overlords."

"The situation was terrible. They couldn't even bring themselves to kill those little bugs. Haha, it was really funny. But it was during that battle that I discovered I wasn't a wasp."

As the Silk-Light King Insect spoke, the light of her compound eyes suddenly activated, and she remembered everything.

At first, she thought she was a pure queen wasp!

But unexpectedly, when he was guiding the new generation of king insects to fight those humanoid king insects, he actually underwent his first metamorphosis.

It was this transformation that made her realize that she was actually a fly.

It's not a wasp king insect at all!

Before she metamorphosed, those wasps kept asking her to lay eggs immediately after her metamorphosis!

When they discovered she was actually a fly, the wasps tried to kill her.

So, she let the yellow maggots she laid parasitize the bodies of the wasps.

Thinking of this, the Silkworm King looked proudly at the wasps standing outside the hive.

The mystic's heart sank when he heard this.

"Brothers, something seems a little off. Haven't you contacted the oil-stealing boss yet?"

"It's not just the Oil Thief. There's no news about Wu Shixing and the others either."

"I've checked everything. All the players who went to the Zerg ancestral land have no signal."

At this time, Xiaxue La was also frantically sending messages to Wei Yuan, but no one replied.

There is no news of the wind blowing the butt, the eight degrees of coldness, the cat's meow, the stars...

It was snowing as well, and a bizarre thought came into her mind.

Those players who went to the Zerg ancestral land, they wouldn't really have lived there for that long, right?

According to the story told by the Silkworm King, the players have lived in it for at least a hundred years.

Hundreds of years!

The new generation of king insects have all transformed.

Why haven't they come back yet?

The mystic suppressed the panic in his heart and comforted himself, thinking that the group of players might have encountered some bug and went to do the dungeon, which would be really fun for them.

But the worry still surged up uncontrollably:

"Those humanoid Overlords were just killed by the new generation of Overlords?"

The Silkworm King shook his head: "A lot of them died, but there are still a few old guys alive."

"But later we were expelled from the Zerg's ancestral land. The Zerg's genes were even rewritten. Those guys were indeed very powerful. Then, the new generation of Overlords were completely different from us. They could forge hives and specifically breed Zerg warriors."

"Little guy, you seem quite interested in the history of our Overlord Insect. If it weren't for your hypnosis, I wouldn't have remembered so many things. Tell me, how do you want me to thank you?"

"How about I let you choose a way to die. Will you be killed directly by me, or will you be parasitized?"

As the Silkworm King said this, countless golden maggots began to swarm towards the mystic.

The mystic stood up and brushed off his clothes.

He looked at the giant fly in front of him, his disgust evident in his eyes:

"The elders taught you knowledge, and this is how you repay them, right? From what I know about the Crow Priests' child fans, they take good care of all the young ones. So, how much care did you receive back then?"

The Silkworm King didn't understand what he said.

But the mystic continued, "You actually caused those Overlords to rebel and kill the players, didn't you?"

He shared the coordinates in the group chat.

"Then when you were spying on us players through those disgusting maggots, didn't you see the Crow Priests and their insectoid forms?"

"Is it really true that you can't remember anything at all?"

Countless surging maggots drowned the mystic.

At the same time, a huge amount of blue transmission light appeared here.

The Silk-light King Bug suddenly remembered the two little King Bugs that it saw in Ban Tian's eyes.

The face of the Crow Priest was the same as that of the big beast that had spared his life on the top of the mountain.

At the same time, it also overlapped with the face of the Crow Priest who was attacked and killed by the young king insects that he had raised with his own hands.

The big moth at that time was wearing a hood and often took out candy from his pocket and gave it to her.

"Bee larvae love sweets, right? Here, little one, eat more and eat your fill. I wish you a successful pupation!"

The feeling of the Crow Priest's warm hand patting her head appeared in a trance.

The day she was expelled, she saw the entire Zerg ancestral land covered in blood.

Huge moth wings spread across the ground, with a piece of broken limbs on top.

Bantian crawled on the ground, calling out the name of his little bug loudly.

His two little bugs were completely dismembered. Is there still a glimmer of hope for the ninety-nine-year-old to escape? Blood gurgled from the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand with a broken arm and placed it on Bantian's head.

"No... don't worry, Madara, as long as you're okay, don't worry about us..."

A painful feeling that makes the muscles twitch.

I've been in this world for too long, so long that the zero pain setting in the game has disappeared.

When they began to study how to create the hive, the players were sure that they could never go back.

So now, they really won't be resurrected. If they die this time, they are really dead.

Tears fell from the corners of the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive's eyes.

very nice.

At least this time, Ban Tian was saved.

The Crow Priest was lying on the ground, already dead.

This guy always says that he hates children the most.

In fact, he couldn't even kill the ungrateful person he had raised with his own hands.

The pupils of the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive began to dilate.

Countless dead players closed their eyes.

sky.

At this moment, a crack was torn open.

Human blood dripped onto the ground.

"The time... is right."

Wei Yuan lowered his head, a smile on his bloodied face: "My people, it's time to go home."

(end!)