Due to the needs of the plot, the first chapters will be draggy and there will be a lot of psychological drama. Anxious book lovers can start reading from Chapter 49.
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Prologue: Is this the destined ending?
The protagonist looked up at the dim light in the sky, winter was coming soon.
He turned to look at the frontline positions in the distance. This time, the Destroyer's invincible army actually launched a fierce offensive like wildfire burning the plains in late autumn before it snowed.
Does this mean that the kingdom may be attacked by the Destroyer all year round and there will be no respite from now on?
The protagonist doesn't dare to think about this terrifying problem. He just wants to command this rear-end battle well, preserve as much of the strength of the kingdom's coalition forces as possible, and protect the people behind him who are migrating again for as long as possible.
The protagonist stands high on the watchtower and can effectively observe and command the entire battlefield. There is no grass growing on this gravel battlefield, and all vegetation has long been eradicated by the coalition forces.
The watchtower is built on the back of the sacred two-pronged rhinoceros beetle and is made of wooden strips, silk thread and shellac. A copper wire extended from the commander's position at the top of the watchtower and circled around the Holy Double-pronged Rhinoceros.
After receiving the instructions from the protagonist from this copper circle, countless Japanese black brown ants responsible for passing orders quickly left to pass the orders to the corresponding legions.
In the distance, the infantry front line composed of Big-headed Ants and Giant-headed Ants was being attacked by the Destroyer. Facing an enemy that was ten times larger than the average size, the Big-headed Ants and Giant-headed Ants' soldier ants showed no fear or flinch. They used a large number of sacrifices to withstand wave after wave of enemy attacks, and the corpses of both sides quickly covered the ground.
Hundreds of large and small stag beetles of various types in the stag beetle army commanded by the pavement ants are like fire brigade, constantly appearing in the most critical areas of the battlefield that are about to be breached.
The phosphorus fire bombs thrown by the pavement ants, combined with the tank-like impact of the stag beetles, can often quickly divide and destroy the intruding destroyers.
In the sky, the lightweight thief ants controlled their mounts, flies and bees, and threw a large number of phosphorus fire bombs at the rear of the Destroyer army, hoping to block their advance route.
But this air strike firepower is of little use to the countless Destroyers.
Dragonflies carry huge hunting ants. They have good eyesight and can see very far away.
The intelligence returned by these aerial scouts was as pessimistic as ever - the boundless army of Destroyers, using pontoons made of leaves and branches, continuously crossed the border river.
The protagonist previously sent an army of water spider knights to attack and destroy the pontoon. Obviously, this army has failed.
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The battle line was broken through from the legions of sour stinking ants on the flanks.
The individual combat effectiveness of the Sour Ants is not strong, but in order to make up for the huge numerical disadvantage of the rear legion, the protagonist can only bring this new legion that has never fought against the Destroyer and place it on the second line as a reserve team.
After replacing an army of big-headed ant soldiers on the flank front that suffered heavy losses, this army of sour-smelling ants faced the infamous Destroyer for the first time.
Soon, these desperate sour ants discovered that the acid mist they were proud of was extremely ineffective against the Destroyer's thick carapace, and it failed to make the opponent tremble and lose combat effectiveness as usual.
The cowardly Sour Ants began to flee. Even if the legion commander promptly ordered all the Sour Ants to quickly spray all the acid mist forward, even covering the first three rows of companions, the sacrifices of the first three rows of soldiers were also lost. It only slightly delayed the Destroyer's advance.
Seeing that the opportunity was not good, the protagonist promptly dispatched a death squad of flat-headed ants, using their unique self-destruction tactics to temporarily block the gap.
But this was unable to stop more and more Destroyers from pouring in through this gap.
The legions fighting hard on the front line were in danger of being surrounded and annihilated in an instant.
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The protagonist's golden carapace is covered with tissue fluid from enemies and friendly forces.
His holy two-pronged rhinoceros beetle has fallen down and has lost its breath. Its body is full of wounds torn apart by the Destroyer, and its thick carapace cannot protect its life.
There are less than a hundred guards left around the protagonist. They had just used their last strength to repel another attack.
The protagonist has no trouble in his heart. He has witnessed this tragic scene many times. No matter how many sacrifices he makes, he can still feel rock-solid.
He will only be happy that the main force and a large number of the kingdom's citizens have been safely evacuated, which is the seed of future revival that can continue to resist the invasion of the Destroyer.
Those loyal and brave thief ants in the sky controlled the mounts of flies and bees, trying hard to land and take away their envoy king.
However, the swooping flying knight lacks a place for landing, and is often dragged down by the leaping Destroyer because the height is too low, and instantly disappears into the dense mouthparts of the Destroyer.
Maybe there's no way to escape this time, the protagonist thinks. Is this the final outcome? I still can't escape this fate?
The enemy attacked again.
The last loyal guard around the protagonist once again raised his fighting spirit and bravely faced him with his large claws on his upper jaw.
If their antennae were read at this moment, they must be shouting the widely circulated slogan:
"The Legion of God's Envoy King, attack!"
The protagonist can't help but recall the day when he emerged from the pupa and was born. This is the beginning of all the stories.
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The following is the text of Chapter 1.
The protagonist doesn't need to know who his last name is, because he can't remember his own name now.
Just know that he is the protagonist of this book, and that for a long time he no longer needs to use the name that once belonged to humans.
As for why there is no need to use names, friends who see the title of this book should have some ideas.
The protagonist grew up under a red flag and was a staunch materialist, so he once believed that his life would quickly disappear along with the rapidly expanding bright red, and he would sleep in the darkness of unconsciousness forever, unlike religious believers who could still beg for luxury. An afterlife or paradise.
But when his consciousness gradually returned, he realized that he was still alive.
Although his eyes could not be opened at all, his consciousness was shrouded in darkness.
However, through the obstruction in front of him (perhaps his eyelids?), he could feel the faint light shining in the depths of his field of vision.
Through his auditory organs, he felt the irregular vibrations coming from the ground he was lying on, like the tremors of many footsteps walking across the dry mud, or the rolling of gravel scratched by many broom branches, or the sound of popping candy. The restlessness dancing on the tip of the tongue.
So the protagonist knows that he is still alive. After all, dead people can't hear sounds, and hell won't be so quiet.
Although the protagonist can no longer remember why he almost died, the scene where the bright red gushes out like a flood and roars over a large area of the ground is so exciting that he forgets his name, identity and important experiences. The protagonist clearly understands that with the congestion in the imperial capital where he lives, and also during the rush hour, the ambulance will definitely not arrive on time, and he is basically dead.
So where do you lie now with your eyes closed? Some magical hospital?
have no idea. I can't move at all, I can't open my eyes, so I can't see anything. I try hard to listen, but there is only a monotonous trembling sound around me. I can't move my hands and feet, and I can't even feel whether I have any hands or feet.
Thinking that his hands and feet may no longer exist, the protagonist can't help but feel a little sad, and even the joy of surviving has faded a lot.
Without arms or legs, what should I do for the rest of my life? I am still single for ten thousand years, and my only "opposite sex" will leave me in the future.
In the darkness, the protagonist loses his sensitivity to time. It lasts for a long time, I don't know whether it is a few days or ten days, but it is definitely not as short as dozens of hours, nor as long as months.
During this period of time, the protagonist still cannot see or touch anything, but the sounds in his ears often change a lot. Sometimes there is a harsh noise like rubbing a knife rapidly, and sometimes there is a more rhythmic knocking and banging sound.
These sounds are not enough for the protagonist to determine his location, but the protagonist increasingly feels that this is not a hospital.
There were no doctors and nurses to patrol, no family members who came to accompany and wipe tears after hearing the news, no patients, not even infusions or needles.
The protagonist himself wondered how he could survive the coma without infusion and not feel hungry at all.
Yes, am I still breathing? Why can’t I feel my breathing and heartbeat?
The protagonist just feels like he is a ball of paste, constantly being reshaped and reorganized. This time, his feeling is right.
The time to open my eyes came neither quickly nor slowly amid the torture of darkness.
However, the moment his eyes opened, the protagonist felt that he was waking up in a dream or a nightmare.
When he opened his eyes, it was still dark, but there was some dim fluorescence, allowing him to barely see the very close range around him clearly.
Instinctively, I wanted to rub my eyes, and then... a, no, a light yellow translucent multi-section tubular carapace, broke free from the white restraints in front of me that were definitely not bedding, and stretched out.
There are sparse bristles on the carapace, and the tip is a hook-like thing that also covers the carapace. There seems to be liquid flowing under the translucent carapace.
monster? The protagonist is shocked, there is a monster! ?
The conditioned reflex made the protagonist jump up, land on the ground not far away, and face up to the sky. Then the protagonist saw the part below his neck.
What appears is not the body and limbs, but the chest, waist, and abdomen composed of thick and fine carapace, all covered with sparse bristles. The abdomen is as clear-cut as a ring of armor. The six jointed limbs are waving in a panic and disorderly. There are two thin transparent wings.
Shocked... shocked... panicked... almost hysterical panic!
What is this? This looks like the body of an insect, with an exoskeleton and six limbs.
But where is my body? My human body, why am I waving my hands and feet in panic, but six jointed limbs are dancing.
Only then did the protagonist notice that there were two tentacles waving in front of his eyes, and two large pincer-like pincers appeared under his mouth.
What on earth have I become... the protagonist thinks to himself.
If a person finds that he or she has traveled through time, he or she would like to determine the type of destination he or she has traveled through.
So he should first see if he has any special powers?
If not, check to see if the people around you have any magical skills?
Not yet, so let’s see if the era you live in is the past or the future?
However, the protagonist of this article found that he did not need any of the above because he traveled through time and became an insect...
In the end, practice proved that the psychological quality of the protagonist was still passable.
Perhaps because he has forgotten many of his experiences as a human being, the contrast between becoming a bug is not too strong.
Maybe since I traveled through time and became a bug, can I also return to human society? The optimistic mentality comforts itself like this, at least, life is better than death.
What finally helps the protagonist confirm his identity is the hatching of a chrysalis next to him.
That's right, pupae. After the protagonist gradually calmed down, he discovered that there were many white pupae in the weak fluorescent environment around him.
Each pupa has a ferocious insect face, like the shape of a freshly dug cicada, but its body is pure white, with a surface as smooth as bone china and as moist as gelatin.
This beautiful white color, intertwined with the ferocious insect’s alien movie-like face, gives off an extremely strange and weird atmosphere.
In addition to the protagonist, the first pupa hatched, or rather split open, about half an hour later, and a yellow translucent winged ant emerged.
After observing it from a third-party perspective, the protagonist confirmed that it was an ant.
It's so funny. I couldn't confirm it by myself after watching it for a long time, but it's easy to tell by observing the same kind.
Looking again carefully, the pupa that the protagonist jumped out of was also paralyzed not far away. The protagonist also wakes up from there.
So, the ant just now is my kind? The protagonist thought to himself.
God, you are playing with me, I traveled through time and became an ant! ! ! ! ! An ant with six arms and legs and a pair of wings! ! ! !
