“Russing…”
On a bare stone mountain, a mountain centipede as thick as an underground drainage pipe was walking through the cracks in the rocks. The black carapace was as hard as steel, and the edges rubbed against the rocks, creating sparks.
Looking around, there are rugged rocks, sparse vegetation, and steep rock walls, as if they had been chopped with a knife or axe. Although the mountain is steep, the mountain centipede is not affected at all. Thousands of jointed legs move like waves, small and sharp, stuck on the mountain wall, as steady as flying.
It's winter now. Normally, it would hide in the crevices of rocks and hibernate. But this mountain centipede was a bit unlucky. It didn't find enough food in the autumn, and the nutrients stored in its body were not enough to survive the harsh winter, so it went out to look for food.
However, at this time, most mountain creatures are hibernating and food is very scarce. And it didn't dare to go to the Black Death Forest further away. The creatures there were too powerful, and it didn't want to become someone else's dinner. It walks through the cracks in the rocks, looking for delicacies that may be hidden inside to sleep soundly. As a carnivorous mutant insect, its diet is very wide. Basically, except for vegetarian food, it can tear it into pieces and swallow it.
"Chiji..."
Climbing from one mountain to another, and then climbing into a valley, it was attracted by a small sound of insects.
Between the cracks in the rocks, several milky-white figures swayed. If it were human vision, it might be mistaken for snow. But the way insects and humans distinguish is completely different. Centipedes have very poor eyesight and can only sense light and blurry shadows, relying mainly on their sense of smell.
It danced red and black like the tentacles of a whip. Odor molecules attach to the surface of the tentacles and transmit sweet taste to the insect brain through taste cells.
The mountain centipede's thick body trembled, excited by the sweet prey. Then, it slowly lowered its body, wriggled its thousands of jointed legs, and quietly slipped into the cracks in the stone.
A group of milky-white little guys are lining up, connected head to tail, as if they are carrying something. It quietly arched its body, then jumped out with a "whoosh" sound, and bit into the swollen belly of one of the little guys.
The milky white liquid immediately splashed out, and the mouthparts filled with fangs were filled with a sweet taste.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
Its sudden intrusion caused the group of white little guys to panic, and they all let out sharp screams. But even so, their formation was still not disordered, and they fled into the cave in order.
"Click, click, click..."
The mountain centipede chewed hard, the shell flew away, and milky white juice flowed out from its mouthparts. It is not in a hurry, as long as it knows the entrance to the anthill, it will have plenty of time to enjoy the delicious food.
Swallow the chewed termite, and it will quickly find the next target, bite it, chew and swallow it in big mouthfuls.
The termite retreat lasted for several minutes, and during this time, one termite was killed every few seconds. When all the termites got into the stone holes, the mountain centipede immediately entered one after another and continued its gluttonous feast. The white, tender and juicy pieces of meat are undoubtedly the most beautiful delicacies in the world.
Although the termites screamed miserably, there was no confusion and they kept moving at a constant speed. When the mountain centipede swallowed the fifty-second termite, the tunnel became wider, and there was a rustling sound on the cave wall, and dirt kept sliding down, but it was immersed in the joy of eating and did not notice. These changes.
When the sixty-fifth termite was swallowed, the queue of termites suddenly began to accelerate. Seeing the food escape, it chased after it angrily. At this time, there was a dense crawling sound from behind.
Driven by instinct, it turns its head and moves backward in a "U" shape.
"Chi chi chi chi!"
Suddenly, a sharp neighing sound echoed through the corridor. Unlike the panicked calls made by the termites before, this was an orderly war cry.
The next moment, a flood of termites poured into the hole. They don't look similar to the previous termites, they don't have bulky bellies, and they don't have short segmented legs. It has six long pointed legs, is covered with armor, has thick and big ant pincers, and moves very quickly.
The mountain centipede was not worried. These weak creatures could not cause damage to its carapace, so it moved its body in an orderly manner, turned around and crawled out. From time to time, it bit a guy without eyes, chewed it and swallowed it.
But not long after, it began to become manic and emitted a harsh insect chirp.
The soldier ant couldn't bite its carapace, so it turned around and bit its jointed feet. It didn't feel like it at first. It is hundreds of meters long and has thousands of joints. Usually some of it will be broken and it will grow back in a few days.
But when this number reaches a certain level, its movement becomes difficult. Soldier ants crawled all over its body, biting at the weak spots in its joints. The mountain centipede twisted its body wildly, and the huge force threw the soldier ant against the cave wall and crushed it into pieces.
However, more and more soldier ants appeared, including a kind of worker ant with a swollen abdomen and a white peritoneum glowing with a bright green light.
"Zizzizi!"
They open their mouthparts and spit out streams of bright green formic acid, which fall on the carapace and emit large plumes of white smoke.
A little acid can't cause much damage, but when the amount reaches a certain level, the effect is extremely terrifying. The thick carapace was corroded and penetrated, and large areas of the carapace were lifted open, revealing the white flesh inside.
"grumble!"
The severe pain of being torn flesh and blood was transmitted to the insect's brain, and the mountain centipede let out a huge scream, but it no longer had much strength to struggle. More and more termites crawled on it, until finally, the entire body was submerged.
Three days later, all that was left of the giant mountain centipede was an empty shell. The inside was so clean that not even a strand of flesh could be found.
Then, a goose egg-sized crystal nucleus was sent to the hind insect.
"Hide it now, my brother likes these colorful stones the most."
The transporting termites raised their heads, made a squeaking sound, then ran to the corner with the crystal core in their mouths, dug a hole and buried it.
At the same time, in the ruins of the city thousands of kilometers away, the newly established town has taken shape.
It is said to be a small town, but more like a solid fortress. Although there were some passing merchants and mercenaries, they were few in number and cautious and polite.
Making trouble on Beiqiao Regiment's territory has only two consequences. The best is to be kicked out, and the other is to stay here forever.
The scope of activities of outsiders is limited to the periphery of the fortress, and no one can get close to the middle part.
At this time, out of everyone's sight, under heavy defenses, mechas were neatly arranged in the center.
Logistics staff wearing orange overalls ran back and forth, carrying tool boxes or oil drums in their hands. The hatch of the mecha was open, and the pilot inside was checking the equipment.
A woman wearing a white combat priest robe and a woman wearing a red combat uniform with two long knives crossed behind her back were patrolling the field. Every time they passed a place, the mercenaries would stop what they were doing and stand at attention and salute them.
The woman in the red combat uniform is not short, she seems to be 1.7 meters tall, but standing next to the woman in the white combat priest robe, she looks a bit petite and exquisite.
"Why, you want to go down too?" The woman in red combat uniform crossed her arms and looked calm, "Hua Po won't agree, right?"
"I need front-line combat experience." The woman in the white battle priest robe looked at the busy personnel and sighed, "With the title of deputy commander, you can't just be a showman, right?"
The woman in red combat uniform had a serious face, "Do you want me to hide it from Hua Po?"
The woman in the white battle priest robe did not answer directly, but talked about other things, "I am the deputy captain in charge of supplies. I want to personally inspect the newly arrived batch of Valkyries and Burning Sky Birds."
The woman in the red combat uniform frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally sighed and said, "Okay..." and then emphasized, "But you must follow me and cannot act without authorization."
"Thank you." The woman in the white battle priest robe smiled and nodded.
