Chapter 396

As if recalling some terrifying matter.

"The Bug Race first appeared on Pluto; they have been on that planet ever since."

"The ruler of the Bug Race is the Bug Emperor, who possesses dozens of Bug Queens, and those Bug Race members were hatched by the Bug Queens."

"The Bug Emperor's strength is above Tier 9, while most Bug Queens are Tier 8 or Tier 9, though their strength is not considered high."

"After all, Bug Queens are not a combat race; the ones who fight are the Bug Guards who protect them, Bug Race members born for battle!"

"This is why the Bug Race is basically a race possessing intelligence!"

"The remaining Bug Race members hatched by the Bug Queens possess no wisdom, relying on instinct and obeying the Bug Queens' commands!"

"Their only characteristic is their vast numbers; they are veritable cannon fodder, and every deployment is counted in the hundreds of millions."

"This is the general composition of the Bug Race."

Chi Xiaoman explained.

Qin Bei scratched his head; regardless of the world, races with vast numbers are common.

"The Bug Race is a common enemy, but they rarely come to human habitats."

"Basically, as long as there is enough flesh and blood, they might never leave Pluto for their entire lives."

"But... how could that be possible?"

Chi Xiaoman shook her head.

"The Bug Race loves to start wars; during war, their primary target is all kinds of corpses."

"I see. So, are there any traces of the Bug Race on Earth now?"

Qin Bei asked curiously.

"Yes, but they are all deep in the mountains and forests, fighting the ferocious beasts lost to the outside world."

"We didn't interfere; after all, let dogs fight dogs."

Chi Xiaoman explained.

'I heard that the lost Tenth Gathering Place is now occupied by the Bug Race.'

Jiang Siyu looked at Chi Xiaoman with curious eyes.

After hearing these words.

Qin Bei also froze.

The lost Tenth Gathering Place.

"Indeed. When it was lost, a Bug Nest fell from the sky during a battle with ferocious beasts, and the Bug Race members that fell were like mad dogs, biting whoever they caught."

"There was no way out; we humans are too weak to fight both the ferocious beasts and the Bug Race at the same time."

"So we could only retreat temporarily, regroup, and fight the ferocious beasts. After fighting for about a week, the Tenth Gathering Place had become a ruin."

"Plus the sanitation conditions; soaked by countless bloodstains, it was no longer suitable for human survival, so we abandoned it."

Chi Xiaoman said helplessly.

Qin Bei nodded; he now basically understood the specific situations of those three major enemies.

And... the Bug Race?

Perhaps he could design a Bug Race himself.

After all, he had a satellite close to a god.

It would be somewhat inappropriate if a Shumagia did not appear.

However, Qin Bei did not like them possessing intelligence.

He only needed simple, simple tools.

Combat tools.

Zea... it is time to start researching nanite Bug technology.

First, research the nanite Bugs.

Then, activate his combat Shumagia Bug Race!

Qin Bei's eyes flickered.

Then the three chatted idly for several hours.

The sky gradually turned dark.

The two women did not disturb Qin Bei much.

After all, tomorrow Qin Bei had to fight people from the West Ba Country.

So they each withdrew.

In the vast room, only Qin Bei remained once again.

Qin Bei then began to swallow the body potion.

The Martial Artist level needs to be cultivated faster.

At the same time.

In the dark Shanfeng of the North Capital.

The representative of the West Ba Country, accompanied by six people, walked here with tense expressions.

Before them.

was an eagle with tentacles.

That's right.

This eagle's wings were connected by tentacle after tentacle.

The tentacles were still writhing.

Black liquid dripping down.

It corroded the ground.

It looked incredibly chilling.

"Ahh!"

The tentacled eagle roared, then twisted its head to look at the people of the Eight Western Nations.

Every single person he saw, without exception,

all took a step backward.

Sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"Have we arrived?"

The representative of the Eight Western Nations stammered.

The eagle nodded, then directly spread its tentacle wings.

It flew toward the sky.

And before them lay a pitch-black expanse.

Several of them froze in place.

Standing stupidly where they were, at a loss.

"This is too much! What do these Dawn people intend to do?"

"They lured us here halfway through the journey, and now there's no (agag) one here."

"As expected of a trash organization; all they know is that they still need to cooperate with us of the Eight Western Nations."

Pfft!

A single red hair strand pierced straight through the last Eight Western Nation person who had spoken.

Then the hair strand swept across.

Like a sharp blade.

It cut the Eight Western Nation person in half.

Red blood splattered all over the ground.

It splashed onto the others.

The expression on the face of the Eight Western Nations representative froze.

He looked at the blood on his own body with a resentful face.

The white suit was wrapped in red blood.

A fishy stench also emanated from it.

And beneath his feet.