"Gaia, create 1,000 second-generation ant-people. Then, load the artificial intelligence and the smithing template!"
"Sub-brain, transmit the smithing template!"
"Received! Loading complete!"
"Received!"
Lu Zhiyu watched as the black steel ball started squirming and the valves creaked open, one by one, releasing the steam inside. Like a beehive, ant-people were continuously produced from within then stood in formation on the black peak of this unnamed mountain. The mountain was barren, completely treeless. As far as the eye could see, the mountain range was formed only by empty ridges.
The shape of the ant-people had changed. The second generation of ant-people appeared to be even stronger than before, and they were much shorter. Their glossy carapaces made them seem like black armored warriors, exhibiting a complete deviation from the usual appearances of ants and insects.