A human and a mosquito carefully made their way through the dense Black Forest.
The deeper they ventured, the dimmer the light grew. Towering ancient trees blotted out the sun.
The air was thick with the stench of decay and danger. From time to time, the distant roars of Demon Beasts would echo, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Chu Sheng wasn't idle, either. As he traveled, he was furiously expanding his army.
To deal with Chen Hao and those idiots earlier, his Insect Race cannon fodder legion had suffered heavy losses.
Now that the capacity of his [Insect Race Space] had been upgraded to a thousand, he naturally had to fill the vacancy—and even exceed the quota!
The Black Forest was teeming with all sorts of insects, and he took them all. Whether they were beetles and ants on the ground or moths and cicadas in the trees, as long as it was an insect, he'd snatch it up with a single thought.
