In the dark and profound cave, terrifying monsters were busy, black blades striking the ores, sparks flying upon collision, and not long after, a gigantic rock weighing hundreds of kilograms fell.
Number 50112 hooked onto the boulder with scythe-like blades, walking backward outwards, its steel-like limbs strong and powerful, easily dragging the boulder.
"Dig, transport, labor to be allocated food." This was the only thought in Number 50112's mind.
Busy Flying Mantis Ants were three feet long, and their dark golden bodies were evidently very hard, hundreds of thousands of low-tier worker ants burrowing into underground veins, extracting numerous ores.
Their job was to gather food for the entire colony, regardless of how much they collected, food could only be allocated from above; such a system was strictly enforced with iron resolution, not a single Flying Mantis Ant could defy it.
