Insects.
Locusts.
The strange locusts captured from Banjul.
At this moment, in the empty space of the Western Airport of Comoros in the white fog world, in the enchanted and strengthened plastic bag, they collided aimlessly and crawled around.
They were not dead.
They were not killed by the rules that transmigrated worlds and annihilated all life.
Kang De walked over and asked, "How is it?"
Horus put away the cannon barrel. "There's no attack or hostility. They're only alive."
The swarm of insects in Banjul was orderly and would react to the stimulation of the outside world. When they discovered food, they would be sent back to their underground nest. If there was no food, they would gnaw on metal and cement. Clearly, this race might have a social division of labor. The locusts on the surface of Banjul carried a mission that they had to complete.