In the chat among the core members of the Sage Project, they imagined Chen Feng in his previous life to be a top student.

Zheng Feng's extraordinary performance in the face of the Snowflake Ship has become a strong proof that the Sage is a "top student".

But if Zheng Feng knew what these people were talking about at this time, if he had restored Chen Feng's memory, then he would probably complain like this.

"You really think highly of me. At the beginning, these were all basic common sense that couldn't be more basic, okay! No matter what time, I am definitely a poor student, okay?"

For ordinary people, microscopic termites are very scary.

Ten microscopic ants can decompose an adult into energy particles in less than 1 second.

But the Flying Tigers are not ordinary people, they are well-trained fighters.

Although the training armor worn by everyone was of average performance, they were well prepared for the space insects that miners in the 27th century had to face, and Zheng Feng had prepared a comprehensive combat plan in advance. The problem was not too big, and they advanced nearly 100 meters safely.

Finally, they saw the nest of microscopic termites.

This is a round transparent tank with a diameter of nearly 20 meters.

Nearly half of the tank was floating with green gelatinous radioactive liquid.

On the tank wall where the upper part was not covered by the liquid, a large number of metal protrusions with a height of nearly two meters and most of them only one finger high had been expanded.

The metal structure of the ship wreckage outside the tank was also covered with these protrusions, the highest of which was several meters.

Each protrusion is a nest, in which live millions to hundreds of billions of microscopic termites.

The intelligence system shows that there are 170 million microscopic termites here, more than three times the total number of ants on Earth.

To the naked eye, dense light blue networks are intertwined on the inner and outer walls of the tank and the metal structure outside, like moss growing on the bluestone of a cave.

These layers of blue network lines occasionally meander and move, like a diverted river.

The body length of microscopic termites is only more than ten microns, and it is almost impossible to see them with the physiological structure of the human eye.

But if a large number of individuals gather together and move in the same direction, they will form blue lines that are thick or thin like a river.

Each line represents tens of millions, tens of billions, or even billions of microscopic termites migrating in a certain sense.

Zheng Feng pointed to a bulge inside the tank that was nearly two meters high and 0.5 meters in diameter at the bottom, and said, "This is the capital of microscopic termites, and the queen ant is inside."

"Capital? Even this broken bug can have a capital?" Edgar Julian curled his lips in disdain.

It's easy to change a country, but it's hard to change one's nature.

In Edgar's mature and naive young mind, perhaps arguing with Zheng Feng, a captain who is too dazzling and secretly favored by countless people, is a kind of life pleasure.

Edgar Julian was once just an ordinary warrior.

In terms of IQ, he is very precocious, but his EQ is still a little lacking.

Edgar knew with his intelligence that he should be sent to the Second Pioneer Academy because he lost in the last-place elimination system.

But this did not happen.

Edgar also knew that the situation was the same for other people.

After returning home, he asked his parents about this matter and concluded that the Flying Tigers existed for Zheng Feng.

They played the role of accompanying the prince to study.

His parents told Edgar that the leader must have had a long-term plan behind such an arrangement.

The Flying Tigers members must be participating in a secret mission of great significance.

His parents told Edgar to perform well in class.

But despite what he said, when it came to class activities, Edgar found it difficult to control himself.

Li Qingqing glanced at Edgar impatiently, "You are the only one who talks too much. What do you know? If it is a single microscopic termite, it may really be an ordinary insect. But the Queen Ant is equivalent to our super-intelligent brain. She can integrate the quantum entanglements generated by billions of tiny individuals to form a huge computing power, and control everything about the microscopic termites from top to bottom. From the perspective of cosmic biology, microscopic termites are no different from human collective intelligence to a certain extent, except that they are people who never have emotional fluctuations."

"Why are you talking so much? Aren't we still in the virtual competition field now? Aren't the queen ant and the microscopic termites still the stuff calculated by the main brain Star Simulation? No matter how powerful they are, can they be more powerful than humans?"

At this time, Jane Roland next to him was pondering Edgar's words and suddenly reacted.

She knew the captain's plan.

First of all, the queen ant is a tool used by humans in the 27th century.

No matter how many hundreds of years have passed and how many generations the queen ant has experienced, the underlying genes that determine its life form must have some remnants of the "backdoor code" left by the engineers back then.

Moreover, as Edgar said, no matter how complex the structure of the Ant Queen is, or how profound the "backdoor code" is, it is still the product of the modern algorithm simulation of the main brain Fanxing, which means that no matter how complex its changes are, it will always remain the same.

For everything in this competition venue, the source code of Fanxing is like the energy that constitutes everything in the universe.

As long as the "source code" used by the main brain Fanxing for programming is captured first, then the "backdoor code" of the Ant Queen can be reversed.

"Check your equipment again, and then I'll start the countdown. We'll continue forward in ten seconds. The four of us, Edgar, Mata, and Jane, will charge the culture tank and get within two meters of the Ant Queen. The others will be responsible for breaking the tank and building a fire network around us. We can't let any termites fly onto us."

"Ten, nine... three, two, one! Move!"

Following Zheng Feng's order, the Flying Tigers began to move forward as a whole.

When they were within thirty meters of the culture tank, a faint buzzing sound rang out from the training armor masks of the group, indicating that the Ant Queen had already noticed the intruder and issued a defense order through quantum information broadcast.

The next moment, the originally calm termite river suddenly started to move.

The microscopic termites that were originally like two-dimensional creatures always moving linearly along the surface of each object took off.

The blue lines rolled and intertwined like thousands of green snakes, turning from a two-dimensional picture into a three-dimensional storm sculpture, swirling from all directions.

"Fire!"

Mata, who was responsible for monitoring the overall situation, raised his hands, and two chalk-sized, three-meter-long metal rods extended from the left and right forearms of the trainer.

At the top of the metal rod, two highly cohesive laser streams spurted out.

This was Mata's shooting guidance and positioning for others, and it also had an attacking effect.

Under the guidance of Mata Nicklaus's fire line, the two reserve teams on the flanks opened fire at the same time, and ten cone-shaped particle streams intertwined into an hourglass shape.

The oncoming torrent of termites hit the intertwined web of rays, and in an instant, the ice and snow melted away, like broken snow evaporated in the hot summer sun.

As the muzzles of the ten reserve team members slowly turned, the center of the hourglass pushed forward piece by piece, gradually approaching the three-meter diameter bottle mouth of the culture tank.

There used to be a lid made of heavy nuclear alloy here, but it had long been gnawed and penetrated by space ants awakened from their frozen slumber.

The first sequence was led by Zheng Feng, with Mata at the rear, and the rest of the people scattered in the middle, moving forward little by little along the rhythm of the center of the hourglass moving forward.

The logistics team led by Pincht followed directly behind the first sequence, holding up the energy shield and linking them together under the control of the unified deployment program compiled by Pincht to guard against the microscopic termites coming from behind.

Finally, Zheng Feng and others approached the bottle mouth and hung on it.

Then Zheng Feng turned on the power of his training armor, opened the active energy protection layer to the maximum, rushed forward, and plunged into the microscopic termite group that was surging out of the bottle mouth like a wave.

Collided.

The surface of Zheng Feng's armor lit up with dazzling flames, which was a violent energy release reaction.

He smashed the impact flow formed by the microscopic termites into pieces with one blow.

At the same time, the four members of the logistics team in the back stepped forward and shot out eight fingernail-sized balls from their left and right forearms, which landed on the body of the culture tank.

The eight balls just formed a circle around the mouth of the tank, each releasing linear energy to both sides, and then connected in pairs to form a complete circle composed of matter and energy.

Pinkett gave the detonation order through brain wave instructions.

In a series of chain explosions, a large hole was opened at the top of the culture tank.

Mata, Edgar and Jane entered, and the rest of the firepower support further increased the output power.

The recoil force of the microscopic termites suddenly increased.

Everyone began to feel the pressure.

Zheng Feng continued to close the distance between himself and the Queen Ant, and at the same time ordered Mata: "Overload the scanner, analyze the Queen Ant's genetic information, and then pass it to me."

Mata: "I need enough energy support!"

"Coming!"

Pickett had already completed the energy distribution.

The other eleven members of the logistics team and the intelligence team each extended an energy transmission line from the back of their training armor, connecting to the conversion module behind Pickett.

Pickett's chest extended another thicker energy transmission line, which stretched forward like a python and connected to Mata's back.

When the energy index on the top of the mask just changed from insufficient red to sufficient green, Mata immediately pulled up the power of the high-precision scanner.

Five seconds later, Zheng Feng received detailed data.

Then, according to the arrangement made by Zheng Feng in advance, Pickett took back the power transmission line to Mata and transferred it to Zheng Feng's armor.

Zheng Feng raised the performance of the armor's built-in intelligence to the highest level and began to quickly search and analyze the genetic information of the ant queen.

Row after row of descriptive data appeared on his visor. At the same time, Zheng Feng began to match it with the existing knowledge of biology, cosmic biology and engineering in his mind, and quickly completed the programming requirements in his mind.

Ten seconds later, Zheng Feng forwarded the original programming information package to Jane Roland.

"Leave it to you!"

When Jane just received the information package, Pickett's power transmission line was already connected to her armor.