Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Hoil Bee, Mudmite, and Spageon
"Hmm, one of the scouts died." Luncress frowned, communicating with the queen bee to obtain the details.
The queen bee reached a size of six metres, sporting gigantic mandibles that seemed too heavy for her head to carry, a pair of wings too small for her weight, a scorpion tail that was hard to control and mantic scythes that did more harm than good.
She was the first successful queen bee among the thousands that he had experimented with to mutate. Even though the queen bee was struggling to get her work done, she somehow managed.
Though, it seemed everything was taking a huge toll on her body as day by day, her egg laying capacity was dropping at an alarming pace.
'A couple more months, and she would become incapable.' Luncress thought, but didn't seem worried, smiling as he looked at four eggs cared by the brood. They were all potential queen eggs. And as long as at least one of them hatched successfully, he could continue with the experiment.