Dirt flew high into the air, and a warm wind from the north whipped the fine dust up into a roiling cloud like a sandstorm. Through the huge roar, a dazzling silver-white gleam burst out of it. It was a giant metal battle-truck more than ten meters tall, and the half-umbrella bucket on its nose was the culprit behind the sandstorm.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The metal battle-truck's body was all hard, sharp lines, and its four huge triangular track wheels sped along as if flying. Behind it, of all things, it was towing three cars.

Zoom in, and three large black characters stood out, carved beside the cab of the leading silver-white battle-truck: Vajra.

Through the window glass you could see a big black ant raising its two front legs and waving them along with its antennae.

"Blackhead, charge, crush everything in the way!"

Blackhead was thrilled. It felt as if it had become the Vajra itself on some great expedition, racing at will across a land that had turned green again. Blind and deaf as it was, it could sense what was going on outside through pheromones and Activity waves.

At the other end of the cab, in front of a bank of display screens.

Shen Cong held a full glass of silver bamboo cocktail and studied Blackhead, deep in thought. The refitted Vajra plowed through everything in its path with brute force, but its suspension was excellent too. In the cab everything stayed perfectly steady. Not a drop of his drink spilled.

So bumpy roads rarely broke his train of thought.

"This is probably as far as Blackhead's evolution goes. It can't get into the Lv4 — Nebula Era..." Shen Cong gave a barely visible shake of his head. He had always kept this big ant, which had been willing to leave the Vajra-Ant colony to follow him, the way you'd keep a dog, and had never expected it to be of any use.

In fact, even the four-legged dragon and Yellow Great-Immortal hadn't been much use to him.

As a pioneer of evolution, he always walked ahead…