Landing

Rowan's visibility didn't allow him to pay much attention to the battle taking place in the sky, and at that moment, he encountered new trouble.

The last time he did this kind of high-altitude freefall, he was only the size of a fingernail, and all sorts of forces could easily act on him.

Just like a gentle breeze, it can greatly slow down the falling speed.

Therefore, that experience instilled in him a certain mindset that falling from a height could not harm him.

However, his body length exceeded sixty centimeters at this time. Although the thick Exoskeleton Armor gave him extremely strong protection, the armor was not light.

His weight at this point may have exceeded fifty kilograms.

At that weight, only a very powerful hurricane could affect its fall.

Unfortunately, the sun is shining brightly and the sea is calm right now; there's not even a breeze, let alone a hurricane.

In this situation, Rowan didn't know if his body could withstand the impact for a safe landing.

There was no other way; now was not the time to leave it to fate. He had to use his meager knowledge to increase his chances of survival.

Extend all eight Walking Leg as far as possible to increase the surface area of your body that bears the force.

The rapidly falling body paused slightly, experiencing a brief moment of relief, but only a slight one; the falling speed remained rapid.

Rowan cursed inwardly. If he had been given a good night's sleep, he might have grown wings by now and wouldn't be suffering this kind of injustice.

Fortunately, I just discarded the two heaviest Pincer Limb on my body; otherwise, those two Pincer Limb alone would probably weigh seven or eight kilograms.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

The air sacs on the carapace and abdomen began to inflate rapidly.

This part originally served as an oxygen tank underwater, but since Rowan learned to breathe underwater, the status of this skill has obviously decreased, becoming dispensable.

Unexpectedly, it played a huge role at this time. Having many skills is never a bad thing; the ancients were right.

The airbag expanded to its limit, even deforming Rowan's abdomen, but the effect was remarkable, and his falling speed was significantly reduced.

However, a new problem has arisen.

Because the airbags were located in the posterior part of his body, Rowan's posture changed from an outstretched body to head down...

And because his two Pincer Limb were gone, he discovered that he had no protection for his head and could only rely on his armor to withstand the ground...

This was not the outcome he wanted.

As they got closer to the ground, the crowns of some tall trees came into Rowan's field of vision.

He carefully planted his Walking Leg, trying to aim at the treetops as he landed.

However, his efforts had little effect, and the direction of the fall remained basically unchanged.

Fortunately, the forest below was very dense, with layers upon layers of tree canopies blocking out the sun, so from above, one could not see what was below the canopy.

When he was still more than ten meters away from the treetop, Rowan struggled to do a pull-up, using his super strong core strength to lift his head up for a moment.

In that instant, the carapace and abdomen squeezed together forcefully, rapidly expelling the air from the central air sac. The rapidly ejected air even shifted Rowan a few centimeters.

Then, Rowan spread his Walking Leg and fell onto the treetop in an extended position.

The tree canopy couldn't support Rowan's weight, and he continued his descent through layers of branches and leaves towards the ground.

The branches and leaves may have grazed Rowan's body, but these grazed his Exoskeleton Armor at most, leaving only minor scratches; they could not possibly penetrate his armor.

But these scrapes gradually slowed his fall.

Finally, after all this cushioning, when he landed on the ground, he only suffered some minor shocks, not even a minor injury.

After landing, Rowan dared not linger there; the force of his fall had been considerable.

Furthermore, the instant he entered the canopy, his panoramic camera-like eyes also saw a section of the canopy not far away shaking violently.

To achieve that effect, the tree would have to be quite large.

Having already witnessed the Pterosaur, Rowan dared not harbor the slightest curiosity at this moment.

Now that he has lost both claws and the reserves of poison glands in his mouth have been exhausted, and given that he was not full to begin with, his physical strength is severely depleted, so he is in an extremely weak state.

The best thing he should do now is to lie low, get some sleep, and let his Pincer Limb grow back.

Maybe they'll even throw in a pair of wings.

However, now that his Pincer Limb for Digging Leg are gone, digging a hole is impossible. Besides, he doesn't even know where he is, so finding a suitable tree hole in a short time is unrealistic.

Fortunately, the trees here are so dense that the ground is covered with a thick layer of decaying leaves. Although the smell is not pleasant, we can't care about such things when it comes to life and death.

He first painstakingly chewed a piece of the bare root of a nearby tree, intending to drink his fill of water. The familiar scene reminded him of his weaker days, and for a moment he felt a pang of nostalgia.

But he's not the same size as he was back then, when he was only the size of a fingernail.

I made seven or eight incisions and sucked for half an hour before I was barely about 70% full.

Vibrations continued to come from afar, which he sensed through the fine hairs on his legs.

However, Rowan had learned his lesson and kept his Optical Camouflage activated throughout.

The species here all have fairly large eyes, and seem to have excellent eyesight, which makes them perfectly vulnerable to this Optical Camouflage that was initially useless.

During this time, he even ambushed several unidentified small birds with exceptionally bright green feathers, which were quite beautiful, but they have now all gone to Rowan's Belly Village for a meeting.

The bird was small and covered in feathers; Rowan barely had time to taste it before it was gone, leaving him somewhat unsatisfied.

I wish there were one of those odd creatures with light yellow fur and a plump body, plenty of which would fill me up.

As Rowan gnawed on tree roots, he daydreamed, drooling all the while.

After finally getting his fill of water, he found a spot with complicated terrain, nestled between three giant trees. Because of the thick trunks blocking the way, it was very inconvenient for animals to pass through, as could be seen from the exceptionally thick layer of fallen leaves.

Who knows what large creatures might be lurking around here? If I accidentally fall asleep somewhere and get trampled to death by a passing behemoth, that would be such a terrible injustice.

Rowan managed to dig a hole in the decaying leaves with his Walking Leg, took a deep breath, buried his head inside, and then covered the hole again.

Surrounded by sticky, decaying leaves, Rowan began to drift into memories in an attempt to distract himself.

Their exact location is currently unknown, as is how long they have been asleep.

After waking up, various unexpected events occurred one after another, and the talent that was obtained by the self-sacrifice of trillions of insects was not studied in time.