This time, Zhang Fan's new body was modeled on the god gene, eliminating many abilities that came with limitations.
The body was humanoid but retained more of the Insect Race's features: a hard carapace, spikes, venom glands, and thin wings. Although it was more compact overall, its speed and strength had improved considerably.
When Zhang Fan stepped out of the Culture Dish, the entire Insect Race cheered for him. His appearance was more divine, inspiring an irresistible urge to worship him.
Dumite was astonished when he saw Zhang Fan's new body. "Overlord, your power has reached a level that can no longer be measured. I don't think Plague will pose any threat to you anymore."
Zhang Fan shook his head. "Weasel was already immune to every poison, and my ability to purge toxins was much stronger than Weasel's. Didn't I still get played?"
He continued, "What worries me now is that our military strength may not be enough to fight Plague. We need to find another way."
Dumite exclaimed in surprise, "We have a hundred billion warships now, and that still isn't enough to fight Plague? Just how powerful is he?"
"By my preliminary estimate, he has at least a hundred trillion."
Dumite nearly passed out. Those were warships, not ants. The steel needed to build them alone could probably fill an entire galaxy.
After a moment of thought, Zhang Fan said, "We can't tackle this head-on. I need to ask Commander Varagon for help."
Dumite was even more bewildered. "Overlord, did you just say you're going to ask Varagon to help you deal with Plague? Isn't Plague his subordinate?"
Zhang Fan nodded with a smile. "Yes, and his most loyal subordinate at that. What else can we do? If we don't take Plague down, we won't have much of