Chapter Ninety-Six Demonic Insects



During the creation of [Bee Flower Snow Moon], many useless limbs of the giant bee, such as its head and chest, will be left over. These limbs will be collected and used as materials to breed lesser demons.

It's a pity that the giant bee isn't a humanoid creature, otherwise it could have been used to construct the Black Knight.

Following the production line, there were specially responsible groups of two lesser demons pushing wooden carts to deliver barrels of blood and chunks of flesh, which looked like bottles of rum, towards the Demon Pool.

Therefore, the production line is located very close to the magic pool. While ensuring this distance, it is also as close as possible to the farming and planting areas where the goblins live. This ensures both production convenience and addresses the goblin attendance issue.

Ira observed the somewhat bumpy wooden cart and watched the little imp struggling to control it. Although the little imp couldn't participate in manufacturing due to its limb structure, it could still deliver things.

I guess you could say I participated in the production process...

"Won't it be difficult to control the direction?"

As Ira spoke, he looked at the rather disheartening road ahead and, without waiting for the little demon to say anything, made his judgment directly, saying, "We need to start leveling the road as soon as possible."

This is not referring to cobblestone roads, of course. Even in the Demon King's castle, the roads are extremely bumpy, and so are the roads in the Empire... But gravel roads are more friendly to carriages.

Moreover, the roads within the imperial capital are different. They are made of finely polished marble, built at great expense of manpower and resources, and require a significant amount of time and money to maintain.

What the Demon King's territory needs now is not that kind of road. The "flattening" that Ira mentioned is just ordinary flattening. All we need to do is flatten this dirt road with a hammer.

It's something the constructs can handle in one night with fists the size of fists.

After walking for more than ten minutes, you can see the dwelling of the lesser demons. It is a large area of ​​thatched huts. The densely packed "thatched huts" can perhaps not be called "huts" because they are just rooms.

It's better described as a grass-roofed room; the density of the rooms could even be described as a concentration camp, and you could occasionally hear the sounds of chickens and geese coming from inside.

In this respect, the lesser demons are similar to the imperial serfs, living in extremely harsh conditions and having to live with animals to support themselves while also raising animals for their territory.

However, because they could eat their fill, their treatment was significantly better than that of the poor, the atmosphere was better, and they were more enthusiastic about life. This is the power of good food.

Ira didn't have a good way to change this, after all, the productivity level was what it was, and he wasn't cut out for scientific research. After all, electricity and magnetism couldn't be converted well in this world, and his previous world didn't have something like Mana technology.

I was completely in the dark.

Where should we begin with reforming productivity?

As Ira thought this, she followed the little imp carrying the giant bee's corpse around the dwelling, watching the two little imps work together to lift the buckets filled with flesh and blood and pour them into the huge pool in front of them.

This was a huge pool, like a bathhouse, but the liquid inside was thick, reddish-black blood, with many different limbs and food scraps floating on top. Many huge insects were searching for food scraps and flesh in the pool and eating them.

Because most edible food can also serve as nutrients, this place has become a dumping ground for kitchen waste, and leftover blue mushrooms and the like are also thrown in.

Besides the lesser demons transporting the giant bee's corpse, you can also see some slimes dumping their garbage... The slimes' soft bodies bounce and hop, spitting all the garbage stored inside their bodies into the magic pool.

Then, a slime seemed to see Ira, stretched out its short, slimy little hand, waved at Ira, and after seeing Ira nod in acknowledgment, it hopped back towards the food distribution point.

Since it's impossible for every little monster's home to have a place to heat water and food, slimes stay at the distribution points, waiting for monsters to bring the ingredients there to heat or cook.

In an empire, serfs were only entitled to eat cold beans and black bread. Commoners did have stoves in their homes, but if they wanted to start a fire to bake bread or boil water, they had to pay the local lord money.

Although it was only a few copper coins, it was still a considerable sum for ordinary people.

"Guji?"

As Ira watched the slime disappear into the distance, he heard a sound behind him. He turned around and saw a plump, white worm, almost as long as his leg, very close to him.

At this moment, the worm is looking at Ira with curiosity.

Ira couldn't help but take a step back, moving a little further away from the magic pool. Then, feeling that she had been rather impolite, she stood back near the magic pool, staring at the demonic insects inside through the edge of the pool.

This super-sized worm, about the same size as the Little Imp lying down, has a pair of small black horns on its head, making it look like a little devil that has turned into a worm. This is the Little Imp's predecessor - the Demon Worm.

After absorbing enough flesh and blood, the white demonic insect's skin will turn red and gradually harden into a cocoon. Then, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, the little inferior demon will also emerge from its cocoon.

“Hoo... Ira... my lady.”

"We...puff...done it."

Ira listened to the voice of the little imp, then turned to look at the pair of little imps panting and reminding him to return. He nodded and estimated the time... It took a long time to pour the four barrels of giant bee corpses into the barrels.

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