Chapter 261 Licking.

[Cut the meat and feed... again??? The poison gland species can’t do it, big female father Q mouth Q!!!]

[What did my %&## race do to you? Which species or subspecies of poison offended you? Tell us and we will immediately send down sanctions from the sky to carry out targeted strikes. Don't write about this kind of relationship warming bridge that the poison gland insect race will never use. Tell me, tell me, the whole alliance is watching. Tell me, which idiot offended you&*$%＠＃]

[I know you are anxious, but don’t be anxious! ]

[Fate, I'm going to sue you for racial discrimination!!! You discriminate against us, the venomous gland worm tribe!!]

[The wingless land creatures that were discriminated against by Fate have been settled. 】

[…]

[Poison Gland Species, stop it!]

Last time, the land race at the carnival failed to snatch the 300,000 gold roubles that the host had given away, so they broke down and mobilized the legal departments of the four major regions to sue Fate. Fate simply paid a fine of one million gold roubles and went to court.

Fitt's fine was paid in the morning, and the entertainment company's legal team and the military media went to knock on the door of the Fourth District Legal Department in the afternoon.

[…]

The readers of the venom gland race have lost their minds.

The readers of the non-toxic race were overjoyed: [Oh my god!! I can learn this trick! ]

[With 85% of my blood activity, I guarantee you will get drunk! ! ]

【I have four blood chambers! 】

[Dear Xinxuan, please take a look, this is my family gene test certificate and parental bloodline tracing [****.****.PDF]! Ten generations of pure cicada breeds! Old pure-blooded net-winged cicada! C-type blood gold label! ]

The four major regional forums/campus networks all resonate: [Primitive healing methods, blood and flesh energy supply is God!!!]

The websites of the four major regions were in chaos for 3 seconds, and the Gold Label Legal Department of the West Fairy Ring Region warned of a heavy blow!

【Western Andromeda Law Department Star Network Operation No. 001: Warning to the entire area.

Please do not confuse reality with fiction, and do not substitute fiction for the content and plot of fiction. Obey the real laws and surf the Internet rationally. 】

The Western District Legal Affairs Department enforced the law across regions and used its three-piece ban iron fist to hit the hot posts on the popular forums in the four major regions.

The debate over the poison gland/non-toxic species that was at the forefront of a group of crimes has just been settled.

The next second, the victims of Fate Story, the alliance's major campus networks and students wailed: [Oh no, a new species of monster. 】

[An unprecedented new species of alien that can detect active factors in blood, the affiliated school of the Medical City has something to research. Hahahaha, I've graduated and changed my career, so I'll log in to the campus account to watch the jokes! ]

[How did the snake-like monster chasing Monasha rely on to detect and sense blood-activating factors? Skin? Sense of smell? Internal organs? Fate, please write it clearly!! Give me some directions!!]

[Please stop it, Fate. Starting from "Military Doctor", the school has added an average of one Fate training course per week, which is compulsory and related to graduation points. I really can't learn it! ! ]

However, the real ones under the pressure of death are others.

The scientific research family group that was stuck at the East District Customs and could not move: [……] You military women are nothing, the scientific research insect race is the next target of the new species of aliens.

In the District 4 forum, you can often see a group of heartbroken readers from scientific research families: [Boss Fate, please don’t accept this kind of special care...]

[Sometimes it feels good to have no sense of existence... Mr. Fate, please continue to write about military women in your next story. Military women are tough, and our scientific faction will not fight over it.]

【We retreat, retreat forever! 】

@Fite: […

I was seriously injured at the time, and was in a daze for a while when I first woke up.

Even though it was pitch black, I felt the world spinning.

The surroundings were smelly, a mixture of various disgusting smells, which were compacted by the thick soil, making me feel nauseous, especially the strong smell of blood in my mouth, but I couldn't vomit it out. I had been unconscious for two days and had suffered serious bleeding injuries. My self-healing ability had drained all my body's energy, and my stomach felt empty.

I was in a trance for a while.

The broken buildings of the shelter were scattered in the mud to form a narrow tunnel that was not very authentic. At that time, Belis could only lie on the ground... I can't explain it clearly, anyway, he held me in his arms and we lay in the narrow tunnel formed by the broken buildings, and moved forward little by little using his elbows for support.

My feeling at that time was that it was crowded, hot, smelly, and the air was not circulating. Before the tsunami, we all put on micro oxygen masks in time. It was a small piece of nano-tech sticker fixed on the inner wall of the mouth. The oxygen storage capacity can only last for 72 hours, that is, three days. The oxygen content of my micro oxygen mask was about to run out.

In that dark and terrible situation, I was in a trance and naturally said stupid things.

I asked, "Hell?"

Bayliss laughed, and I had no idea where he got the energy from, but it sounded just like the laugh I usually hear in the lab.

Belis said, "Yes, we are walking on the edge of hell. We just walked across the burning Styx and are now watching the ceremony of the Nightmare God on the seventh level. The ceremony is characterized by darkness. The banquet, singing and dancing are very boring. You can sleep for a while. I will call you when we reach the garden of Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld."

Yes.

Bayliss was talking nonsense again, and he didn't want me to know the situation we were in right away.

After all…[Author’s note: Your Excellency was silent for a long time again.]

At that time, we were buried alive 600 meters below the ground. Belis and I only had a few hours of oxygen left. The soil where we were buried was as heavy as a mountain. Some broken steel bars and metal plates were stuck in the mud layer, forming several tunnels that were not really tunnels. These tunnels were dangerous and unstable. Some of them could only accommodate one Zerg, and some were so narrow that even an arm could not be inserted. To climb up, we had to dig up some of the soil, and digging up the soil might cause the already narrow tunnel to collapse again.

As Bayliss says, we are indeed walking on the edge of Hell and could sink into the River Styx at any moment.

I was in a trance at the time, and I didn't notice what Belis was saying. I was silent for more than ten seconds after he finished listening, and then he said very slowly, "You are so annoying. I've been to hell, and you're still following me."

Bayliss was not surprised at the time and said with a smile, "I was down there originally, and you came down again."

I was exhausted and kept mumbling something logical for several minutes. Belis soon noticed something was wrong with me. He pinched my mouth open and fed some more blood.

The fresh blood prompted my healing power to start working. An irresistible drowsiness weighed down my consciousness. I vaguely realized that something was wrong. Everything was too dark and too smelly... the churning earth, the broken walls, the terrified faces of other researchers in the same team, and the excited and stiff expression of my guardian were all chaotically rolling in my mind. But before I could say anything, Belis urged me to sleep. He lied and said that the performance of the Nightmare God had reached its climax. Monesa, go to sleep. He began to spread fear and chaos. It will be fine after you sleep through this period.

I fell into a deep sleep in which my body healed itself.

When I regained consciousness again, the stench of blood and soil was still lingering at the tip of my nose. The breathing piece in my mouth had been replaced. The new micro breathing mask had sufficient oxygen supply, and the internally circulating clean oxygen quickly brought me back to consciousness.

The second time I woke up, it had been five days since the surface collapse, the surface war was over, and the search and rescue teams were digging for victims. But we didn't know it at the time.

I opened my eyes again, and the smell of blood on Belis was even stronger. It was not only his own blood, but also the blood of other Zerg and a strong smell of decay.

His wounds became more serious, so serious that his own healing power could not repair them, and the wounds began to rot.]

[Can I try to take you...] [No, shut up, we are watching you - news from the operation account of the Fourth Army Headquarters of the West Fairy Ring·Certified Gold Label]

@Fite: […

When I woke up this time, Belis did not notice that I had opened my eyes immediately. His body temperature was very low, as cold as a corpse. His heartbeat took a long time to beat, and his breathing was not even louder than the airflow produced by the miniature oxygen mask in my mouth.

Bayliss crawled forward mechanically, and I could hear the faint sound of his finger bones digging into the stone and soil.

I was strangled in his arms, with my face pressed into his neck, my shoulders hunched, my hands clasped together and tied with a tie, fixed to his left arm. To be honest, that was not a suitable strength and posture for movement, but Belis still insisted on holding me in that awkward posture. He was taller than me, and that awkward posture could protect my body to the maximum extent.

Belis used his elbows as supports, balance, and climbers, and slowly moved me up.

I quickly realized our current situation and current situation. I tried my best to control my body from shaking. For about five minutes, I controlled the fear of losing control. Then, I tried to talk to Baylis. I called his name four times, and Baylis responded slowly.

But he didn't say anything. As if it was a mechanical reaction trained by him, his first action was to lower his head and press his lips against mine, sending a stream of warm, fresh blood.

I blocked the kiss and called his name twice before Belis responded normally.

He took a deep breath and hugged me tightly, his body shaking more violently than when I woke up. Then, the mechanical strength in his body collapsed, and I was pressed under him, with a piece of hard soil behind me. Belis was very heavy, pressing me so hard that I could hardly breathe, but he only pressed me for less than ten seconds, maybe a minute, it was really hard to calculate the time at that time, anyway, it was a very short moment, Belis raised his arms again and greeted me.

He said this greeting three times. The first time was a weak breath that was almost inaudible. Good evening... Belis realized that the sound was wrong and stopped immediately. Then the second time, the sound was slightly fluctuating, good evening... still leaking. 1.1.0, 379,682,1 group'

The third time, Baylis finally got the tone right, but he was too weak, his voice was very soft, and his greeting was still unsteady. He said, "Good evening, Your Excellency Monaissa, we will be there soon..."

I interrupted his nonsense.

I said, we were buried alive, do you still want to lie to me before you die?

Baylis was silent for a moment.

He said that the ground shaking had stopped, the war was over, and the search and rescue team would find us in 10 hours at the latest.

He continued, "Don't be afraid, Monesha. Even if we are buried so deep that the search and rescue team can't find us, I will still take you out."

His breathing became weaker and weaker, but his body started moving again and began to move upwards. His movements were powerful, like a car being refilled with gas, which was completely inconsistent with his weak breathing.

Bayliss held me tightly, and in a broken voice he swore to me secrets that he would never reveal if he was sane: "I beat death once, and I'm not afraid to race it again, believe me."

Belis swore again and again. The oath was too long. In the end, it was all that remained, the mechanical words, "You believe me, you believe me, you believe me."

By the time Bayliss made this promise to me, his breath had long been gone.]

【？ ？ ？】

[The official data of the cicada species says that one of their species has the characteristic of faking death... But Mr. Fate, faking death usually means lying still in a medical city waiting for treatment. How can Belis in your writing run a marathon underground for five days while faking death? ? ?]

@Fite: […

Hmm? Yes, I was right. When Baylis said these words, he stopped breathing, his body became cold, and there was a strong smell of blood and decay on his body. My hands were tied with his tie and I couldn't move them. My legs were also clamped. I called his name, but he didn't respond.

Not just a little bit, it’s very scary. [The author recorded the question: Objectively speaking, it’s actually a little scary, isn’t it?]

But I did not feel scared at the time. After all, I had been unconscious underground for a longer time, and the two times I woke up were very short, so my perception of time was misplaced. I just felt that Belis was very weak and his reactions were very strange. At first I thought that he had been climbing with me alone for too long and was under too much mental stress, so he seemed abnormal.

So I struggled, controlling Scale Tail to connect with the back of Belis's neck, relieving his mental pressure and trying to provide some help in our escape.

But for the first ten seconds or so, my nerve tentacles did not read anything from Baylis's brain. [Author records the inquiry: Completely empty? Isn't that a corpse?]

…[Author’s note: Mr. Monet was silent for a moment.]

Yes, Baylis's mind had stopped, empty, empty like a corpse. But he was still moving, still crawling forward with all his strength, carrying me upward.

I could only control the vertical nerve spines of the nerve tentacles, insert the nerve tentacles through his cervical glands, and penetrate into his flesh and blood nerves... that is, directly use the nerve tentacles to touch Baylis's brain tissue. This behavior is a criminal act in normal times, but I didn't care so much at that time.

My tentacles penetrated deep into Baylis's glandular nerve clusters, trying to read the memory feedback of Baylis's most recent nerve fluctuations.

I read two memory images, from the present to the past.

The first one was a surface tsunami that our team encountered. The team members were swept away by the waves and buried deep.

Baylis and I were not far apart, but there was a thick layer of soil and a shabby pile of reinforced concrete between us. It took Baylis a whole day to dig a tunnel to reach me.

At that time, I was stuck in a piece of rubble, with my abdomen pierced by broken thin steel bars, and I was unconscious. The rubble was compacted by thick soil, and only a few twisted steel bars formed a few narrow tunnels. Some of those twisted steel bars were broken, a little bent, and some were connected to large sharp building walls. When Belis crawled in, the tunnels left blood and flesh on his back.

Belis spent several hours treating the wound on my abdomen and began to feed me blood to stimulate my self-healing ability to begin repairing. After I stopped bleeding and my body warmed up, he began to take me away.

During the entire escape, I actually woke up more than twice, but the rest of the time, I was irrational. My body lost too much blood, and my body energy was not enough to make me conscious. I was blind and only had primitive animal instincts. I would rub my face against Belis' throat and open my mouth to bite his throat, like a greedy and boundless young beast, asking him to give me more flesh and blood to restore my body.]

[Male insects don't even have fangs, how can that be called greed? The fangs of human teeth bit your Adam's apple, aren't you just being coquettish? ? Give it to you, give ...

[Is there a possibility...][No, shut up, we are watching you - news from the West Andromeda Ring Fourth Army Headquarters Operation Account·Certified Gold Label]

@Fite: […

Eating flesh and blood to restore the body is a characteristic of our race. In Belis's memory, I bit Belis' throat many times without reason, bit his tongue, bit his face, and sucked the wound on his lips.

…

This idiot, I want to eat him up and make his bones and blood, but he is willing every time.

Belis crawled in the dark and silent oppressive mud for five whole days. He had lost all consciousness of crawling, but as long as I kissed him, he would still lower his head and let me lick him.

…

The second memory image is the past.]