Chapter 34: It doesn’t matter if it’s a green toy, I will always forgive Al…
Hive, Inquisition.
In the detention room, Artemantis sat calmly on a chair, staring intently at his gauntlet, as if flowers could bloom on it.
Ignoring the dense fences and the chains and shackles on the female soldiers, the surrounding environment was still relatively comfortable. The insect nest at least maintained a superficial respect for him as the head of the nest cleaning department...
Just then, there was a crisp sound outside the door, and then a male insect walked in with elegant steps.
"I've long heard of you, Director Hall." The gorgeously dressed gentleman raised his lips slightly, but there was a subtle mockery in his words, making it difficult for Chong to grasp his emotions.
"You are—" Upon hearing this, Artemantis did not stand up, but just raised her eyelids calmly, as if she was not surprised by his arrival.
"I am Damien's male father, the current agent insect of the Miller family, and the plaintiff of the Nest Cleaning Agency." The male insect raised his chin slightly and looked down at the other party with an arrogant attitude, as if he wanted to see him show an expression of fear and trepidation.
But what he didn't expect was that Artemantis just nodded slightly to indicate that she heard it, then lowered her eyelashes and didn't respond again. The room suddenly became quiet.
"Who are you trying to show off your heroic sacrifice to? Director Hall, you don't think you're that great, do you?"
In this awkward silence, the male insect's expression gradually darkened. He suddenly spoke, his words filled with sharp sarcasm:
"Artemanthys, how does it feel to be locked up? You think you're some great hive guardian, but you're nothing but a pathetic creature!"
He looked down coldly at this once powerful military woman, his eyes filled with disdain. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind, and the gentleman began to speak non-stop:
"You'd never have imagined that the male insect you despised the most would actually bring you down—the insect nest can no longer accommodate the Nest Cleaning Bureau. It's time for you to receive retribution!"
Upon hearing this, Artemantis's long eyelashes, which looked like cassia petals, moved slightly, but he remained silent and did not react.
Looking at the head of the Nest Cleaning Bureau who had been turning a deaf ear to his words, the male insect's voice gradually became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more excited:
"Do you really think the Insect Nest is unaware of such vile things as pirates robbing trains and trading Soothing Sub-Females? Without their tacit approval, how could such things be possible?"
"In my opinion, the Insect Nest is a rotten demonic den, and the Nest Cleaning Bureau is an accomplice in whitewashing the situation! And you are the biggest executioner among them—your hands are stained with the blood of your own kind!"
After venting, the male insect patted his chest breathlessly. His eyes were red and he almost fainted from anger.
"From what position do you say such things?" After a long while, when the male insect's emotions had stabilized a little, Artemanthys finally spoke to break the silence.
He slowly raised his head, looking the male insect level with a sharp gaze. He spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Male insects have always been at the top of the hierarchy, enjoying the nourishment of the insect swarm since they hatched. Those in the insect hive who attempt to suck out the bones and marrow will be immediately eliminated by the Nest Clearance Bureau if they cross the line. The maximum punishment a male insect who commits a serious crime can receive is confinement for breeding."
"Isn't this enough?" The male insect swung its tail hook hysterically as if it had heard a huge joke. The sharp scratching sound echoed in the empty space, looking particularly weird.
"This is a blatant objectification of us! What do the Nest Cleaning Agency think of the male insects? Tools for sowing seeds? You're completely hopeless..." The male insect looked down at him with pity, as if he was looking at a loser on the verge of destruction. "Artemanthys Hall, you will rot and stink along with the insect nest you protect!"
"Don't worry, your subordinates will be here to accompany you soon..." At this point, the male insect seemed to have thought of something extremely interesting. He chuckled, and the sound made the insects feel even more creepy. "You don't know yet, right? Soon the Nest Cleaning Bureau's main ship will be attacked by brain-eating lice... Haha, I dare not even imagine how funny that scene will be - huh!"
Suddenly, the shrill laughter stopped abruptly, and the male insect's eyes widened as if he had seen something extremely strange. At the same time, a sharp orange nail pierced his throat.
"Coward, I dare to think."
Hearing this voice that was as familiar as if engraved deep in his soul, Artemanthys's breathing suddenly stagnated. He slowly raised his head with fear - what came into view were countless strange tentacles and that angelic face.
"Sorry, I've already devoured that fat louse."
As he spoke, Gu Zheyue moved as smoothly as a nimble fish, avoiding the corpse that was frozen in a state of peaceful smile, as if it was just an insignificant obstacle.
Then, he smiled gently at the female insect inside the fence and said, "Al—I'm back!"
Zachary's smile was as bright and warm as ever, but it looked out of place against the backdrop of the swarm of poisonous jellyfish he had exposed.
Looking at this unconcealed strange "sub-female" and the corpse with a strange yet familiar death, Artemanthys' mind was as if a group of looting and burning looting looting had suddenly rushed into it, and it became a mess.
His lips moved slightly twice, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Saint Zachary..."
"It's me. I'm here to pick you up." Gu Zheyue, who was called, said as he skillfully dug out the male insect's still hot eyeball.
He aimed the eye at the biometric system and, as expected, successfully entered the cell. Gu Zheyue naturally took Artemantis's hand, still smiling: "Let's go, let's go out together."
The next second, his hands were tightly entangled in chains. The emerald green ice lake in Artemantis's eyes almost shattered, and his face turned pale, as if all life had been drained away.
"Saint Zachary, you shouldn't have come..." The female soldier said hoarsely, "I said, as long as I'm alive, I will arrest you one day."
"Now that I've killed the male insect, regardless of whether it's against the Nest Cleaning Bureau or not, the insect nest will justifiably execute me. You..."
"bite--"
A few crisp sounds, like the clashing of jade beads, interrupted his words. Gu Zheyue, like a curious child, eagerly shook the tightly connected chain in his hand and threw himself into the female insect's arms. "So, Al wants me to commit suicide for love?"
Upon hearing this, Artemantis' whole body seemed to be struck by a violent electric current and began to tremble instantly.
The tide of decline surged like a raging tide, once again sweeping unimpeded through the female insect's agitation. Artemanthy's heart was pounding, and a trickle of tender green blood flowed from the corner of his eye, like punishment for his broken principles.
"You—go on..."
As he spoke, the chains encircling Gu Zheyue gradually loosened as their master released his grip. Artemantis slowly closed his eyes like a martyr determined to die, muttering softly, "Sure enough, I deserve this..."
"No."
Before she could finish her words, she felt a warm touch on the female soldier's eyelids, and something slippery was inserted into her.
That thing was like a greedy and soft little snake. It not only gently sucked away the blood from the corners of his eyes, but also tried to lick his moist eyeballs with an indescribable intimacy.
The next second, Gu Zheyue unleashed his spiritual vision without reservation. Even his subcutaneous blood vessels were emitting a faint blue light, a light like a deep and magnificent ocean, giving him an eerie, sacred appearance.
Countless tentacles as soft as silk stretched out from all directions, wrapping them tightly, forming a warm and mysterious cocoon.
In this private space, all decline, pain and sin are isolated, and only ambiguity grows between breaths.
So, Gu Zheyue gently pulled Artemantis's hair and forced him to open his eyes:
"If Al wants to atone for his sins, shouldn't he compensate me first? I'm about to enter a digestive hibernation period. I became like this because of you..."
As he spoke, deep vortices formed in his ocean-blue eyes. Gu Zheyue wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled pitifully at the female insect: "Al, I'm more like a male insect now... Tell me, if the insect nest catches me, will they kill me... or lock me up in the breeding facility?"
…
Late at night, in a dark crevice of the insect nest, Artemanthys huddled stiffly inside, like a dead object, a faint blue shadow visible in his arms.
A few hours ago, the news of the escape of the Director of the Nest Cleaning Bureau and the assassination of the Miller family male insect spread, and the entire insect nest was in an uproar. Now, the streets and alleys of the insect tribe are almost filled with fully armed searchers, who are filled with righteous indignation and are determined to kill this vicious murderer on the spot.
Phew, 58 seconds left... Director Hall, who encountered such a big scene in his first prison break, was calmly planning in his heart that this perfect disguised person was about to escape the blockade.
Suddenly, the military female's intuition sent out a series of alarms. Artemantis felt an itch in his chest and he almost groaned, but subconsciously shrank his body inward.
Ugh! Here it comes again… Artemantis tried to catch his breath, but his body tensed up even more. After all, the biggest twist in the entire escape plan was none other than Saint Zachary, who was constantly playing tricks on him.
This "little monster" successfully broke the principles of the director of the Nest Cleaning Bureau and stole his soul. Then it hung on the female insect, spun a cocoon on the spot, and fell into an unconscious state of evolution.
As if sensing the presence of a distant, unfamiliar insect, the sexually disturbed Zachary sticky worm became even more aggressive. He used his lips and teeth to ravage the toy beside his pillow, engorging it with blood, then sucked and played with it. The owner of that unripe berry was clearly a virgin, yet she felt a chaotic, swollen sensation of being fed.
After an unknown amount of time, Artemantis, who was extremely nervous, managed to move to the next place to take a break despite this torturous interference. However, the military girl's legs had already begun to tremble.
Hmm - Artemanthys, who was dehydrated, began to feel dizzy. He could not help but armor his thoracogastric worms in an attempt to block the bone-eating itch, but the jellyfish tentacles that were wrapped in cocoons wrapped around him again blatantly.
Those tiny poisonous needles have now turned into delicate brushes that trigger passion. They keep hooking, rubbing, picking and pricking the gaps in the mantis's carapace, polishing this beloved toy inch by inch.
Under the stimulation of this dangerous and bizarre situation, yet unable to escape, Artemantis was on the verge of collapse, once again falling into a state of uncontrolled insect transformation. But this time, countless slippery tentacles wrapped around his three pairs of legs, leaving this aggressive alien insect species vulnerable to being slaughtered by "humans."
Under the effect of the paralyzing toxin, Artemantis's sharp mouthparts trembled and popped out, and his swollen and painful tongue slipped out of his mouth and drooped softly at the edge of his lips.
The clear nectar in his mouth flowed everywhere, gathering into a small pool at the base of his neck, which was then chased and eaten by the jellyfish.
"Ugh, no..." The female soldier's instinctive alarm was still struggling. He flapped his eyelashes with all his strength, trying to scare off the greedy predator on his body, but was bitten on the wet wing mole and then fell into the deep sea whirlpool.
A few whispers were faintly heard in the wind:
"Al, your thorn pricked me..."
"S-Sorry... uh—"
"It's okay, I'll always forgive Al..."
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