Chapter 137 The Prophet
"Ernest, what are you thinking about?"
Samuel's smile had not yet faded, his thin chest heaving slightly, his body too weak to even have the strength to laugh.
"I hope Your Majesty will eat more," Ernest replied. "I exist for Your Majesty."
The female bee has a strong recovery ability. Even if Your Majesty wants to eat one of his arms, he can grow it back quickly.
Samuel shook his head slightly, and with the tip of his fingertips, Ernest came to his side.
"Puppy, you are not food."
"But Your Majesty..."
At this time, Ernest saw Samuel sit up.
He looked at the tall stone gate in front of him in silence.
With a "bang", several silver threads climbed up the stone gate like cracks, and it suddenly opened to both sides.
A figure in a silver robe entered from the stone gate against the light.
"Prophet, how are you?"
Samuel laughed.
"Have you made up your mind?" The prophet ignored Samuel's greetings. As if finally remembering Samuel's current status, he slowly added the title, "King."
The Prophet's face was not old, but he had long silver hair that almost blended into the robe he wore all year round, making him look older.
This is the 'prophet' of the bee tribe.
The actual ruler of the temple.
He is also the male insect who raised Samuel from childhood to adulthood, and is regarded by Samuel as his father.
"You're still the same." Samuel ruffled his black curly hair.
The Prophet's almost silver-white pupils looked at Samuel on the throne, and silver tentacles instantly appeared in front of Samuel.
"I'm already an adult, why am I still being tested?"
Samuel suppressed Ernest, who was ready to attack at any time, and calmly blocked the attack.
That temptation contained no murderous intent, but also no emotion.
The Prophet's gaze rested on Ernest for a moment, then he looked at Samuel.
"Once you have made a decision, you should act decisively."
Samuel rested his chin on his hand, his golden eyes fixed on the 'Prophet'.
"If you do this, I will be very troubled."
There was no fluctuation in the Prophet's voice.
"Samuel, how much longer do you think your body can hold out?"
"I don't know." Samuel shrugged. "But I should live to see the fall of the temple."
The Prophet sneered.
"Samuel, you didn't call me here just to have a little conversation."
He scratched his palm with his sharp fingertips.
The smell of blood wafted in the air.
That strange smell of rust turned into a supreme delicacy in Samuel's nose.
Samuel stared at the 'prophet' under the altar, the golden ring in his eyes shining brightly.
An intense hunger swept over him, and he trembled uncontrollably all over.
Saliva kept secreting from his mouth, two sharp teeth broke his lower lip, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, but he was completely unaware.
——The soup he had been drinking was mixed with the flesh and blood of the 'prophet'.
As a carnivorous bee species, wasps naturally have more than just female wasps on their menu.
Female bees have low mental strength and cannot be considered top-quality food.
If we talk about the best ingredients, it is naturally high-level drones with strong mental power.
Therefore, in the entire dungeon, the most delicious thing for Samuel is this "prophet".
If we talk about mental strength, who can be as strong as this "prophet"?
What's worse is that Samuel knew how delicious this 'prophet' was.
He had tasted it more than once...
The 'prophet' stood at the foot of the altar, his feet did not move, his silver-white pupils staring calmly at Samuel.
"Come here, Samuel."
Samuel's body began to tremble violently.
He is so hungry.
He is really hungry.
That feeling of hunger tormented Samuel's body all the time, and even spread to his soul.
Even his soul felt empty and unsatisfied.
This kind of hunger is uncontrollable and difficult for those who have not experienced it to understand.
It was not a struggle of one's own willpower, but a material poverty imposed by the outside world, and the feeling of despair of not being able to find a single peanut even after searching all the land.
If it could relieve this hunger, Samuel would even be willing to cut open his abdomen and throw away all his internal organs.
"Samuel," the Prophet said, "you are a wasp by nature. You cannot resist your body's instincts."
"If you had eaten a few more female bees before, your situation would be much better than it is now."
He spoke in a gentle and persuasive manner, as if offering advice.
"Give up your meaningless resistance."
"Your life is more important than that of the rest of the bee tribe."
"You are the 'king' of the bee tribe. What the bee tribe has given you is far less than what you have brought to the bee tribe."
"Isn't there food right next to you?"
The Prophet's silver-white pupils reflected Ernest's body. The female bee seemed to be awakened and stood up quickly.
"He's not food!"
The golden light in Samuel's eyes shone brightly. He shook off Ernest's hand and staggered back two steps.
The Prophet sighed and watched Samuel raise his bony arms.
His sharp teeth had already bitten his lower lip to pieces, and if they had landed on that arm, it would have definitely ended up with skin and flesh torn apart.
The 'Prophet' lowered his eyes. He originally thought that the changes Barron described were real.
He thought Samuel was really ready to embark on the path of becoming a "king".
But now it seems that this child...
There has been no change.
The sound of teeth tearing flesh was particularly obvious in the silent bedroom.
The 'prophet' saw Samuel buried in the neck of the tall female insect.
Their heads and necks overlapped, like a pair of lovers in love, and the female bee's hands tightly grasped the male bee's neck.
Samuel's struggles became weaker and weaker, and finally he dug his fingers into Ernest's shoulders.
The smell of blood in the air became stronger.
The 'prophet' withdrew his gaze, and he got the answer he wanted to know.
If Samuel were smart enough, he would know that there are always many bees willing to sacrifice themselves for him.
Just like the bees who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the temple.
Crowds have no wisdom.
As long as the appearance is packaged beautifully enough, no one cares about the dirtiness inside.
But Samuel once again let him down.
Samuel was still resisting in vain—
He clearly wanted to resist, but he left a female bee with him.
He clearly wanted to suck blood and flesh, but he presented himself as extremely pure.
He couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart, but he couldn't resist the hornet's instinct.
If you are indecisive, you will hardly achieve anything great.
The 'Prophet' turned and left.
"The temple will free you from your chains."
"If you want to atone for your sins, then bless those worker bees."
"Your duty as a 'King' is not in vain."
.
The heavy stone door was closed, and the entire bedroom suddenly became dark.
Samuel buried his head in Ernest's neck, and the fishy and sweet blood kept flowing into his mouth.
His long black curly hair visibly changed from dry to shiny, flowing with a golden color in the bedroom where only a few lights were on.
Ernest's large and powerful right hand tightly clasped Samuel's neck, then gently inserted it into his hair.
His left hand was wrapped around Samuel's slender waist, gently soothing his breathing from top to bottom.
Samuel swallowed so quickly that Ernest was afraid he would choke.
a long time.
The sucking sounds gradually stopped.
The bedroom was eerily quiet.
A drop of scalding water fell on Ernest's back.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Ernest realized that it was not his own blood.
His blood did not have the power to make his skin burn and the insect patterns surge.
This is……
Your Majesty's tears.
"Your Majesty." Ernest cleared his hoarse throat, "This is my honor."
“Being your food is my life’s pursuit.”
"You are merely fulfilling the wishes of your followers."
"So, please don't..."
Please don't shed tears for him.
Samuel said nothing.
He raised his head slightly and found that Ernest still had his fingers inserted into his hair.
Ernest then realized his offense and dropped his hand stiffly.
Samuel stared at the bloody mess of the shoulder in front of him.
He liked Ernest's skin color very much. It was like black fertile soil nourished by the sun, containing endless vitality and hope, and always made him feel a primitive and pure beauty.
But at this moment, the black soil was destroyed by him, and the vitality contained in it was also torn apart. They became muddy and broken.
"Your Majesty." Ernest looked at the weak male insect in his arms with concern, his heart filled with great sadness.
He would rather endure ten thousand times more pain than see His Majesty show such an expression.
Samuel knelt in Ernest's arms, and the female bee was like a huge pillow, surrounding him completely.
"I feel very happy," Ernest said, "that a humble female insect like me can be of use to you."
"You may not understand my feelings." The female bee continued, "I even feel jealous of the 'Prophet'."
"If I were a male insect, I could provide more nutrients for Your Majesty."
"I'll become more delicious." Ernest's dark brown eyes were filled with sadness.
He could not make decisions on His Majesty's behalf, and he alone could not keep feeding the wasps.
If Your Majesty does not consume other bee species, there will be a day when you will completely decline.
Just like the 'prophet' said, it's just a matter of time.
"I'm sorry, Ernest." Samuel said softly.
"Of course not!" Ernest wanted to say something else, but saw that His Majesty had pushed him away.
His golden pupils were extremely calm, not as collapsed as Ernest had imagined.
"Did I scare you just now?"
Samuel lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist.
At this moment, the shackles on the limbs turned into silver-white light and disappeared in front of Samuel and Ernest.
Ernest looked at the points of light nervously. Samuel shook his head slightly. "Those were originally shackles forged by the temple's high priests using their spiritual power."
"This shackle was put on me by the 'Prophet'."
"He must also untie it for me."
That's why Samuel did this scene.
Samuel knew that this time, the 'prophet' had completely abandoned him.
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