Chapter 156 Arrow
Before the female bee could finish her words, the porcelain jar in her hand was suddenly splashed with water.
The guard bee reacted quickly and spread its wings, using its body to block the blood.
This bee kicked the ground with its hind legs and took advantage of the chaos to fly into the sky.
The guard bees spread their wings and gave chase.
Another group of guard bees gathered around Samuel, ready to escort him away first.
The next moment, Samuel saw the female bee turn around and swoop down.
There was a loud "bang".
A huge blood flower was reflected in Samuel's golden pupils.
The female bee exploded before his eyes.
His grim smile was torn into countless pieces in an instant.
Then, his voice slowly entered Samuel's ears.
——"Your Majesty, am I delicious?"
At that moment, it seemed as if all the sounds had faded away.
The bloody smell overwhelms the sweet fragrance of spring wine.
Screams were heard everywhere.
Samuel was pressed into Ernest's arms.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that Ernest's transparent wings with golden patterns had turned bright red.
There are still some fragments of tissue left on it.
Almost all the bees around were covered in blood.
Samuel felt a spot of water on his face that gradually turned cold.
He stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly.
Then he looked at his fingertips.
It's bright red blood.
A golden halo shone from his eyes.
Absorb the soul.
"Your Majesty is going to eat people!!!"
"Run!"
Not far away, the bees dancing around the campfire were in panic.
Most of the female bees spontaneously protected the male bees behind them and evacuated quickly.
Samuel felt extremely sick.
He wanted to vomit, but nothing came out.
The torn face finally gradually overlapped with the image sealed in his mind.
Samuel is face-blind.
But his memory is very good.
It was so good that he still remembered the scene when he found those bodies.
Among them is a female bee guard, and she looks like this.
His flesh and bones had been torn apart, but he still had his last breath.
But the moment Samuel appeared in the room, his deep-set eyes looked at him.
That face...
It turns out that this is what the face looked like when it was intact.
Samuel was stunned for a moment.
He began to tremble unconsciously.
The scene in his memory made him feel terrified and disgusted.
The smell of blood was as strong as it was that day.
At that time, Samuel discovered something was wrong with himself.
His mental power gradually changed from blue to gold, while his hair turned from gold to black.
But all this did not bring any side effects. On the contrary, his mental power became quite surging.
Even the spring of Jiudiequan is becoming fuller and fuller.
Along with this change, there were also the occasional priests who came in.
Samuel could see the deep blue fear in their spirits.
What are they afraid of?
Is it because my hair and eye color have changed?
Samuel was a little skeptical because he had never heard of the bee tribe's eye and hair color suddenly changing.
So, when the 'Prophet' came, he raised questions.
The Prophet did not answer.
He reached out and touched Samuel's curly hair, which had a dark golden sheen.
After a long while, he whispered.
"Maybe you are like that."
Samuel never mentioned it again.
But Samuel's questions didn't stop there. He had always been inquisitive.
He noticed that before and after his eye and hair color changed, only the food changed.
So will the problem be with that bowl of soup?
But Samuel couldn't enter and leave the bedroom freely, and he didn't know what was in the bowl of soup.
Samuel suddenly said after a strange priest brought him soup.
——"I'm still a little hungry."
——"Can you give me another bowl?"
In that moment, Samuel clearly saw the priest's fear.
You don't even need to look at his mental strength, just look at his eyes.
The priest quickly came to his senses and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Then, he ran out as if there was a ghost chasing him.
Why?
Samuel wondered.
His mental power pulled out an extremely thin thread, which gently attached itself to the distracted priest.
The priest walked in many twists and turns.
Samuel's mental power also went in twists and turns.
Until he disappeared behind a stone door.
Samuel remembered that location.
He waited and finally found a suitable opportunity again.
He walked briskly in the winding tunnel, looking back from time to time.
But in fact, Samuel knew that with the sharpness of his mental power, if there were bees behind him, he would discover it quickly.
He came behind the stone gate.
He checked and found no signs of fluctuations in his spiritual sea.
So he boldly transformed his mental strength into hard tentacles and pried open the lock.
He went in.
Then he saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.
After he went in, the bee died.
But perhaps because he saw his enemy, his eyes never closed from beginning to end.
Samuel stared stiffly at the pot in front of him.
He did not kill these bees.
——But they all died for him.
It’s all because of him!
All because he is a wasp!
.
All the scenes turned into shadows in Samuel's eyes.
He was back in the nightmare again.
The bright bonfire turned into burning wood under the pot.
Only this time, there were a lot more bees standing in the blood.
He has...
Have you ever eaten so many bees?
Samuel thought dully.
He suddenly couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.
Are the prophecies we saw before really reality?
The warmth he felt during this period was just a dream after he committed a heinous crime.
Maybe there was a gap in his memory.
He did...eat so many bees.
Otherwise, why would there be blood on their bodies?
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!"
A distant voice came, and Samuel looked up.
Then I saw a tall figure.
Although he had no face, just a blurry black shadow.
But Samuel still recognized who he was.
——It’s Ernest.
He is the only female bee that is this tall and strong.
"Did I eat you too?"
Samuel reached out and touched his face.
"No, sire, no!"
Ernest denied it.
Samuel was sad.
Does the puppy still have this personality even after it dies?
"How long have you been... eaten by me?"
He asked.
How long, Samuel wondered, had he persisted?
Did he eat the puppy very late?
Why didn't the puppy kill him before he made a big mistake?
——Is it because the puppy is dead?
"Your Majesty! You did us no harm!"
"Have you forgotten?!"
The shadow held Samuel's shoulders firmly.
He leaned close to Samuel's ear and whispered a word.
His voice slowly entered Samuel's slow brain.
Samuel took a moment to react, then gradually understood what he was saying.
"Yeah?"
He confirmed again.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Please believe me!"
"You didn't hurt us!"
Ernest's grip tightened.
Samuel's body gradually relaxed.
He stretched out his arms and hooked them around the shadow's neck.
"Is that so..."
.
In Samuel's consciousness, he thought he had been running in the dark for a long time.
But in reality, he was just distracted for a moment.
He opened his eyes and looked at his raging mental power.
Those golden mental tentacles circled wildly in the air like out-of-control snakes.
They chased the panicked bees.
Samuel raised his arms.
The turbulent mental power instantly turned into golden raindrops, falling gently.
The soothing spiritual power quickly calmed the frightened bees, and they stared blankly at the source of the spiritual power.
Samuel let out a long breath.
“Bring Gibran here.”
He said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
The guard bees quickly took action.
Samuel also left the bloodstain.
He could still smell the scent of blood.
But it won't get out of control.
In fact, the Prophet said something very right.
[If you had eaten a few more female bees before, your situation would be much better than it is now.]
When the wasp is well-fed and well-watered, its attack power does decrease a lot.
Samuel held Ernest's hand tightly.
No one would have thought that his antidote was right next to him.
.
Gibran was soon brought over.
The high priest's status is indeed high, but for the guard bees, they only have one master.
He was forced to kneel before Samuel.
The high priest shook off the guard bees' hands the moment they let go.
"Who are you to touch me—"
He looked up at Samuel fiercely.
"Why?"
Samuel asked.
Seeing the blood stains on Samuel's face, Gibran grinned.
"How is it? They are brothers, so they should taste similar!"
"You should know best, Samuel!"
"I raised him for so long, just to wait until today!"
"I didn't expect that."
Gibran sneered, his voice suddenly rising: "It seems that you usually eat a lot!"
"Let these bee tribes see what kind of devil their 'king' they worship is!"
"You're a golden ringed vesper, how could you possibly resist this smell?!"
"Is it because the female bee's blood isn't fragrant enough?"
As he spoke, he took out a sharp knife and pointed it at his wrist.
But Gibran still hesitated.
He knew that for wasps, male wasps with full spirits were the best food rather than female wasps.
And he himself was a high priest.
He just wanted to reveal Samuel's true colors and didn't want to become his meal.
What if Samuel, the wasp, really loses control after his blood flows out?
At this moment, a silver arrow broke through the air.
In an instant, it pierced Gibran's heart.
Bright blood flowers exploded in Samuel's eyes again.
Amidst the splattering blood, Samuel could clearly see the shape of the long arrow.
Even if it crumbles into silver snow in an instant.
It was a long silver-white arrow.
Shiny.
Cold.
Just like the spiritual power of the 'prophet'.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
