Chapter 81
That single thread of spirit seemed to break free from an indestructible cocoon, bursting through the eggshell, and quickly grew and transformed, with countless threads emerging at once.
The pain was indescribable, causing Hill to tremble and curl up in agony. Countless voices screamed in his mind: "Shrink back, shrink back, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
But no, it can't be. For the first time, the fragile male insect seemed to have such a persistent thought. He was no longer afraid of pain, but instead did everything he could to let those trembling, shivering spiritual threads protrude and suddenly pierce into a blank space in the dark forest.
There seemed to be nothing there, and for a moment Hill thought his perception was wrong.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Two seconds later, ripples suddenly appeared on the calm lake surface, as if a pebble had been thrown into the still water.
A strange female insect staggered out of the lake, her face deathly pale, as if she had lost all color in an instant, her eyes twisted with pain.
The sharp pain at that moment forced the powerful female insect to revert from its cloaked state.
The male insect's spiritual energy is the best replenishment for the female insect, and the thing she desires most. But once it turns into an attack, the pain is a devastating blow from the inside out.
This was a female insect with a strong will and unwavering determination. Despite the excruciating pain, she only staggered slightly before charging towards Hill.
Hilgard's mental state was not right. He had helped Nathaniel through his second advancement and knew very well that Hilgard had broken through the mental shackles and only needed to be marked by the female insect to completely cross the S-rank barrier.
Nathaniel has never set foot in the S-class, a position he still deeply regrets.
If all his brothers reach S-rank while he remains the only one who hasn't, his ranking will become a thorn in Nathaniel's side, and Nathaniel might blame him for it. This would also be extremely detrimental to the competition for the Insect King.
He endured the excruciating pain and launched a fierce attack.
Why not? Still not working? Tears welled up in Hill's eyes, his lips were bright red, and beads of sweat were already dripping from his nose.
The moment the mental threads broke through the eggshell, his pheromones surged several times over, his body became even more aroused, and the part of him in contact with Celt rapidly rose to a scorching temperature, almost burning his reason into mush.
Mark it, it's about to begin.
The female insect was so fast that in the blink of an eye, Hill was already surrounded by sharp claws, about to pierce his throat.
Hill groaned and closed his eyes in fear, instinctively gripping Celt's muscular shoulders, trying to hide himself inside.
Even with my eyes closed, I'm still manipulating the mental threads; even a little resistance is good.
"You—"
A voice of resentment suddenly came from in front of him, a voice that encompassed anger, despair, and hatred, but he could no longer utter a complete sound.
Celt's bone wings severed his throat, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.
At the same time, Celtic suddenly turned around and fiercely attacked Hessen.
Their equally sharp claws crossed in the air, sparking bloody flames. Their disguised eyes suddenly met Celt's, making it impossible for the insect to discern the emotions in his eyes.
Celt nearly wiped out all the female insects he had ambushed, but he was inevitably injured while protecting the male insects. He was no longer at his peak. Hesen, who was conserving his energy, was severely injured by Hill first. In this way, for the two female insects to determine a winner, any slight deviation could affect the outcome of the battle.
A faint smile appeared on Hessen's lips. He still had his other hand; Celtic needed to hold Hilgard.
He wanted to attack himself—
A strong sense of crisis made Hill tremble, and the next moment he found himself falling rapidly.
Celtic let him go—
Hill's pupils widened instantly as he stared in disbelief at the sky. The dark purple dome was empty except for endless clouds, which looked like a pair of black eyes staring back at him.
He was falling, his body enveloped by the wind. The male insect had not evolved wings, and he would die.
When faced with a true life-or-death situation, did Celtic abandon him?
Celtic--
"What a decisive female insect." The disguised mechanical voice had a strange, mutated quality as he reached for Celt's heart with his other hand.
But unexpectedly, Celt didn't engage him directly. Instead, he abandoned his defenses and his insect claws struck Celt's face with unparalleled sharpness.
Hessen's pupils contracted to slits; it was too close, too late—
The disguise on her face was ripped off in an instant, and after a crackling sound of electricity, the true face of the female insect was exposed without any cover. Hesen felt a stinging pain in his cheek, and blood slowly slid down his jaw.
Celtic saw his face and scratched it!
Why were Celtic's eyes completely unsurprised? Did he seem to have anticipated it? Was it absolute composure, or did he truly know?
He must die!
"Beep beep—General, the Annihilation-class device has completed charging—"
Brandon's voice came through my ear.
Hessen did not retaliate, and used the palm strike from Celt to retreat into the forest.
Everything here will be razed to the ground. He can run, but Celtic has to go save Hilgard, and he won't make it in time.
A chilling glint flashed in Hesen's eyes. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face and left decisively, without lingering for a fight.
A second before he fell, the female insect swooped down from the ground, its dark and menacing bone wings expanding infinitely in Hill's eyes. Finally, the wings closed and caught him. Hill's long hair swept across the ground, bringing with it droplets of dew.
Celtic--
He wanted to call out the name, but only a weak hum came out. His body was completely out of control. His legs were pressed tightly together, but he unconsciously curled up and rubbed his knees against the female insect's hot body.
He needs it so badly, so very badly, he needs it tightly, very tightly.
"call........"
But is it not enough now? A huge white light gathered in the sky, a merciless and cold color, a color that could devour all life.
Celtic had already reached its maximum speed, and just before it could escape the range of the Annihilation Weapon, the white light descended like the end of the world.
Celt abruptly stopped during his rapid flight, his cold, gray eyes staring straight into Hill's eyes.
Are you scared?
Confused, the young male insect shook its head, nuzzling against the female's chest with affection, exhaling hot breath: "No...no..."
I am not afraid, whether it was six years ago or now, I am not afraid.
Before the devastating white light descended, Celt did not flee again, but instead lowered his head and took in Hill's breath.
So heavy, so heavy, his breath was completely taken away. Tragically, he didn't want to push the female insect away at all. Instead, he eagerly hugged the female insect's neck and hoped to be plundered even more deeply.
The throat was eaten, the whole worm was eaten.
Fear not death before the end of the world, think of nothing, have no fear, only each other and only each other, and become entangled in endless entanglement before the destruction of the entire universe.
It's so hot, so warm, so scalding, so comfortable. I want it to stay like this forever, and never leave.
Even if it means death, hold me tight. Stepping back even a fraction of an inch is your capital offense.
A sudden burst of white light leveled the entire forest, and in this darkness, half the planet was as bright as day, with trees and forests within a radius of several kilometers reduced to ashes.
“General—” Brandon caught Hessen’s swaying body in mid-air. A horrifying bloodstain appeared on his handsome and gentle face, ruining his original refined demeanor.
"Never mind me, are they dead?"
He had been seen by Celtic, and he absolutely would not allow Celtic to live.
Brandon, however, couldn't even care less about the matter. He said anxiously, "General, Gust is here! The First Army has arrived on Nuka! We don't have time to leave—"
——
For a long, long time, he was almost suffocating to death, but why wasn't he sad?
He was a withered plant, deprived of his breath, possessed and plundered, yet it seemed as if he had been given water to nourish him, every branch and leaf saturated with moisture. He felt so happy and content. Why did it stop?
Don't you like him anymore? Why don't you keep watering him?
Or is it because they're all dead? If they're dead, would they still be dissatisfied? Would they still be unhappy?
The male insect, already in a state of confusion, thought aggrievedly, "I am the delicate plant that needs the female insect's care, watering, leaf stroking, loosening of the soil, kissing, and praise."
He opened his eyes shakily. The night sky was still pitch black, but perhaps he had gotten used to the darkness and saw more details.
The blood-soaked female insect hovered above him, its back stained with a pool of blood. He was tightly wrapped beneath her body, the female insect shielding him from all attacks and ensuring his safety.
Blood dripped down, landing on his body, which was stripped bare and shredded by the aftershocks, scalding his fragile skin and causing it to tremble uncontrollably.
"Hmm..."
The female insect was just as resolute and powerful as it had been six years ago, with bulging muscles that were firm and strong, shoulder blades like drawn bows, and bulging veins with crisscrossing scars and dried bloodstains.
He was surrounded by a deep blue sky, filled with a faint fragrance—a familiar floral scent, a familiar deep blue.
Six years ago, Celtic placed him in this plant, which is tens of meters tall, with a huge ice-blue flower bud. It only blooms for an hour at midnight each day, and closes its bud at other times to prevent any living thing from entering.
The blooming flowers were in their reproductive period, emitting a seductive and alluring fragrance that tempted insects. He slept soundly inside the flower buds, his body glistening with sweat.
In a hazy dream, he saw a snow-covered plain covered in ice and snow, where a female insect with an indistinct face kissed every inch of his body, kissing his hair, his calves, and his fingertips.
The kisses fell like snowflakes all over his body. He loved it so much and wanted to be possessed and loved like this forever.
Now, the female insect, whose face was previously blurred, finally has a clear appearance.
He had deep-set features, cold and indifferent eyes, bronze skin, and a gaze that seemed devoid of emotion. His muscular physique was smooth and undulating.
"ah......."
He couldn't help but reach out to touch the real insect, rather than the illusory shadow.
He was right in front of him; it wasn't a fleeting dream he had six years ago.
The male insect couldn't help but bend one leg, and Celtic's bloodstained hand precisely gripped the back of his snow-white knee.
The male insect, already an adult, once again experienced the long-lost growth pains. Accompanied by these mysterious growth pains, the spot that had been unable to heal for half a year began to tremble and sprout from the soil.
Just like six years ago, he was inspired by the flower buds of the reproductive plants. When the dark blue flower buds opened, he saw the suspended female insect for the first time. She was powerful, cold, and in control of everything.
That was his first stirring of emotion.
Author's Note:
Baby is getting better! [starry-eyed]
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