Unlike its frenzied relatives who had been starving for millennia, it was remarkably cautious.
It concealed its existence by using its own kind, hiding among them.
Of all the dangers of the "Saints' Rebellion," this one was not a high priority and was not addressed by the Watchers' Saints immediately.
It was not hungry, having been provided for by its tribe; it longed for something else.
It craves destruction!
The instincts in our blood have been suppressed for far too long; they need a grand catharsis!
"I am the terminator of mortals!"
"I am Judgment Day!"
The closer it got to mortals, the more wildly its blood surged. It could no longer control its inner turmoil and roared:
"No!"
There's no point in hiding it anymore; it's too late!
Then it roared!
"I am the Great Cataclysm!"
right!
I am the Great Cataclysm!
Roar!!!
It no longer bothered to conceal itself, letting the swarm of insects roar along with it.
"Tch...cough cough."
At that moment, its mind was in turmoil when it heard a sneer from Bengbu.
!!
"Who is it?!"
The swarm became chaotic, revealing a corner of its enormous form.
But just as it roared in anger, that voice echoed deep within its soul.
He said:
"Sorry, I couldn't help it."
"My hearing isn't very good, what did you just say?"
With a mocking tone, the voice asked curiously:
"Are you saying you are... a big... change?"
The Swarm's Saint: ? ? ?
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