novelraw Chapter 603 521: Night of the Thorned Poison Path (6) [Double-Length]
Chapter 603 521: Night of the Thorned Poison Path (6) [Double-Length]
"*My child*, what are you saying*"
The loving, motherly voice appeared hesitant, and Chichu Chun abruptly left that space. In that brief instant, the voice turned into grief and anger.
"*No!* You can't do this**No!*"
Reality and illusion reversed in an instant, as an awakened Chichu Chun gasped deeply. Beside her, Xilin approached with a creepy grin, giving her a hug.
"How do you feel now?"
"The warmth of a mother is something this world has never given us."
"We are family."
"Family." Chichu Chun murmured.
A cold sensation withdrew from Xilin's body. The girl's eyes widened in disbelief as she reached her hand to the back of her neck, her form uncontrollably crumpling to the ground. The Spider Gu Fang pierced straight into the back of her neck, severing her spine.
A strong feeling of suffocation surged up, and she attempted to speak, but blood kept pouring into her throat.
After struggling for a while, Xilin's breathing gradually weakened, and she stared intensely.
Chichu Chun looked down at Xilin from above, until she was completely still.
Chichu Chun said nothing, using the Spider Gu Fang to forcefully slice open the back of the other's neck, finding no sign of 'Chang', which signified that Xilin was not a Chong Ghost but a member of the Syndicate, whose consciousness had once directly connected with the Eight-Spider Nest Mother.
Yet, she felt no abnormalities in that space, rather, aside from the strange warmth and sense of happiness, she neither revered the Eight-Spider Nest Mother nor feared that bizarre truth, remaining rational in her thoughts.
Under normal circumstances, even Fourth Tier or Fifth Tier, powerful Cleaners in connection with the "Mysterious" domain, would have their rationality somewhat affected when facing such a being.
But she did not,
she only felt that everything seemed familiar.
Chichu Chun shook her head, for her, none of this mattered anymore.
Even after leaving that space, she knew precisely the locations of all Syndicate members within a twenty-kilometer radius. She just needed to pay a small price to find them.
By the break of dawn tonight, for her, the hunt would just be starting.
Chichu Chun gently exhaled, 'Chang' crawled inside her body, submitting to her, slowly curling behind her spine like an organ resembling a neural center, coordinating her body's movements and enhancing her reflexes and environmental perception.
A cold piercing pain invaded from her limbs, Chichu Chun involuntarily closed her eyes slightly, groaning, as the cold rain fell from the sky, tracing her facial contours, and clusters of bubbles in her right eye aggregated into larger bubbles, finally turning into three pairs of pitch-black pupils, periodically distributed, automatically adjusting for focus.
The world became clearer in her eyes, the falling raindrops visible, fine scales grew sharply from her left arm, slowly clenching, the five claws sharpened, joints reversed, and her skin gleamed with an iron-like cold light, Chichu Chun sensed her body was gradually transforming closer to the Insect Race.
She felt a vague excitement; rather than evolution, it was the call of the bloodline, the long-dormant bloodline genes awakening within her, aimed at hunting the Insect Race of the same origin as her.
She was meant to be this powerful, merely 'Chang' had awakened her.
The commotion attracted nearby predators, showing no grief over Xilin's death, instead they crawled at Chichu Chun's feet, not only sensing the maternal aura but more so submitting to the oppression from a higher being on the young woman.
Chichu Chun was uncertain about her condition; she felt genuine pleasure from this submission, not because she was a higher being, but because she could freely hunt these inferior Insect Race lives.
She was a singular hazard, not needing the warmth of a collective, her purpose in controlling and utilizing these Insect Race was merely to hunt more of them.
Chichu Chun did not kill them; she emitted a spider's screech, low yet incredibly penetrating, attracting predators within kilometers, forsaking their siege on soldiers, converging in one direction.
"What's happening?" the surviving soldier murmured, deeply shocked by the scene before him.
Tens of thousands of predators ceased all activity; even when blood and flesh lay before their fangs, they moved in one direction. Body-mutilated, unable to act, predators collectively crawled on the ground, bowing towards the distance as if performing an ancient yet fresh ceremony.
More and more soldiers stood up, surrounded by countless fallen comrades, staring in one direction, while the command center's instruments crazily alarmed, all the soaring data pointing, hinting that a high-level Insect Race was born not long ago, causing all these anomalies.
"Patriarch, what should we do?" a confidant from the camp approached Thistle Xuedong.
A Nightmare Level exertion was comparable in danger to a high-level Insect Race; any high-level Insect Race possesses the ability to destroy settlements, further evolving themselves to enlarge their clan, becoming not inferior to the Prism Tier's Empress' Guard.
The appearance of a high-level Insect Race outside the city battlefield posed unspoken dangers; logically, Thistle Xuedong should intervene with swift measures to eliminate it or deploy an entire heavy brigade, but the issue is...