My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 606 522: Night of the Thorned Poisonous Path (7) [Double Chapter]

"I'm so hungry..." Chichu Chun muttered.

The end of her massive spider abdomen suddenly pierced out, violently penetrating the woman's chest, forcefully tearing the throbbing, crimson heart from the cavity, slowly placing it into her hand.

The insect swarm surged forward, instantly devouring the woman's body entirely, not even leaving bone debris. The woman was also part of the Syndicate, though which number specifically, she couldn't quite remember anymore. She had killed so many in the Syndicate tonight.

This hunt would continue until she exterminated every Syndicate member.

Chichu Chun was drawn to the alluring scent, slowly lifting the crimson heart, placing it near her mouth. The sweet aroma emanating from it stimulated her taste buds and senses, causing her pupils to tremble, her vision entirely engulfed by the crimson hue.

A gunshot rang out, a bullet precisely severing her right arm.

"Ugh..." Chichu Chun clutched her arm tightly, her massive figure beginning to retreat. "It hurts, it hurts!"

Anger compelled her to look back, noticing a small special operations force that had appeared unnoticed, always maintaining a certain distance from her.

A few members stood in line not far from her, solemn and orderly; their full name was the Rosetta Mobile Task Force, dispatched only in handling events of the highest confidentiality level.

And this encirclement seemed to become her cage, soon the execution targeting her would commence.

This shot was fired by Thistle Xuedong. If the woman made up her mind, she could quickly resolve Chichu Chun in her current state, but she didn't. The decision-making command had been issued; she needed to prove before dawn that Chichu Chun still possessed rationality and could control her actions, or else she would personally become her executioner.

Of course, the decision-making command also involved Chichu Qiu's intentions.

Perhaps the young man had long contemplated this day, if his sister truly lost control, as an elder brother and as Patriarch Chichu, he must make a rational choice.

Pain slightly dimmed the crimson in Chichu Chun's vision, she hung her head, panting heavily, her broken hand swiftly healing.

This was a choice she made herself, no matter the result, she would bear the consequences alone.

This wasn't a decision made on impulse.

Over six months, she followed the woman, often making close contact with the Insect Race. She followed the researchers studying these creatures and even to master their language, consulted countless related texts and tried privately communicating with them.

She knew early on, the blood coursing through her veins shared some commonality with the Insect Race, not only her but even Chichu Hong and many others from the main family were like this. Her bloodline was far more noble compared to ordinary Insect Race, the blood of those inferior insects would even be attracted by her aura, willingly gathering around.

Within the Insect Race is a massive hive network, their wills interconnected. Does this imply, whether she too possesses the possibility to join this hive?

If she could share the hive's vision, she could find all Syndicate members hidden among the masses, and quickly grasp the movements of the Insect Race, reducing many unnecessary sacrifices, saving more people...

And not long ago, a person called 'March' proactively contacted her, though their intentions weren't disclosed initially, it started with casual chatter until once, learning she was studying the Insect Race's language, they mentioned being very familiar and began guiding her step by step, correcting her past mistakes until Chichu Chun fully mastered how to communicate with the Insect Race.

The person also seemed familiar with her, as if knowing what she wanted to do, speaking of things related to 'Chang'...

Only then did she realize,

Chichu Hong also harbored a Chang within.

She'd witnessed the woman's formidable presence in battle and once aspired to bear the title of Battlefield Rose.

Now thinking back, March's words seemed to carry some mind-bending ability, she'd doubted the person's identity, but such suspicion and caution fainted with every word spoken gradually. Eventually, she didn't even subconsciously question the rationality of their words.

The person indeed didn't lie.

Chang couldn't control her mind, connecting with Chang allowed slender threads of consciousness to commune with the Eight-Spider Nest Mother, awakening her own bloodline.

But March didn't tell the truth either.

Chang would continuously bewilder and devour her rationality, accepting such low-bloodline Chang would induce her body to undergo incomplete evolution, teetering on the edge of losing control as she was now.

Chichu Chun shook her head, ceasing random thoughts, turning her focus on searching for the Syndicate in the nearby vicinity.

A slight force from several pairs of blue-black spider legs, and she leaped hundreds of meters, vanishing at the mountain's boundary.

"Follow her, ensure she's within our control range." Thistle Xuedong saw the girl leaving, slightly relieved, decisively continued commanding.

Every member of Rosetta was an elite, beneath their combat attire was the released Divine Gift. They all nodded in agreement, leapt up, figures streaking toward the girl's direction swiftly.

In the running pursuit, Chichu Chun intentionally led the Insect force to rescue encamped armies along the path, decisively striking upon finding Syndicates.

Somewhere in the battlefield, soldiers witnessed an immense insect shadow descend from the sky, a moving tank explosively crushed into scrap metal, sharp claws tearing through its outer armor, the bewildered driver's terrified gaze exposed, claws piercing through the chest.

Chichu Chun hoisted this Syndicate member high into the air, forcefully tossing them aside, deep growls echoed under the blood-stained sky.

"Don't fire, she's the Young Master!" A nearby soldier shouted to halt his companions.

"But she killed our people, she's now a mindless monster!"

Chichu Chun was hit by a flying artillery shell, flames exploding on her shoulder, the pain contorting her face, roaring back, a casual swing flipping several armored vehicles, a scene of sheer brutality shocking all soldiers, none dared act further.

She too growled deeply, leaping into the swarm, fiercely swinging blades, cold light extending from her arm, its end retracting behind her elbow, from afar resembling a giant scythe, where it passed the swarm was cleaved in two.

The swarm piled under her feet more and more, eventually forming a small mountain of insect bodies, ink-green blood saturating the soil, only that blood-soaked form within the swarm remained tirelessly slaughtering. Blood repeatedly splashed into Chichu Chun's eyes, she growled twice, fiercely stomping on a Poisonous Torture War Chariot, colliding with a Predator Beast, her giant scythe descending, casting vast crimson light.

Her every swing reaped bodies from the Insect Race, prolonged slaughter not dulling her senses, instead feeling her cold body increasingly longing, quivering, eager to break free from its massive abdomen prison.

The rusty taste pervaded her throat, then spread to her vision, the scene before her morphing into a fragmented painting, from which a corner trickled fresh crimson, dyed by it, that crimson spreading from the corner until the entire scene filled with blood and fire.

Wave after wave of Insect Race lunged, extinguished beneath the dark red scythe shadow.

Chichu Chun stood atop the iron and fire wilderness, loudly howling, under pure black sky, the girl letting loose years of suppression; she didn't know if she'd truly lost control, nor if she was imprisoned within this insect body or whether this monster form finally tore through her skin, emerging from deep within.

Fierce wind and rain lashed at her incomplete form, she roared, slaughtered, then roared again, killed once more, savoring the tumultuous urge before complete loss of control. The girl opened her arms, the stones of order and rules broke before her, from them surged wind with grit, she finally found a wild cave in this iron desert.

At least for this moment, the cave was silent, no one would disturb her anymore...

No telling how long passed, Chichu Chun gasped heavily, standing atop the insect-hewn Corpse Mountain, laughing wildly, never had she felt so free.

A deep scar marred her spider abdomen, a crater created by artillery shell explosion, prolonged battle reducing her regenerative ability to its minimum, new granulation tissue slowly crawling.

Chichu Chun couldn't distinguish whether the blood on her was hers, the Insect Race's, or the Syndicate's. In the fire and rain, amidst the scorched earth of Ash Burning, war machines silently burned, cries and laments echoed under a leaden sky, adding final notes to this somber-toned painting.

Upon witnessing pairs of wary, complex, regretful gazes, Chichu Chun's cloudy eyes gradually cleared.

She would disappoint many.

She hadn't managed to maintain rationality in this state like an anime protagonist.

Instead, she had completely lost control.