Chapter 471: Chapter 339: Growing Suspicions (Part 2)
We both almost simultaneously climbed onto the insect’s head. The six legs of the insect posed considerable resistance to us, with sharp spikes on them. Getting poked by one was quite... uncomfortable.
Little Red’s experience was probably similar to mine; the spikes wouldn’t cause it real harm, but getting poked occasionally disrupted its climbing movement. It didn’t hurt, but got in the way.
Using Karmic Fire now, others couldn’t see it, but if someone asked where the insect went, it would be hard for me to explain.
As long as it doesn’t endanger anyone else’s life, using conventional methods to explain it will leave me with fewer problems later.
"Buzz..." The giant insect emitted a buzzing sound; it stopped flapping its wings, and all the small insects flew back.
I urged Qinghan and the others to hurry and hide, but the small insects didn’t chase them, instead they all swarmed around the giant insect.
This big one was surely the leader of the insects. When it encountered danger, the insects didn’t care about breeding and rushed to save it.
As the small insects approached, I raised the Hook Stick and relentlessly jabbed at the giant insect’s eye. It opened its mouth, wanting to bite me, with teeth looking like cavities. I jumped to its head, stabbed my dagger into its skull, and it painfully shook its head, howling at the sky, but couldn’t shake me off like sticky candy.
Little Red followed my command earnestly, viciously stabbed at the other eye of the giant insect.
Its arm got bitten by the giant insect, causing me concern, fearing its arm might get severed and wouldn’t have a place to get a new one. The material for its skin and body parts would be hard to find in today’s world.
But in reality, nothing happened to it. The arm got flattened but not broken, and as the insect opened its mouth, Little Red quickly pulled back its arm, which then returned to normal.
It’s no wonder it can live for thousands of years. Its creators have all died, yet it still operates normally for a reason.
The two of us collaborated to blind the giant insect. Actually, the wind resistance at its head was minimal. The giant insect was heavily injured, its wing-flapping rate was completely messed up, unable to align its direction, and began to fly erratically in mid-air.
The small flying insects followed it, sometimes in a straight line, sometimes in a V-shape, wanting to bite Little Red and me but never finding the right timing.
When they were just about to bite, the giant insect changed positions, causing the insects to buzz incessantly, like a thousand flies yelling slogans.
As long as they didn’t knock us down, the attacks on the giant insect wouldn’t cease. I used cruel methods, directly lifting its skull.
Engaged in a live burning of insect brains, of course, I only burned a few wire-shaped wounds in the insect’s brain. Its brain tissue clustered together, and in this place without a forensic expert, determining its fatal cause of death would be challenging.
Little Red showed no mercy either, hanging behind the giant insect’s brain, using the Hook Stick to stab the spot connecting the insect’s brain and body, aiming to sever its central connection.
Occasionally, a small insect crashed into me, trying to bite me in the process, I let them be, as they couldn’t hurt me.
But soon I realized this was no good; although they couldn’t injure me, they could damage my clothes.
The giant insect crashed to the ground; I decisively incinerated the small insects around me.
The other small insects saw their ’boss’ was finished but did not advance heroically seeking revenge. Instead, they scattered in panic.
As for those I burned away, fleeing insects would not care, and rescued humans wouldn’t know.
Little Red and I landed in the sand, rolling a few times before standing up. I initially worried about holes in my clothes, fearing others might notice I got bitten but was unharmed.
Now, covered in dust like a terracotta warrior, they likely wouldn’t notice holes in my clothes, as the giant insect collapsed and the dust it stirred gradually settled.
At this time, Gu and Wang Le supported each other and walked out of the cave. Wang Le erupted in cheer upon seeing the giant insect’s corpse.
Gu’s leg, mostly healed by Little Red, was crippled again, but seeing he could still stand up and walk, he surely wasn’t seriously injured.
Miss Tang followed beside Qinghan, seemingly wanting to support him. He got blown away by the fan just now, and I intended to tease him, because he was ’frail’. But Doctor Du didn’t give me the chance to speak, she hurried over, inspecting me from top to bottom.
"Hey, hey? Doctor Du, what are you doing? Be mindful of your conduct."
"Shut up, do you really think you’re Jingang Huluwawa? Let me check if you’re hurt."
