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"Wow~ Looks like I've found a kindred spirit here! Indeed, an explosion is a form of art—listen to that deafening sound, that blazing fire that lights up the sky and earth, you're clearly an expert!"
Okay, it seems it wasn't the Joker who did it.
Could it be that another group of people came here and started fighting with the mastermind behind it all?
Watching the animals suddenly panic and rush towards the explosion, the blind man took a deep breath of the scorching natural air and said in a low voice:
“Let’s go check out the place where the explosion happened. I have a feeling that we might be able to resolve everything tonight.”
"Oh, as expected of the man I chose! That's what I thought too, hehehe~"
The clown's ambiguous words made Yingyingying's eyes become subtle again, while the blind student was too lazy to care about these things at this point and pulled the chainsaw to run in that direction.
"Um...should we go with them, or go back and report to the boss?"
"Yes, I feel like this is something that we can't handle..."
It's no wonder they suddenly jumped up; such a violent explosion clearly indicated the arrival of another force. These gangs, who had just experienced a major battle, couldn't withstand another blow.
Putting aside the clown who terrified them, the scene of being surrounded just now really scared them.
"...Go check it out. I've already sent the photos and information to the BOSS through this teleportation crystal, and they're currently communicating with the government. Logically, this isn't our business anymore, but those people have close ties with the BOSS, and if we just leave, it will definitely lower our reputation with the BOSS. We'll help if we can, and if we can't, at least we'll collect their bodies."
After thinking for a while, the veteran decided to follow the blind students.
If we can solve it, we should do it; after all, that's a contribution.
If they can't solve the problem, they'll just run away. Anyway, the key information has already been passed out, and the BOSS won't punish them.
"Damn it, who are you? How did you find my hiding place?"
The old man, covered in dust, ran up from underground. Looking at the blasted rocks and the figures in front of him, he instantly awakened the natural guardians and elemental creatures that had been set up here, and asked warily.
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I'm at my grandma's house. I typed this chapter in an internet cafe. I really don't like this keyboard and this environment.
I'm going out to play tomorrow, so there won't be any updates. I'm asking for leave in advance.
Chapter 329 The Hungry Predator
"Who we are is not important. What matters is you! The former Grand Druid with the title of Hermit of the Forest—Ezekiel Pinewood Austin! I originally thought that you hadn't been affected by being away from home for so long, but I didn't expect that you would still be corrupted into a cultist."
The newcomers, backlit by the moonlight and wearing unusual masks, made it impossible to identify them.
Izzy Kil didn't particularly like their voices either, because they were electronically synthesized.
Unlike those old fogies, he wasn't entirely opposed to technology, but this was limited to medical tools and medicines for plants and animals, as well as agricultural applications.
He remembered that at the last gathering, he saw a reclusive druid in China, like a thief, sneaking around in a corner reading a novel, and his apprentice was doing the same.
There was no signal where the druids were meeting, so they couldn't go online and could only read some offline downloaded novels and watch videos.
For other factions, members attending the Druid Council are there to be punished.
(Some ascetics are excluded.)
why?
There was no internet, no electricity, no signal...
The toilets are all squat toilets!
The food is all naturally prepared, with only some naturally grown plants and refined salt used as seasonings. Only fruits, vegetables, and water are provided in unlimited quantities.
The only snacks and drinks available were dried fruit and freshly squeezed juice...
All of them are green, safe, and pollution-free products, so you can eat them with peace of mind.
Do you think this is over?
No, not yet!
Druids' meetings are as slow and decaying as trees.
They're all rather old-fashioned and conservative types. If anything goes slightly wrong, they'll give you a good scolding, then boast about the ancient glory and rules of the druids, then talk about the examples of those druid sages, and then show off their own life stories.
Oh my god! What they say is even smellier and longer than the foot bindings of those old women!
If it weren't for the fact that they were too afraid to fight or couldn't win, many people would definitely have stuffed their stinky shoes into the mouths of those old druids!
For many people today, this is hell on earth!
Although the introduction of new blood and changes in the times have made the Druids a little more open-minded...
"Pollution? I don't understand what you're talking about. Ever since I became a druid, I've never figured out the meaning of my existence. I've been blindly fulfilling my druidic duties, like a walking corpse..."
Whenever I think back on the time that has passed, Izekiel is filled with anger and regret.
Look at all the silly things I used to do!
Am I an idiot? I've wasted so much time, so much manpower and resources—
"But now it's different! Completely different!"
Ezekiel waved his hands excitedly in the air, shouting at the people hiding their identities in front of him, completely unaware of the danger he was in.
“There, I learned, I understood, I realized—it was something I never knew before, it was my life's mission, it was my birth obligation!”
He roared, but in reality he was secretly maneuvering the animals and plants to quietly approach the group of people underground.
He is now both fanatical and calm, with a ruthless cold-bloodedness hidden beneath his madness, and this cold-bloodedness only serves that madness.
"...Sigh, as expected, they've been completely transformed, there's no saving them now. Let's get straight to the point, how are those students doing now?"
The large, mysterious figure in the middle sighed, shook his head, and then posed a question to Izekiel.
The atmosphere suddenly became serious.
"...Students? Ah, you mean those sacrificial offerings? They—"
The grotesque, menacing vines tore through the earth, lashing out at them like venomous snakes devouring their prey, flashing like lightning.
The strange vines were covered with countless bizarre swarms of insects, piled together and creaking. Their tiny, densely packed eyes stared bloodthirstyly at the tall prey. The instant they broke free from the earth's constraints, some of them flapped their short wings and pounced on the person before them with a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Countless swarms of insects and vines continued to pour into the hole in the ground and on the surrounding ground.
"Of course it's wonderful! Those are important offerings, hahahahahaha—"
Izekiel chuckled disgustingly, as if he could already see these people being devoured by countless swarms of insects, leaving only a pile of white bones.
Let me see just how powerful the Hungry Eater that the people at Heart of the Swarm researched really is.
Then, Izekiel's smile froze on his face.
Just as the vines began to tear through the earth and the swarm of insects leaped through the air, they all collapsed to the ground as if they were carrying ten times the force of gravity.
The insect swarms on the ground and in the air were instantly doomed. The invisible gravity pressed them down to the ground. The insects on the ground were either crushed to death by the vines or smashed into mincemeat along with the falling insects.
"Paji——"
Suddenly, a large patch of meat paste appeared on the ground, and a disgusting smell spread, but the people present did not react to it at all.
"This force that suddenly weighs on me—it's gravity!"
Is this magic? Or supernatural power? Or a divine artifact?
Damn it, those guys from Heart of the Swarm were always bragging about how strong their Hungry Predators were, how come they got wiped out in an instant!
"These insects are hungry predators, right? You're probably thinking right now, why are the weapons that your Heart of the Swarm department always boasts about so fragile?"
The mysterious man's annoying synthesized voice pierced Izekiel's heart, making him even more annoyed and suspicious.
How did he know that I was thinking that way? Was it mind reading?
"You're probably thinking right now, do you know how to read minds? Don't worry about that. I can tell you with absolute certainty that I don't know anything about mind reading."
The mysterious man spread his hands out, then casually placed them behind his back, seemingly unconcerned about the original Great Druid in front of him.
"Actually, the druids in Heart of the Swarm were right in their claims. These hungry predators are excellent in terms of speed, lethality, reproductive capacity, and stealth. Many of us have fallen victim to these insects and died tragically."
Chapter 330 Do you...believe in gravity?
Did he die a horrific death?
These insects died a gruesome death, leaving not even a complete corpse.
Looking at the disgusting mass of flesh at her feet, Izekiel shrank back and hid behind the earth elemental golem.
"Sigh, does nobody believe the truth anymore? I'm telling the truth, the number of people who have died from starving predators is already in the double digits. Unfortunately, this time it's me—"
The mysterious man extended his hand from behind his back, pointed at Izekiel, and uttered something incomprehensible.
Do you... believe in gravity between people?
???
gravitational?
Is there attraction between people?
Are you trying to bully me, a druid, because I haven't read the books?
Or is this guy a lunatic?
Ezekiel looked at the mysterious man with a strange gaze, suspecting that the person in front of him had some mental issues.
"Hey, Captain. Look at this guy's eyes, hahahaha—"
At this moment, a tall, muscular, bear-like mysterious man next to him laughed, and several other mysterious men also seemed to chuckle.
"Sigh, it's quite a novel thing that I was mistaken for a lunatic by a crazy cultist. Let me clarify first, what I just said was not a joke."
The mysterious man in the middle shook his head, looking somewhat helpless.
But as he continued speaking, Izekiel was shocked to discover that her body was being drawn by a force, moving forward against her will.
What is this? Could it really be gravity?
"Nature's Wrath!"
As a high druid, Ezekiel was naturally not one to seek fame or fortune. He manipulated the surrounding natural elemental forces, and a massive bolt of lightning roared down, transforming into countless tiny silver snakes that slashed towards the mysterious figure.
"Faraday's Cage!"
Another petite, mysterious figure reacted quickly by activating a ring on her hand, instantly creating a metal cage above everyone's heads. Lightning struck the cage, but nothing happened to it.
A Faraday cage, with its outer shell grounded, can effectively isolate the cage from electric fields and electromagnetic interference from the inside and outside. The conductor outer shell "protects" its interior, preventing it from being affected by external electric fields. This phenomenon is called electrostatic shielding.
This technique was developed by the legendary Electromagnetic King, Michael Faraday, specifically to counter certain electromagnetic spells.
"What! Ugh, this sudden gravity—"
Ezekiel was dragged to the front of Faraday's cage. The immense gravity pressed down on his body, forcing the old man to kneel on the ground. The cracking sounds of his bones occasionally emanated from his body.
"Flesh and blood were everywhere—"
Ezekiel gritted her teeth, manipulating the mutated tissues and organs within her body. Needles made of flesh and bone shot out from the body's orifices with the contraction of her muscles—
However, before these needles had even flown halfway, they fell to the ground due to the powerful gravity.
“It’s no use, this is my territory now. Navi stays here, the rest of you go in and rescue those students—who’s over there? Come out!”
Before the mysterious captain could finish speaking, he suddenly turned to look at the woods beside him and shouted.
"Um, good evening... Have you eaten?"
The blind student, carrying a chainsaw, came out and saw several mysteriously dressed people in front of him. Then, looking at Izikiel kneeling on the ground with a pitiful expression, he blurted out the most common greeting in his country.
? ? ? ? ?
This person... is probably an idiot too.
"Uh, I've already eaten."
The captain also gave a silly answer to the blind student's question.
"oh......."
"Um......."