Chapter 621: Trumpet

There is such a sentence in the prayer that the deity is watching us all the time. But at this moment, these noble priests have forgotten the words that should have kept them on alert.
Bran, who was watching all this in Northland City, had already begun to be impatient. The performance of these people disappointed him. They didn't seem to know how to go forward and forget what sacrifice is.
Venus is nothing but a trivial rehearsal to prepare for subsequent large-scale operations. However, this group of wastes has not succeeded in success, and has more than failed.
Bran now realizes that the priests with reason and emotion are far from what he expected. He needs a group of creatures that can truly uphold their will, hard, rigid, and unmoved by foreign objects.
Lily looked at her little brother who was talking but stopped, "What's the matter?"
"I have something to tell you." Bran stretched out his hand. "Some things you might ignore."
Lily snorted, "Go ahead, what else needs to be exposed?"
"You know, I bred a batch of wild bees more than ten years ago. I just noticed that they seem to multiply a bit faster."
"Don't say things like'just now', and I won't believe them. Tell me directly about their scale."
Along with the buzzing sound, clouds of smoke rose up in the northern city and even the barren continent.
"Ten years ago, I envied your swarms very much. So I started to cultivate them, not to imitate, but to accumulate materials.
Now, it’s time to use them..."
...
In the camp of Venus Star, the sacrifice performed by a group of onlookers amphibians has not yet dispersed. Suddenly there was the sound of a horn in the sky. It was low and long, with a melancholy meaning of farewell.
A wisp of smoke came out gently, and then quickly expanded, and it was overwhelming in the blink of an eye. Accompanied by a deafening roar, it poured down like a torrent, rushing towards those Gobi wanderers.
This mighty attack, in the eyes of others, was hitting a rock with a pebbles, because the swarm of bees never saw any effect. But they have always moved forward, without any retreat or confusion.
These fragile creatures used their actions to explain the meaning of self-defeating.
Many people in the camp understood it, and their complexion became pale, as if thinking of their own destiny. But a very small number of them showed a trace of excitement and yearning.
The roar gradually turned into a high and low hum, and it didn't take long for the hum to gradually fade...
Outside the camp, the wanderers crushed over a thick layer of corpses, making crackling noises; inside the camp, people looked at each other in silence.
When the last wild bee fell, several ink whirlwinds suddenly appeared. They wandered around, swept the swarm of corpses silently. Then it disappeared suddenly as it appeared.
Without the interference of the swarm corpses, the rogue ran more freely.
Is this over?
Is this over? Lily looked at Bran suspiciously...
"Wait a minute! The good show is yet to come..."
As time passed, many little wizards in Double Wing City couldn't wait any longer, and they ran to Bran and looked at him eagerly.
At this time, Bran's tone changed again, "What am I doing? It's useless to be anxious!"
Yeah, it's useless to worry!
Bran finally said something that could be called the truth.
Until Xi Rui appeared next to Bran holding Huahua, "What's the matter?"
Bran scratched his head, "Life needs to be nurtured. This is what I learned when I became a seed more than ten years ago."
"Oh, what then?"
"It takes time to conceive."
"Oh, what then?"
Bran looked at Shiri and blinked, "Sometimes, understand?"
"Oh, got it! Even you don't know how long it will take, or even if it can be born."
Lily frowned slightly, "Why don't you shape directly like the heroic soul you gave me years ago."
"The Heroic Soul is a complete individual, and my bee colony is countless independent fragments. If you want to integrate them perfectly, it is best to have a gestation process."
"Perfect? ​​Fusion?"
Lily repeated softly, as if thinking of something. She looked up and down Bran carefully, as if she was about to meet the younger brother again. Later, he turned his gaze to the sea of ​​magic power, and carefully looked at that ugly tree. Mottled skin, pure ink core...
Ah! It's perfect.
"Didn't you say that you don't have time to intervene in Venus things?"
Faced with Lily's questioning, Bran spread his hands: "Remember when you drove the swarm to sweep everything? Today and then, it is no different in my eyes.
But what are the people in the camp doing?
Ten years of peace and ten years of dignity have made these mortals stronger and timid. The demons back then were mostly goods that did not see the coffin and did not cry. What happened now?
And some people are not timid, but the warriors of the Emerald Continent dare to face the dragon. Now, he hides on the side to watch the excitement. With a few hammers, is it difficult to smash a single rogue?
Not only them, but other people, other things.
Some people feared us more than death. Now, this fear seems to be dissipating, and you seem to be kind.
What are these sacrifices and believers now? Common people who run to the battlefield to play?
I don’t know, does the Mozu’s army have reservations? Does the Light Knight still enforce military regulations? Is your swarm still available?
Apart from that, have other thugs been trained? "
Bran increased his tone: "I can't count on you for the time being, so I have to use mine."
As soon as the voice fell, there was finally movement on the Venus star's side.
...
The silence in the camp had disappeared, and people stared outside and began to whisper, talking about all the speculation that had just happened. The change suddenly appeared in front of him at this time.
A pitch-black sickle slashed out of the void without warning, passing by a wanderer like a phantom. The wanderer immediately froze there, but there was no trace on his body.
This result immediately attracted disappointed sighs. Just when people thought the wanderer would run again as before, a wind swept across its body and brought a piece of dust and sand down, bringing down its seemingly indestructible body. The rocks rolled down, and there was no more movement after a few laps.
In the consternation of the people, a sickle was smashed out of the void one after another, and the figures shrouded in the dark cloak appeared holding the sickle, and in the blink of an eye they cleared the surrounding camp. Then, drifting towards the depths of the Gobi in silence...
As they went away, the people in the camp could not help letting out a long breath and relaxing.
However, today is destined to be a day that makes people unable to rest. A louder trumpet sounded through the clear sky. With a hint of anger, everyone below shook his ears.
Another swarm of insects emerged from the sky. They stirred their wings and made a harsh noise, hovering down.
Mela looked at the continuously enlarged figure, and couldn't help but exclaimed-Nag!