The work was as smooth as usual.
Following Winia's judgment, he moves to the end of the jungle, avoiding the path he had recently taken. Of course, it was easier to catch and kill the horseshoes that you encountered while you were beating your baby's palm branches.
It was a disaster on a city-by-urban basis, but if it's caught in our hands, it's just a lowly monster.
It scares the weak or the weak.
- A twinkle.
The horse bee that just broke his head trembled as he weighed all kinds of liquids. I immediately split his stomach and collected the poison sack. The price varies depending on the amount of poison that is in it, but it seems to be doing about three coopers.
Tie the buttocks together so they don't leak and put them in the sack. One day, a sack of water became heavy. It's even liquid inside, so I feel fluttering.
Even if I bring it back here, I think I'll just earn money a day.
"Nigga, let's go that way this time."
"Good."
Every horse bee that gets caught is being crushed, so the raid was cut off at some point.
No matter how intelligent you are, fear exists. We were ruled by obvious horror.
"But it's nothing but real horseshoes."
It's literally a bee field.
The common mobs, which were rare last time, were dried up by the seeds. In fact, even humans could not have left monsters in their territory.
They must have eaten everything from monsters and left no food outside.
"Last time, there were a lot of real dryers."
"Why? Too bad you didn't see a nigger dryer?"
Winia reacted sensitively by bringing out the Dryland story.
I know what you're worried about, but I'm an extremely normal person, so no matter how good I look, I'll never find myself in a monster.
In my beautiful hometown of Earth, there were some owners of crazy sex cravings called 'Monmouth tastes'. They were truly unbelievable creatures of the dark society.
Dryed or Alaune is beautiful, but they are nothing but monsters. Thinking about it, I thought people would like it very much.
I don't understand.
"Too bad. It's all tricky. You're like those demonic bitches."
"Damn it. It's good to have a nigger's milk."
It's nice to have big tits.
But not monsters.
"What do you think of me? And their breasts are no match for you."
"Nigga, are you comparing my boobs to monsters now?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?"
Winia, who grabbed the horse's tail, reached out to the staff and knocked on my chest armor and asked. No, Dryd, those bastards' breasts and Winia's breasts are incomparable.
Heavy rain is never a laughing stock.
I've never seen a woman with a bigger heart than Winia in my life.
"... that our Winia breasts are the strongest."
"Do you want to talk out of context? You're such a pervert. It's all good if you just get wet."
A pranky smile makes Winia hear the top of her robe.
- Chest bone.
The urge to put your head there boiled strongly. It's like an ostrich hitting his head on the ground.
"Go!!!!!!!"
Immediately, I shouted, having shuddered the delusion.
"This is trying to milk me!!"
I tried to rebuke her out loud. However, Winia, who had already started a prank, took out her breasts and showed me her nipples.
"Nigger, would you like to come in here?"
"Yes."
I let her have such a short break and buried her face between her sternum. I don't know why the story goes like this.
"This chest is incomparable with the dryhead itself."
"Cook. I already know. I know what my heart looks like best."
My mind has already been trained by Claudie's lower half and Winia's upper half.
"Hmph, dry it."
And right then, Claudie curled up the horse. I'm touching my chin like I'm thinking a little serious.
- Break it down.
His ears were shattering like rabbits.
When I think about that weird thing, my ears move in that rhythm.
What are you thinking?
"Claudie. I'm thinking weird right now."
"Huh? No?"
As she approached and asked, she opened her eyes wide and took off her shimmy, avoiding my gaze. The strange doubts he had in his appearance turned into conviction.
"So tell me what you were thinking."
"Dryward and human hybrids are possible... Argh!!"
There is nothing more to hear.
- Zec.
Immediately perform an interrogation to catch her back.
"Argh! Kahhhhhh...! Katt!"
I literally hugged her and bit her ear off. Claudie's ears are incredibly sensitive.
In the sense of punishment, a new voice burst out as I used my teeth to bite my teeth.
"Who would have thought that?!! Eh!!!"
"Hahaha!! Car, Kat...! Don't! I won't! I'm not going!!!"
Claudie, whose power of the lower half was released, trembled and tried to fall. Of course, she didn't fall because she was tightly secured to my body.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"
I restrained her with my muscles and ruthlessly harassed her ear. What, a human hybrid with Dryer? I don't forgive that!!!
"Cat! Go...! I think I'm going! Stop it! It's hard here!"
"You did it wrong! You didn't!"
"You did it wrong!! So forgive me! Hyaaa?!?!?!"
Claudie's body spasms greatly because she targets her thighs intensively.
At the same time, as she burst into great communion, she leaned on me. It was Claudie who quickly reached out even if only her ears were so teased.
I don't know what the hell you're doing in the manslaughter bees' room.
"Haa..."
I sat her down on a flat rock with a hot breath.
How dare you think that?
"Really... I just thought I could blend in. I never meant to do that with Dryd."
Deep breaths, a true Claudie stares at me and says,
"Ugh... my panties are getting wet. I won't forgive you if you go back."
"That's a good idea. Sister, when you go back, should we test the one you bought last time?"
"I should."
What, what did you buy?
"Test what?"
"Cook, nigga, look forward to it. I've got a good one."
Did you buy any more suspicious seedlings?
I felt awkward when I saw you two staring at something more. Anyway, after a moderate break from chewing the jerky and dried fruit, we went back to the jungle.
- Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
The wasps flew intermittently, but our goal was not these guys, but their nests. According to Winia's instructions, I did not kill them, but only wounded them and let them go.
If you're lucky, he'll guide you to the nest.
- Bugs and bumps.
"Oh, this feels good."
"Feeling good?"
"Look, nigga. You don't feel like spinning like you did last time, do you?"
I took maximum focus and looked at the current direction.
I don't feel like spinning...?
"Until now, those bugs have deliberately gone back to strange places to hide their nests, but I think he's going to go to the nest honestly."
"Oh, Winia, too."
I certainly think so because I have heard Winia's voice with conviction. Tracking wounded wasps has also been done several times, but has not been successful in the meantime.
However, it seems that today only the fruits will be visible.
- For a while.
After chasing the wasps for a while, we were finally able to reach the forest with the truth.
Back of the vineyard.
Between the trees.
- Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!
Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
- Kiiiiiiiiit!!
On the other side of the jungle, there was something huge that looked like a nest of wasps.
"Hmm, quite a lot? And the nest looks amazing. Is it a different monster than Sandhornet?"
It was a hive.
A giant, honeycomb that fits the size of a bee. Numerous homicidal bees crawled and flew around there busy.
"... are you getting close? It's a little crowded."
"Hm... I think we just need to find a better place to defend ourselves. I think if I just stay there and get bored with fire, it'll be over."
That's what he said.
We approached the honeycomb to search for somewhat more usable places, hurting the bushes.
- Ahhhhhhhhh!
- Turn it off!
- Help me!
But the closer you get, the weirder you hear.
The sound was so strange.
It's like... it's like a human voice.
"Cat, did you hear that?"
"You too?"
"Yeah. It's a human scream."
Are there any adventurers who found this place before us?
And then you got hit by a bee for failing?
"Hmm."
But it's weird.
Screams don't end in a short time... they keep coming.
What is it?
- Doctor.
When I got closer to the nest, I could see the shocking truth about the scream.
"Uh."
That is a mistake.
"Uhhhhh?!!!!!!!"
So horrible-- hell.
- Turn it off!!!
- Help me!
- It's too painful!!
In my head.
Congo, 1900.
The brutal and twisted murder of an addict became a terrible overlap site there in 1900, when the Belgians massacred the Congolese.
- Massacre.
- Belgium.
- Congo.
You might ask what kind of massacre the chocolate-making bastards committed, but in fact the Belgians were ruthless criminals or a kind of people, even if they made chocolate as a person.
- Massacre.
Around 1900, the Belgians, who were brutal imperialists, invaded Congo and made it their own colony.
As all imperialists have done, they have done nothing more than slaughter in the occupied territories, and they have brutally slaughtered Congolese for the sake of purely enjoyment.
He simply took the Congolese Gannan babies for fun, threw them away like bullets, and burned the boys alive, singing as if they were campfires.
Killing adults just happened like blinking and breathing, so I didn't even have to mention it.
It's so horrible that all the creeps will come out.
However.
They were just after-hours exercises that took place after lunch.
The brutal Belgians did nothing to bring their Congolese family together and kill each other. I couldn't find any guilt from them. Rather, they were evil enough to make a bet while giggling about who would survive.
The Congolese did not even rebel.
Why? Why?
It is because the torture experts employed by the Belgian government came running to make their work at the moment of the rebellion. The Congolese, who saw them making their work, were forced to put on blood and transfer helmets to survive.
It would have been better to kill the family because it was the work of Belgian torture experts.
Even these Belgian cheeks didn't stand for the evil of putting a Congolese boy and girl in the cage of a zoo, shooting them all at once with a machine gun and scoring them.
Even the right to slaughter children was traded for a very expensive price.
For the Belgians in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the worst scum race ever, carnage, slaughter, slaughter and annihilation of powerful and good Congolese children was nothing more than a pleasant and happy culture of play.
Even among Belgian pups, there was a culture of treating Congolese amputees as the most valuable loot, so they slept at night and abducted and massacred people as soon as they woke up and took off their sleeping hats and socks.
It is not for nothing that 10 million Congolese died during colonial rule.
It was all because the Belgians committed a pleasant-oriented brutal massacre.
- And there's that catastrophe.
- It was open before my eyes.
Homicide bees, like those cruel imperialist Belgians, were doing terrible things.
I felt the shock of the brain shattering.
"Oh, oh-oh...!!! Ohhh!! Ohhh!! This!!! This is ridiculous!!!!!"
- Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!
- Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Between hives.
I mean...
- In that hexagonal compartment.
The head of the humans howling in agony pops out.
- Argh!!!!!!!
- Get me out!!!!!!
- Mommy!!
The number reached tens of thousands.
People who are being eaten by larvae in giant nests. This was the end of the people kidnapped by the killer bees!!!
"Ugh! Argh!!! Argh!!!!"
A scream burst out of my mouth.
- The victim didn't cover the old man and the old man.
They were all someone's sons and daughters who threw up screaming. It wasn't people who would die miserably and horribly!!
- Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
In the air, the constantly newly abducted mountain people and the dead were being transported to their nests by the mighty legs of the wasps.
A horde of horses threw a human corpse inside the hive compartment.
- Hot!
A large, murderous larva pops out and picks up the body with its big jaw.
Horrible sight!!!
That's when I regained my mind, and I was forced to draw my sword with a loud scream once again! The head of a man trapped between the compartments of a honeycomb seemed to evoke the house of a delusional grandfather!
- Turn it off!!
That scream that flows constantly!!!
What a grotesque sight!!!
"This shouldn't be reality-!!!!!!!!!!!"
The heads of dozens of people clinging to a large hive hold my mind. I couldn't think of anything anymore.
I couldn't even tell what was imperialist, what was Belgian, and what was a killer bee.
I decided to kill all the wasps here, whether I put a knife to it or not. For Congo's independence.