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"What is your evaluation?" Mothlina asked gently, her voice sounding like a benevolent Goddess of Light.
"Severe threat, possible chance of extinction for our kind." Spidersin replied nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.
This made the room burst into murmurs, especially Heracron who was the first to react by bellowing with anger.
"RUBBISH! Even those so-called Gods are only able to watch impotently as we live hale and hearty, growing day by day until we eventually rise up to claim what is rightfully ours! How can a mere human Grandmaster, or three of them for that matter, achieve what even they had been unable to?"
Spidersin only casually glanced towards Heracron then spoke neutrally. "Brawny Buganderthal."
Heracron's expression was filled with rage at the insult, but then a peal of mocking laughter soon sounded throughout the chamber. The voice could only be described as unpleasant as if the one speaking was submerged in mud.
"Pukikikiki, what an apt description. I have listened to you people talk long enough, and despite the brainless one usually being wrong, I have to agree with him this time. I'm sorry 8-legged crawler, but your assessment is defeatist and alarmist." Rancido spoke with mockery.
Once again, Spidersin only casually glanced over and spoke without tone in his voice. "Shit-eating fuckface."
Just like Heracron, Rancido was enraged by the insult and wished to clear his brethren's minds with some of his acid. Unfortunately, he was aware that this spider was the fastest among them.
Attempting to do so, would only end wasting its effort and disgracing itself further, so Rancido could only harrumph and look away.
"Well, I only care about the blood of those humans. By the name of all things Insectral, the blood of three Grandmasters must taste like the sweetest Ambrosia from the heavens." Bloodivore spoke in a raspy voice that did nothing to hide his desire.
His words seemed to spark something in most of the others, something that they had all suppressed and hidden. It didn't matter the class of bug, the simple fact was that their entire race grew by devouring and consuming foes.
Even the cutesy Ladyba and the gentle sounding Mothlina began to release a strange fluid from their mouthparts at the thought of consuming the flesh of such potent Grandmasters. That was a delicacy they had not gotten to taste in hundreds of years.
Those other Grandmasters that were leading the yearly culling were wise enough to never venture down personally. They usually just hung around, chatted, socialized and partied while their underlings would do the hard work, then they would take whatever credit there was.
That was due to the fact that if they dared to step one foot below a certain level, these bugs here would crazily rush forward to devour their flesh and souls. The allure was far too strong.
In the past 50 years, one Master stage expert who had lost a daughter to the Insects during the yearly incursion had joined the next one, hoping to get revenge on the vile race for taking his beloved away from him.
Just like Darius and co, he had made great progress down, even clearing half of the Adept band and fending off other Master bugs.
However, when these 12 had made a move, the outcome had been for him to end up torn apart, leaving these lords to fight each other like children in order to get even a single bite more from his delicious remains.
This was why most were not bothered when Darius' actions were announced because it had happened before. To them, they would just wait until he overcommitted and could not escape easily before swooping in to devour their flesh and savor their blood.
Sipdersin saw the doubt and disbelief in the expression of his compatriots and sighed inwardly. He then revealed what he knew that gave him this premonition.
"To clarify, one of them is a Dragon with the blood of the Ancestor in human form, one is a Royal Elf with Divine Blood, one is a Half-Giant with Royal Blood and the purest connection to Gaia I have ever seen." Spidersin revealed quietly.
The room burst into fervor again, this time Centicreed speaking with a loud screech. "BEAUTIFUL! What a lineup! In this case, the flesh and blood of these three will be absolutely divine! Why, we could complete all of our plans using just the three of them!"
"I call dibs on them! I was the one who instigated this meeting, so I have every right to deal with them as I see fit!" Rancido shrieked with excitement, wishing he could leave this moment to feast.
However, the other bugs soon shot his claim down and began arguing with each other over how to distribute the flesh of the three intruders.
Seeing that his compatriots were still thinking about how to stuff their stomachs at this time, when a threat beyond what they could easily handle had appeared left Spidersin morose.
He hated being born along with these idiots. Why was only he able to think with his head instead of his mandibles first?
"Spidersin, is your information correct?" An aged and withery voice spoke.
The moment this being spoke, the entire room became silent as all the Insect Lords gazed at the northernmost end with shock and excitement on their faces.
This was the first time in centuries that the usually unresponsive and catatonic Lord of the Flies had uttered more than a single word!
Even Spidersin was shocked for a while but shook its head and replied immediately. "I share a mind network with my scouts and have identified the traits of these three using their eyes, even monitoring them as they progressed through the underground from the very beginning as I noticed something strange about them."
The Lord of the Flies hummed with interest. "Spidersin is right, this is a calamity that will likely see the end of us. A giant with Grandmaster level prowess that has a pure connection to Gaia will be able to display Strength ad Endurance rivaling the strongest Gods."
"Any of you that appear before such a person is destined to be crushed into pulp before getting anywhere close to sinking your teeth into him."
"However, the real threat is going to be the Dragon. He should be almost unkillable unless you manage to end him in a single hit, which would be hard on its own but nigh impossible as long as the elven maiden blessed by their Divine Concepts is next to him." Beelzebub spoke with amusement.
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"What is your evaluation?" Mothlina asked gently, her voice sounding like a benevolent Goddess of Light.
"Severe threat, possible chance of extinction for our kind." Spidersin replied nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.
This made the room burst into murmurs, especially Heracron who was the first to react by bellowing with anger.
"RUBBISH! Even those so-called Gods are only able to watch impotently as we live hale and hearty, growing day by day until we eventually rise up to claim what is rightfully ours! How can a mere human Grandmaster, or three of them for that matter, achieve what even they had been unable to?"
Spidersin only casually glanced towards Heracron then spoke neutrally. "Brawny Buganderthal."
Heracron's expression was filled with rage at the insult, but then a peal of mocking laughter soon sounded throughout the chamber. The voice could only be described as unpleasant as if the one speaking was submerged in mud.
"Pukikikiki, what an apt description. I have listened to you people talk long enough, and despite the brainless one usually being wrong, I have to agree with him this time. I'm sorry 8-legged crawler, but your assessment is defeatist and alarmist." Rancido spoke with mockery.
Once again, Spidersin only casually glanced over and spoke without tone in his voice. "Shit-eating fuckface."
Just like Heracron, Rancido was enraged by the insult and wished to clear his brethren's minds with some of his acid. Unfortunately, he was aware that this spider was the fastest among them.
Attempting to do so, would only end wasting its effort and disgracing itself further, so Rancido could only harrumph and look away.
"Well, I only care about the blood of those humans. By the name of all things Insectral, the blood of three Grandmasters must taste like the sweetest Ambrosia from the heavens." Bloodivore spoke in a raspy voice that did nothing to hide his desire.
His words seemed to spark something in most of the others, something that they had all suppressed and hidden. It didn't matter the class of bug, the simple fact was that their entire race grew by devouring and consuming foes.
Even the cutesy Ladyba and the gentle sounding Mothlina began to release a strange fluid from their mouthparts at the thought of consuming the flesh of such potent Grandmasters. That was a delicacy they had not gotten to taste in hundreds of years.
Those other Grandmasters that were leading the yearly culling were wise enough to never venture down personally. They usually just hung around, chatted, socialized and partied while their underlings would do the hard work, then they would take whatever credit there was.
That was due to the fact that if they dared to step one foot below a certain level, these bugs here would crazily rush forward to devour their flesh and souls. The allure was far too strong.
In the past 50 years, one Master stage expert who had lost a daughter to the Insects during the yearly incursion had joined the next one, hoping to get revenge on the vile race for taking his beloved away from him.
Just like Darius and co, he had made great progress down, even clearing half of the Adept band and fending off other Master bugs.
However, when these 12 had made a move, the outcome had been for him to end up torn apart, leaving these lords to fight each other like children in order to get even a single bite more from his delicious remains.
This was why most were not bothered when Darius' actions were announced because it had happened before. To them, they would just wait until he overcommitted and could not escape easily before swooping in to devour their flesh and savor their blood.
Sipdersin saw the doubt and disbelief in the expression of his compatriots and sighed inwardly. He then revealed what he knew that gave him this premonition.
"To clarify, one of them is a Dragon with the blood of the Ancestor in human form, one is a Royal Elf with Divine Blood, one is a Half-Giant with Royal Blood and the purest connection to Gaia I have ever seen." Spidersin revealed quietly.
The room burst into fervor again, this time Centicreed speaking with a loud screech. "BEAUTIFUL! What a lineup! In this case, the flesh and blood of these three will be absolutely divine! Why, we could complete all of our plans using just the three of them!"
"I call dibs on them! I was the one who instigated this meeting, so I have every right to deal with them as I see fit!" Rancido shrieked with excitement, wishing he could leave this moment to feast.
However, the other bugs soon shot his claim down and began arguing with each other over how to distribute the flesh of the three intruders.
Seeing that his compatriots were still thinking about how to stuff their stomachs at this time, when a threat beyond what they could easily handle had appeared left Spidersin morose.
He hated being born along with these idiots. Why was only he able to think with his head instead of his mandibles first?
"Spidersin, is your information correct?" An aged and withery voice spoke.
The moment this being spoke, the entire room became silent as all the Insect Lords gazed at the northernmost end with shock and excitement on their faces.
This was the first time in centuries that the usually unresponsive and catatonic Lord of the Flies had uttered more than a single word!
Even Spidersin was shocked for a while but shook its head and replied immediately. "I share a mind network with my scouts and have identified the traits of these three using their eyes, even monitoring them as they progressed through the underground from the very beginning as I noticed something strange about them."
The Lord of the Flies hummed with interest. "Spidersin is right, this is a calamity that will likely see the end of us. A giant with Grandmaster level prowess that has a pure connection to Gaia will be able to display Strength ad Endurance rivaling the strongest Gods."
"Any of you that appear before such a person is destined to be crushed into pulp before getting anywhere close to sinking your teeth into him."
"However, the real threat is going to be the Dragon. He should be almost unkillable unless you manage to end him in a single hit, which would be hard on its own but nigh impossible as long as the elven maiden blessed by their Divine Concepts is next to him." Beelzebub spoke with amusement.
"What is your evaluation?" Mothlina asked gently, her voice sounding like a benevolent Goddess of Light. "Severe threat, possible chance of extinction for our kind." Spidersin replied nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal. This made the room burst into murmurs, especially Heracron who was the first to react by bellowing with anger. "RUBBISH! Even those so-called Gods are only able to watch impotently as we live hale and hearty, growing day by day until we eventually rise up to claim what is rightfully ours! How can a mere human Grandmaster, or three of them for that matter, achieve what even they had been unable to?" Spidersin only casually glanced towards Heracron then spoke neutrally. "Brawny Buganderthal." Heracron's expression was filled with rage at the insult, but then a peal of mocking laughter soon sounded throughout the chamber. The voice could only be described as unpleasant as if the one speaking was submerged in mud. "Pukikikiki, what an apt description. I have listened to you people talk long enough, and despite the brainless one usually being wrong, I have to agree with him this time. I'm sorry 8-legged crawler, but your assessment is defeatist and alarmist." Rancido spoke with mockery. Once again, Spidersin only casually glanced over and spoke without tone in his voice. "Shit-eating fuckface." Just like Heracron, Rancido was enraged by the insult and wished to clear his brethren's minds with some of his acid. Unfortunately, he was aware that this spider was the fastest among them. Attempting to do so, would only end wasting its effort and disgracing itself further, so Rancido could only harrumph and look away. "Well, I only care about the blood of those humans. By the name of all things Insectral, the blood of three Grandmasters must taste like the sweetest Ambrosia from the heavens." Bloodivore spoke in a raspy voice that did nothing to hide his desire. His words seemed to spark something in most of the others, something that they had all suppressed and hidden. It didn't matter the class of bug, the simple fact was that their entire race grew by devouring and consuming foes. Even the cutesy Ladyba and the gentle sounding Mothlina began to release a strange fluid from their mouthparts at the thought of consuming the flesh of such potent Grandmasters. That was a delicacy they had not gotten to taste in hundreds of years. Those other Grandmasters that were leading the yearly culling were wise enough to never venture down personally. They usually just hung around, chatted, socialized and partied while their underlings would do the hard work, then they would take whatever credit there was. That was due to the fact that if they dared to step one foot below a certain level, these bugs here would crazily rush forward to devour their flesh and souls. The allure was far too strong. In the past 50 years, one Master stage expert who had lost a daughter to the Insects during the yearly incursion had joined the next one, hoping to get revenge on the vile race for taking his beloved away from him. Just like Darius and co, he had made great progress down, even clearing half of the Adept band and fending off other Master bugs. However, when these 12 had made a move, the outcome had been for him to end up torn apart, leaving these lords to fight each other like children in order to get even a single bite more from his delicious remains. This was why most were not bothered when Darius' actions were announced because it had happened before. To them, they would just wait until he overcommitted and could not escape easily before swooping in to devour their flesh and savor their blood. Sipdersin saw the doubt and disbelief in the expression of his compatriots and sighed inwardly. He then revealed what he knew that gave him this premonition. "To clarify, one of them is a Dragon with the blood of the Ancestor in human form, one is a Royal Elf with Divine Blood, one is a Half-Giant with Royal Blood and the purest connection to Gaia I have ever seen." Spidersin revealed quietly. The room burst into fervor again, this time Centicreed speaking with a loud screech. "BEAUTIFUL! What a lineup! In this case, the flesh and blood of these three will be absolutely divine! Why, we could complete all of our plans using just the three of them!" "I call dibs on them! I was the one who instigated this meeting, so I have every right to deal with them as I see fit!" Rancido shrieked with excitement, wishing he could leave this moment to feast. However, the other bugs soon shot his claim down and began arguing with each other over how to distribute the flesh of the three intruders. Seeing that his compatriots were still thinking about how to stuff their stomachs at this time, when a threat beyond what they could easily handle had appeared left Spidersin morose. He hated being born along with these idiots. Why was only he able to think with his head instead of his mandibles first? "Spidersin, is your information correct?" An aged and withery voice spoke. The moment this being spoke, the entire room became silent as all the Insect Lords gazed at the northernmost end with shock and excitement on their faces. This was the first time in centuries that the usually unresponsive and catatonic Lord of the Flies had uttered more than a single word! Even Spidersin was shocked for a while but shook its head and replied immediately. "I share a mind network with my scouts and have identified the traits of these three using their eyes, even monitoring them as they progressed through the underground from the very beginning as I noticed something strange about them." The Lord of the Flies hummed with interest. "Spidersin is right, this is a calamity that will likely see the end of us. A giant with Grandmaster level prowess that has a pure connection to Gaia will be able to display Strength ad Endurance rivaling the strongest Gods." "Any of you that appear before such a person is destined to be crushed into pulp before getting anywhere close to sinking your teeth into him." "However, the real threat is going to be the Dragon. He should be almost unkillable unless you manage to end him in a single hit, which would be hard on its own but nigh impossible as long as the elven maiden blessed by their Divine Concepts is next to him." Beelzebub spoke with amusement.
