Chapter 398: "Locust Transit"

Wren didn't know what these people were anxious about, and as soon as the meeting was over, he hurried back to assemble.

Looking at the conference room, which was still full of people at the last moment and has now left, Wren patted the shoulder of the representative of the World Parliament and said goodbye:

"Don't thank me."

And then also set off.

He said that the queen of the palace, and he did plan to be the queen of the palace. Although the rot worms are retreating, he will not take it lightly, their anomalies must not be accidental, and they must be guarded against.

It was precisely because he was in the rear that Wren saw a scene that he did not expect, and finally understood why various clan forces rushed to attack the corpse of the bear god.

Previously, because the corpse was completely covered with insects, and it was covered with layer after layer, so it was not really visible, but now that the number of insects has dropped sharply, you can see that although it has been eaten and parasitic for thousands of years, there are still some scraps of minced meat on the corpse of the bear god.

Compared to its huge body, this bit of residue can be said to be insignificant, but in the perception of ordinary people, a random piece is enough to eat three meals.

And now, when the allied forces of various tribes attacked the corpse of the bear god from all directions, they were cleaning up the bugs while collecting the fragments and fragments on the corpse of the god.

Wren immediately understood that these "old rotten meats" must not be taken back to eat, I am afraid it is still related to the word "god", no wonder these guys are so active.

If you are ruthless, you will even start to knock the bones on the spot directly, and you don't plan to let go at all.

Looking at the surrounding mountains and forests that had been destroyed by rotting insects, and then looking at the people who were swept by the wind and clouds on the corpse of the bear god, Wren felt that these insects might as well stay in a desperate situation and continue to eat the soil.

Thanks to the divine power on their bodies, it is already thin enough to see it, otherwise they will all be taken away and sliced.

In this way, the killing and collecting lasted for a day and a night, and the situation gradually became clear.

Bugs in other locations have become scarcer and rarer, but the head of the bear god is still covered with several thick layers, and after being cleaned up, rotting insects in other places will also approach, as if they are protecting something.

Several of the most powerful races have already occupied the position near the bear god's head, and no one else is allowed to get close.

They knew they might be in trouble, so they took extra care in cleaning up, and after another day and night, it was clear that as the numbers dwindled, the rotting insects were no longer able to continue to protect what they were covering.

It turned out to be an eyeball.

The hole in the left eye of the bear god was empty, but the right eye was intact.

No, it's not intact.

Eyeballs almost the size of a house still ripple with vibrant water after thousands of years, and in this water, there is a long, sharp-like creature of emerald green swimming in it.

Wren, who had been on guard for the past two days against a possible threat, had come to the vicinity, and when he looked closely, he saw that there was no creature wandering in his eyes, or rather not a complete creature at all.

It is more like a section of the forelimbs of insects, such as locusts and praying mantises, except for the part with spines at the front end, with a long strip of white flesh at the fracture, as if pulled out of the cavity at the back. These white flesh like squid's tentacles propelled the severed limbs to swim through the eyes of the bear god, the whole limb was not large compared to the eyeballs, but in terms of size, it also looked like a giant sword.

The strange existence made the various races who were excited by the discovery of the eyeballs a little undecided, and they were ready to deal with the trouble - for example, the king of the rotting insects was prepared, according to the initial assumption, they needed the protection of other rotting insects, and they had been hiding to show that the other party was not strong, but now this strange thing appeared made them dare not act rashly.

After discussion, it was decided to use spells to test first.

An archmage stacked a buff on himself, put on a full body of protection, and used magic to grab the green limb from a distance of tens of meters.

Unexpectedly, despite the green limbs' efforts to swim around and try to set the routine, under the precise magic manipulation of the archmage, they were still easily grabbed by the magic arm, fished out of the eyeballs, and slowly flew towards the layers of protection that had been prepared.

As soon as he was put down by the magic arm, his limbs were slashed, and he instantly broke through the magic barriers set up by several layers of powerful mages, frightening everyone around him to retreat again, and the mages hurriedly added several more protections.

However, the green limbs seemed to be incapacitated, and after that homeopathic slash, no matter how much the tender flesh writhed behind them, they could not push the limbs to do anything else.

"That's it?"

"This thing seems to only move in that eyeball!"

Finding that the green limb was not in danger, and there was no longer any obstacle, everyone's eyes couldn't help but drift to that eyeball.

Several of the big races seemed to have discussed it in advance, and instead of rushing up to receive the eyeballs, they continued to exclude the others and clean up the few remaining rotting insects.

Wren watched from the sidelines, a little dazed.

"Is it really none of my business? It shouldn't be. No, wouldn't it be better to be fine? Hey, it seems that I've been in too much trouble lately, and I'm used to it. ”

Wren thought about it for a while, and felt that he should have handled it properly, and arranged for Bonsels to warn in advance, and with all the clans gathering together to fight, otherwise it would be really a big trouble.

As for the eyeball, he didn't approve of these people trying to get in touch with the gods, but there was nothing he could do to stop them at the moment, so he could only let Alexia pay attention to the future movements.

What he was curious about now was something else.

Wren looked at the green limb that was imprisoned like a dead fish, and while everyone else was not paying attention, he whispered to Oz: "Speaking of which, I'm curious, do you know how this god died?" ”

"You suspect it's this green thing?" Oz understood Wren's speculation, but had a different opinion: "I don't think so. I don't know what kind of creature this green limb came from, but I don't think it was a god's opponent, and it should have been parasitic on the bear god's eyeballs after his death. I just don't know what it is, it's a strange thing, I've never seen anything like it. ”

Wren touched the handle: "It always feels like a very dangerous thing, the other rotting insects have been corroded by the power of the gods and have grown hair, but this thing has not shown similar changes." And it was not easy to break through the barrier created by several archmages in one fell swoop. ”

"Indeed, after all, it is a creature that lives in the eyes of the gods, and for safety reasons, I think you should destroy it completely."

Wren looked around, and the people of several races were on guard, and shrugged his shoulders: "This has to be done by the armor monsters." ”

"It's!"

At this time, an exclamation suddenly came from the direction of the bear god's head, and Wren couldn't help but look over.

As the number of rotting insects became less and less, the head of the bear god gradually revealed its full appearance, and when several rotting insects in the center of its eyebrows left their positions, the people who were cleaning up found that there was a large hole in the eyebrow bone, like a hole smashed by a stone on a window.

Wren was stunned for a moment, and then said to Oz: "It seems that the cause of this thing's death is known." ”

But who did it?