Those things with the female president in the primeval jungle

Chapter 385 The Insect of Control
After staying in this jungle for so long, I have always been going forward bravely, fighting bloody battles to the end, without flinching.

Rarely has there been such hopelessness as today.

Probably because it feels completely hopeless.

I even regret asking Aya to call Xiao Jin over.

What I have to face right now is not just the few hundred people in Crystal Village.

The soldiers surrounding the sacrificial altar are all the best of the tribe's elite.

At this moment, I really have the feeling that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

The language interpreter originally hidden on my body was also picked away.

I can't understand what these savages are saying now.

Beside the chief, a middle-aged man wearing a long robe, with a dignified temperament and deep eyes stepped out slowly.

This person seemed to be the priest of the entire tribe, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was reciting some sacrificial rites.

I guess this person's ability is also inclined to the spiritual side, but he can't use the spiritual ability as a weapon directly and simply and rudely like the robe wizard and Xiao Jin.

When he chanted the sacrificial mantra loudly, I could clearly feel that my heart was also quiet, as if I wanted to contribute my body and immediately serve as food for the queen bug.

Of course, I soon came back to my senses, this is the spiritual influence of the other party.

On the other side, under his chanting, the Queen Bug, who had been restless in the big leader's body, also instantly quieted down.

It can be seen that this thing is very violent, and it cannot jump out to eat directly, otherwise, it seems that even the big leader can't control it.

It is necessary to go through this kind of sacrifice ceremony of the high priest, so that the queen worm will come out to look for food quietly, and at the same time, the food sacrifice will also obediently dedicate its body, so as not to produce moths,

It's just that this kind of scene is actually surrounded by crowds all the time, and it's tragic to think about it.

Soon, the big leader stretched out his hand.

His hand, originally wrapped in a glove, is now removed,

It can be seen that the right hand has been completely alienated, covered with jet-black scales, and the shiny black shell is glowing with greasy color.

This is no longer pure parasitism, part of his body is assimilated with bugs.

Soon, the big black hand spread out, and a shallow gap cracked in the palm, and a creature like a golden beetle burrowed out of his palm.

This bug is not big, but it exudes unusually strong energy fluctuations.

The guards of the big leaders next to them all showed respectful and obedient expressions.

Others can't feel it, but I can feel it. The bug seems to radiate its energy to these guards, strengthening their bodies and spirits.

These people seem to be his puppets, including the big leader himself, who is nothing more than an insignificant host.

It has to be said that it is ironic that the right to command the leader of the entire ethnic group comes from a bug.

But what is even more frightening is that the entire group seems to have acquiesced in this state.

After all, all their power comes from bugs, or - witch bugs.

The black-armored queen bug turned around, flapped its wings and flew towards me.

I couldn't move, I could only watch it crawl on top of me.

It seemed weightless, but it weighed heavily on my heart.

This thing seems to have a strange feeling of wisdom, as if it is not a simple bug, but a higher-level intelligent creature.

Before I ate, I could even feel it looking up at me, observing me, delighted at my fine offering and food.

I held my breath and could feel it crawling straight up to my chest.

In the next second, the beetle opened its lower limbs, as sharp as a blade, and easily cut open my skin.

I rely on!

It is going to get into my body and eat me up.

(End of this chapter)