Fuck...

The majestic Dragon Might shattered the calamities that ravaged West Africa.

The power of the Fire Thief, the aid of the Dragon's Covenant, and the bombardment of Dragon Might might fueled by Dragon Language Magic.

The Grewind Swarm was defeated a second time by the same tactic.

The Hive Consciousness's unique and chilling Gestalt consciousness system provides the Hive Master with excellent convenience in controlling the swarm, but it also has a major flaw: the survival of the swarm rests on its own shoulders. The unified will is linked to every individual through the mental network, which means that as long as it encounters a mental attack that is too massive to resist, it can severely damage the swarm's will itself.

Big Bob is too confident.

He was not unaware of this weakness. When he ventured deep into the Gambia Royal Tomb and obtained the secret ritual, the corresponding knowledge and information had already been integrated into his soul. He knew that this world was fragile and ordinary, and everything was just beginning. There was no spiritual power strong enough to defeat him.

In a sense, he was right.

There is only one reason for his failure.

That is, he never expected that the China man who had killed his son was actually a transmigrator who had received help from dragons and elves and inherited the legacy of the Fire Thief from another world.

In the vast, desolate, and lifeless underground abyss of Banjul, a massive, intertwined network of veins faintly emerges, covered by a shimmering silver glow.

At the very center of this intricate network of Webway, a agonizing roar resounded, followed by the trembling of the entire underground palace. The countless tangled pathways, like intertwined vines, vibrated incessantly, their silver light flickering erratically.

This is a void and mysterious realm, utterly silent, dark and unpredictable, where terrifying unknowns lurk in the Shadow. This is where Big Bob dwells, where he received his inheritance, where he regained his youth, and where he plotted his evil schemes, right up to this day.

His voice was weak, and he was in pain from the severe injury; he realized that an even greater danger was approaching.

Kang De's endless stream of terrifying methods terrified him.

The blazing holy light, the interlacing lightning, the biting Blizzard, and the dragon's roar that still terrifies and torments him—that majestic and terrifying power continues to tear at his spirit.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

He had no idea how many more tricks Kang De had up his sleeve.

But one thing is certain.

That China man will never let me go.

From the beginning of the incident until now, the opponent's killing intent, as sharp as a sword, has been unstoppable, unchangeable, and uncompromising. No matter who the potential enemy is, even in the face of opposition and obstruction from the whole world, he has accomplished this impossible feat and reversed the terrible situation.

Now, he'll find this place soon.

Big Bob had no doubt about the other party's determination.

From the dark central core area, a strange, soft sound rang out, the sound of something being uncovered, accompanied by the splashing of slime. In the dim, silvery light, a strong body sat up, with liquid faintly sliding down its vibrant and elastic skin.

A sliding sound came from the side, and something like a vine twisted and turned, its pointed tendrils opening to reveal a backpack. The man reached out and unzipped the backpack, which contained his personal belongings and souvenirs. He took out an old-fashioned cell phone.

The screen lit up, illuminating his face.

If his old friends saw this face, they would surely scream in horror, for this is Bob Buruo, the Shadow of Africa in the last century, the legendary king of mercenaries, who orchestrated countless coups throughout his career, and at least four Africa heads of state died at his hands.

This is his prime.

His eyes were sinister, his flesh was full and robust, and his strong body contained boundless brutality and power.

He slowly dialed a number.

There was almost no signal underground, but this place was an exception. He could block all communication signals in Zhuerban, and of course, he also had ways to maintain it. The busy signal rang for about half a minute, but he waited patiently until the call was connected, and a deep, dissatisfied, and even resentful voice came through.

"The second biggest mistake I've ever made in my life was trusting you."

The suppressed anger could no longer be contained.

The president of the Fifth Republic of Fr*nce, roared into the receiver.

"--And the biggest mistake was believing you again!"

After the Battle of Comora, the France were humiliated and utterly defeated. They gained nothing and were left with a terrible reputation. Not to mention the cooperation with the Buruo Family and the inside story of the war, even the fact that the Fr*nce Foreign Legion Comora Task Force attacked civilians in Moyani was enough to bring down that cabinet. But at that time, things were not without hope.

Because Kang De had already quelled everything, all he had to do was kneel down properly, lick the boots diligently, and shed more blood, and things would end there... But the bait that Big Bob offered was far too tempting.

The secret to immortality.

Underground ruins.

Ancient mysteries.

Technology, prestige, and the secret to eternal youth that drives politicians, the wealthy, and royalty around the world crazy—all these are enough to make this Fr*nce government and France as a whole write an unparalleled and indelible mark on the history of human Civilization. Greed blinds reason, and desire drives people to take risks.

The France took another gamble.

After all, the advantages are significant.

The powerful and wealthy around the world are obsessed with Big Bob's secret to regaining his youth. These people are willing to disregard life and morality for money and status, and the opportunity to live forever and enjoy all the luxuries of the elite is worth trampling on all conscience, morality and law, and even resorting to massacres and wars to obtain!

This desire is so powerful that it can even drive permanent members of the Security Council to put this will into practice. Even China has to compromise under this force—would the China government really go against the whole world or even use nuclear weapons for the sake of a mere Kang De? Obviously not.

All it takes is significant concessions, compromises, and loosening of restrictions.

What are the first island chain, technological Bulwark, upstream supply chain blockades, and ideological warfare compared to immortality?

The odds of winning are just too high; no wonder the France have lost their minds.

But the most unlikely thing actually happened.

Kang De defied the pressure and launched a counterattack, defeating Big Bob's swarm of insects with unprecedented power before anyone could react!

At this point, there was no longer any force in Africa capable of interfering with or stopping him.

As for the Fr*nce, they will have to swallow an even more bitter pill, and will surely become a laughing stock among the nations. Heaven knows how those damned Britain will spread rumors about them!

The bewildered cabinet officials haven't even figured out how to "decently and sincerely convey their desire for reconciliation" to Kang De.

To be honest, this was no easier than World War II.

As for Big Bob?

Who cares about him anymore?

"Mr. President, I admit there was an unexpected incident. You have witnessed Kang De's power, and this failure should not be entirely blamed on me. In fact, don't you find it strange?"

Big Bob slowly said, "That power of light, the power of lightning, the power of blizzards—why is he so powerful? If he's so powerful, why was the Battle of Comora so difficult? I guarantee it's the power of Tacitus, bestowed upon him by the relics in the Comora ruins..."

The president impatiently interrupted him.

"Nobody cares where his power comes from, Big Bob. We only look at the facts. The fact is, you lost, he won, and everything after that is irrelevant to you. You're finished."

"You're finished. Yes, nobody cares whether you live or die, and no powerful or wealthy person cares about your secret to regaining your youth. Because that China man has proven one thing with his crazy actions today—he can manipulate the whole world, doesn't mind making enemies of any major military power, and can kill anyone he wants! Nobody dares to accept your gift."

The president's voice was filled with chilling murderous intent.

He said, "Give up your illusions, no one will help you anymore, Bob. Calling anyone won't help. There's only one thing I can say to you—for the sake of your status as a France citizen, for your loyalty to Fr*nce and the courtesy and preferential treatment you've received, for the sake of your country, do something for Fr*nce before you die. The secrets you discovered underground in Zhuerban —it would be such a waste if they disappeared with your death. Consider it atonement for your mistakes; give them to your country..."

The light from the phone screen illuminated a cold smile playing on Big Bob's lips.

He said, "Mr. President, why are you talking to yourself? Why not listen to what I have to say first?"

"... you say."

The former mercenary said slowly, "The purpose of calling you was to get you... to trust me one more time."

On the other end of the phone, someone was taking a deep breath.

Immediately, an unimaginable torrent of vulgar language poured out.

The dialect and slang of the Somme Department, the classic swear words of the Fr*nce, and the harsh, vicious, vulgar and obscene profanities poured out endlessly, as if Big Bob's cell phone had been connected to a cesspool pump.

The central message is "Fuck your mother, daydream, go to hell."

"Mr. President, don't be so sure," Big Bob said calmly. "You know, I've been hiding a lot... I'll be sending some images, videos, and text to your private email address."

"Read it quickly and then reply to me."

All I want is to live.

"Only you can save me."

"So please inform all countries."

"Time is running out. Kang De could arrive at any moment. While you receive and review the documents, why not send the 'Knight Astolfo' frigate, which is currently patrolling the waters off West Africa, to Banjul Port?"

"Mr. President, I have sent the deposit for the ship tickets."

The signal was interrupted, and Big Bob, who had been calm all along, finally couldn't hold back any longer and vomited up the blood that was rising in his face. His face turned extremely ugly, and he rubbed his forehead, revealing a hideous look of pain.

The aftershocks of that terrible power were still destroying him.

"Kang De..."

He gritted his teeth and hissed, "This isn't over yet."

Big Bob slowly lay back, letting the mysterious liquid engulf his body. The wound needed immediate treatment and repair, but it would take a little more time.

Fortunately, it's only a few hundred kilometers from Moyani to Zhuerban, so even if Kang De arrives quickly, it will still take him some time.

There's still time.

--At this very moment.

Violent tremors came from all directions. Sensing the insect swarm's tentacles, a strange energy signal suddenly appeared somewhere on the east side of the underground palace, and it was rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed!

Big Bob suddenly sat up from the pool of liquid. "This is impossible!"

The sound of drill bits striking the outer wall of the Earth's dome resounded violently.

Then came the roar of thunder, and intense electric currents radiated outwards, annihilating the nearby patrolling tunnel bugs one by one. Clearly, the enemy was approaching!

They are breaching the outer defenses of the underground palace.

Big Bob was initially shocked, then panicked, and then calmed down.

Don't be nervous. The underground palace is made of special materials, ancient building materials that surpass modern materials science. Its hardness is designed to withstand strong attacks and can even stop bunker-buster bombs!

You want to drill through it? Are you kidding me!

His eyes gleamed as he plotted his plan. The swarm of insects on the outside served as his eyes and ears, collecting sounds and transmitting signals. Big Bob listened intently as he pondered.

Suddenly, a shout could be faintly heard coming from the drill bit, "Let me try!"

The next moment, Big Bob's expression changed drastically, because in his perception, the incredibly solid outer wall of the Earth Dome suddenly collapsed and disappeared, as if it had been bitten by something and vanished from this world forever!

In other words, it has been breached!

An uninvited guest has entered the pitch-black underground palace.

The roar echoed through the silent earth.

"Surprise!" Kang De roared, "Mazefalco!"

When Kang De was scouting near Zhuerban earlier, he drove his Horus excavator close to the underground palace, only to be discovered and blocked by Big Bob's swarm of insects.

Back then, he lacked a good way to deal with the swarm, but now he has nothing to fear!

He gained theoretical support and logistical assistance in the other world—the information about the Grewind Swarm recorded in that elven book, besides its habits, weaknesses, and methods of defeating it, devoted more space to how to protect oneself and fight back under the swarm's siege!

It's incredibly detailed and very thoughtful, requiring no advanced chanting spells or magical skills!

All you need are scrolls! Scrolls! And scrolls!

--I've already copied the homework!

Kang De used the Power of the Fire Thief to directly Extraction the hard outer wall, and suddenly there was nothing in front of him. He levitated with a flight spell, with a bottomless void beneath his feet. Before him was pitch black, an infinitely dark and terrifying black world, in which the flames of the Phoenix Vision shone with golden light.

As far as the eye could see, countless red dots represented signs of human life, arranged neatly in the distance. This was the scene he had witnessed that day. In the center of these red dots, a strong life signal emitted extremely high energy fluctuations. The surface of the red light and its surroundings were covered with a silvery-gray glow, spreading like the veins of an ancient vine, interwoven, intricate, dense, and vast.

Apart from that, nothing else is clearly visible.

What place is this?

There was almost no light, as if some mysterious force had swallowed up all light.

So...

I've chosen you!

Sun God Ring! Proof of Stellar Authority! Hear my command!

Turn on the lights

Holy light flowed, and intense light shone in the sky. The holy light flowed from the divine ring and flowed around Kang De, radiating dazzling brilliance. In an instant, darkness receded, the abyss disappeared, and light illuminated everything.

For the first time, sunlight shone into this dark underground palace.

Everything hidden in the Shadow is now clearly visible.

Kang De finally saw the full extent of this vast underground space.

His breath hitched.

Even after experiencing bloody battles, witnessing the mysteries, conversing with the Space-Time Dragon God, and spending nearly two years traversing that mysterious and unpredictable mirror world that replicates Earth...

Yet he was still shocked by what he saw.

He saw a colossal man-made structure, a masterpiece that surpassed all ancient wonders.

This is a... insect nest.

It emitted a silver and gray light, resembling a nest woven from intertwined vines, but this was not the instinct of a primitive creature; it must have shone with the light of a terrifying intelligence.

Its structure strictly follows geometric beauty, with veins resembling blood vessels through which strange liquids flow, and enormous vines hanging down like branches, bearing abundant fruits.

The fruit was transparent.

You can clearly see the pulp and pit inside.

The pulp is a liquid-like substance flowing through the vine.

And the seed... is a person.

Individuals.

Lying inside, their faces either filled with fear or peace, they floated in the liquid, occasionally exhaling a string of bubbles from their nostrils and mouths. Their hair floated in the liquid, and they closed their eyes tightly, lost in a dream.

The fruit was densely packed, and so were the people trapped in this cage.

Liquids are exchanging, flowing, and converging.

Dense swarms of locusts lay on the nodes of the veins, the surface of the fruit, and even the epidermis of the veins, completely covering the nest. Their wings opened and closed as if breathing, and a silvery glow flickered.

They do not eat organic matter, nor can they digest inorganic matter or metals, yet they can devour everything, abduct mortals, collect food, and even travel hundreds of miles to attack a city.

Energy is always conserved. If one doesn't eat, how does one obtain energy and maintain bodily functions?

The answer is right in front of you.

The kidnapped people are all here.

They were imprisoned in this cage.

Liquid flow.

Locusts swarmed among them.

There is no process of absorption; they absorb another form of energy.

This evil lair abducts living people to feed its swarm of insects, not with flesh and blood.

They seem to be providing energy to the Grewind Swarm, which once appeared in another world and was defeated by the previous generation of Fire Thief, in another way.

"I..." Even the well-traveled Fire Thief, witnessing this wicked and shocking scene, couldn't help but gasp. Kang De slowly exhaled, "Damn..."

This is fucking...

His gaze followed the fruits and branches, finally settling on the center where the blood vessels converged.

Big Bob's body emerged from the massive pool of liquid, countless veins burrowing into every inch of flesh in the back of his head, back, and even his arms. He was pulled out of the pool, his gaze dark and angry.

Kant

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PS1: Five thousand words... Ah, I could ask an artist to draw some of the scenes in these two pictures. Goodnight.