Seeing the resigned look on Yameier's face, the Screeching Lord bared his teeth again and broke into a savage grin. Satisfied, he twisted his massive body, slowly turned around, and crawled toward a hive nearly a hundred thousand meters tall in the distance. As he crawled, he drawled, "Then, honored guests, follow me. We prepared long ago. We are only lacking the tiniest, most insignificant bit of strength."
Breathing deeply, the Screeching Lord continued at an unhurried pace, "We have been preparing for many years. Everything is ready. But all these years, we have been busy breeding offspring, and we expended far too much life essence and power. If we use too much strength on this matter, we will not have enough power left to face the challenges that follow."
Yameier said in a low voice, "So you thought of us?"
The Screeching Lord stopped, turned back, and gave Yameier a long, searching look before slowly shaking his head. "There was originally someone else in mind, but you happened to come across us. And you are more suitable than the candidates we had prepared, so we came for you."
Yameier had originally been curious about whom these insects had selected before them, but after thinking it over, he decided the question had no meaning and simply shut his mouth. His heart was full of rage. These insects had actually learned how to set people up—something utterly beyond their expectations. But just as the Screeching Lord had said, since they were here, they might as well settle in. He wanted to see what these giant crawling creatures intended to do.
Gods' Revelation was not an organization that could be deceived at will.
As they proceeded, the number of larvae gradually dwindled, while the number of adult Fallen Gods grew larger and