Jia Xiu had never seen anyone genuinely use a cannon to swat a mosquito, but now he was genuinely using divine arts to "swat" bugs.
This was probably the most grandiose and ritualistic death a Quaternary Insect had ever suffered—unprecedented among insects of old, and likely never to be matched by those to come.
Its death would last for dozens of minutes. Under the combined effects of divine arts and Druid spells, it would be taken apart and held with its target organs exposed until Antoine had extracted and separated every substance that could be extracted from them.
And to ensure the spells could be maintained on it, the continuously supplied magic power was enough to cast several ninth-circle spells.
Now, the entire insect looked like a specimen artwork with a faintly occult air.
Every part had been separated and floated in midair, preserving their original relative positions but spaced apart. Yet they remained connected by some intangible property, keeping the whole structure from collapsing. Its main blood vessels still pulsed, pumping again and again.
The entire scene looked more and more like a group of supervillains. Even their laughter would have to sound like "heh heh heh."
The experiment's chief person in charge was using the divine power of the God of Pain. A ring of Druids surrounded him—guardians of nature, yet they were casting extremely complicated high-level spells on an insect. Closest of all was a strange man with curly hair, fiddling with all sorts of bottles and jars, "blending" solutions of different colors and soaking the insect's still-active organs in them.
It was hard to convince anyone this was not some kind of evil experiment.
Fortunately, there were no organizations in this world shouting that insects deserved protection too.
It was rather strange when he thought about