Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 185 - 62: Battle Against the Broodmother (Part 2)
The information gathered was limited.
"Let’s gather some information while we’re at it this time," Su Xiaocai said with a selfish motive, thinking that those who wanted the intel would have to offer her some benefits.
After all, nobody cherishes free things.
Su Xiaocai hummed a tune happily, dodging the attacks of three Insect Men, while watching Wu Qingqing and the others struggle to cope—it was the best opportunity for adaptation.
Su Xiaocai knew that the battle above was surely intense, and killing the Mother was necessary.
Advancing alone increased the danger significantly, but with support, the safety level rose.
The premise was that the support wouldn’t die.
Wu Qingqing and the others diligently dealt with the Insect Men, quickly grasping the attributes of these creatures.
Despite their sharp tongues and merciless banter, internally, they were all anxious yet maintained composure, each protecting their teammates in their own way.
After killing over two hundred Insect Men, they finally reached the core area of the nest.
Facing the terrifying nest once more, Wu Qingqing took a deep breath; in the game, it felt shocking.
In reality, the sound of death’s horn echoed through her mind—what a nightmare.
Much like in the game, enormous and piled with insect eggs like a mountain, what’s worse was the countless life forms hanging from the plafond.
Strands of equally long threads suspended humans, large dogs, and insects; the Insect Men had learned to stockpile food.
Liu Xun shivered; all of those humans bore expressions of painful grimaces—it was unclear if they were dead or alive.
"Can those people be saved?"
Wu Qingqing had no hope, "With so many, they must have been missing for a long time."
Hu Ping cynically mused, "Without food or water, yet still active, it’s inevitable the Insect Men added some special seasoning—raw pickling. Alive, yet dead."
"Raw pickling..."
Wu Qingqing and Liu Xun shivered, telling Hu Ping to talk less.
"Tsk, your imagination is lacking, let me expand it for you," Hu Ping, nervous, couldn’t control his mouth, saying something to ease the atmosphere.
Su Xiaocai said, "Remember to turn on the recording function, and cover for me."
In the center of the nest lay a gigantic monster.
It hadn’t sensed humans entering the pit, its head remained buried in a "pillow" of intertwined tentacles.
The Mother had multiple forms; this one had a slender body like a scaleless snake.
Its back was covered with fine threads, each connected to bumpy tumors, but those weren’t tumors, they were eggs.
Endless eggs.
Insect Men kept hatching from them.
Some Insect Men instinctively crawled out of the pit upon birth, starving beyond measure, for the food in the pit was not meant for them, so they had to go out and hunt.
Those weaker and unable to move were hung by a "spider" with a flower-like tip.
They would become one of the Mother’s food sources.
Insect Men could devour each other to evolve, but could never harm the Mother—that’s an irrevocable iron rule. In hunger, the Mother could even demand a warrior sacrifice himself.
The weak Insect Men did not struggle, willingly becoming part of the Mother.
Coming here, the Insect Men surprisingly didn’t attack, perhaps thanks to the stockpiled food overhead.
They also considered the intruders as reserve food.
A rare moment of cleverness, yet being too clever led to their undoing.
"Once I attack, those Insect Men may attack you, do whatever you see fit."
Liu Xun felt his legs weaken; they had been fighting continuously for over an hour, and fatigue crept in.
But Su Xiaocai had already dashed forward, her resolute back figure was merciless.
Liu Xun internally wept, Su Xiaocai truly deserved her reputation as a genius capable of battling the Mother at such a young age, lacking ordinary human empathy.
Big Shield was raised, "Come on, I’m not afraid." Liu Xun psyched himself up.
Su Xiaocai drank two vials of Nutrition Pills, gripping the Magnetic Blade she retrieved from space with both hands, slicing through the air while launching an energy beam along the blade’s edge, exhausting all the Energy Weapon’s power.
The defenseless Insect Mother’s body was severed in half.
The Mother was taken by surprise.
The tentacles atop its head scratched backward, puzzled at not feeling its slender, beautiful form; a little farther back, the sensation was odd, like pressing soft flesh.
Its flesh should be elastic.
Turning to look, it saw the severed rear half, already deflated.
The soon-to-be-hatched Insect Men were absorbing its energy, unable to restore its body.
Furious, the Insect Mother lifted its head, its gaze sharp, radiating murderous intent.
The teammates in defensive stances inhaled sharply, saying the Mother was ugly, but not entirely.
Very uncanny.
They had seen renditions of various Insect Mother appearances in textbooks, none related to this thing.
The monster before them epitomized the diversity of the Insect species.
