<h4>Chapter 1366: A Fork in the Story</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions
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The battle ended as quickly as it began.
After it stabbed its evolved stinger into the center of another Eye of Branch Nest, victory became an instant certainty. The quick diffusion of its neurotoxin destroyed its target’s will, causing it to lose control over its “de” and “foot.”
It looked at the copsed Eye of Branch Nest and retracted its stinger in satisfaction.
It used to be like these pitiful creatures, aimlessly gathering repeatedly, waiting for the Mother of the Nest to determine their fates. But while thetter had yet to evolve, it had already be a hunter of the Nest Eye.
Compared to its initial appearance, its evolved state was aplete overhaul.
It exploited the pheromones that some deep sea fishes had, separating its eyes from its internal organs and attached them to its skin, at the same time evolving its ribs into a carapace brimming with magic power. This exponentially heightened its defensive capabilities, and if it encountered the despicable two-legged lowlifes again, thetter would no longer be able to easily intrude into its body.
Aside from that, it had deemed that long distancebat was far safer than closebat. It could now produce raw silk possessing explosive elements, and use them to fire gallstones and bone spears. Although it referenced it from the bodies of other lowlifes, it was a lot more effective. It did not rely on magic power to attack and was not weak towards God’s Stones. To amodate these organs, its entire body had expanded three times and any typical “de” was incapable of harming it.
Lastly, the evolved stinger that produced neurotoxins was both capable of fatally wounding arge target and preserving its intact body for the monster to absorb its pheromones. It was a multifaceted weapon.
Without a doubt, it could not be regarded as the same species as those Eyes of Branch Nest.
For the sake of distinguishing itself from its previous form, it learned from the lowlifes and gave itself a name—”Devour”.
To devour everything and evolve.
And all the scattered Eyes of Branch Nest harvesting pheromones in the sea were undoubtedly the most valuable prey.
The next thing to do was to enjoy the moment.
“Devour” opened its carapace and unleashed countless tentacles that pulled the carcass into its own body bit by bit.
Right at this time, it suddenly sensed an extremely peculiar undtion—
The degree of the undtion was so immense it felt as though the world was howling in unison!
“Devour” gazed up to the sky, and aside from the dark clouds and Bloody Moon, the vast sky did not seem to be experiencing any changes. But in its eyes, endless ripples were undting incessantly across the dusky sky, spreading out into the distance.
An intense sense of unease enveloped “Devour”.
Regardless of it being violent eruptions of undersea volcanoes or earthquakes, these natural events produces all sorts of wave motions, but none of that couldpare to what “Devour” was feeling. The ripples were too pure and filled with a cadence which made it even more terrifying.
The ripples dissipated quickly into the horizon, but before “Devour” even recovered from its bewilderment, a familiar sense surged through its tentacles into its body.
It was the Mother of the Nest issuing its evolutionmand!
Themand was received by the Eyes of the Branch Nest, and a new connection was established with “Devour.” After losing the connection with the Mother of the Nest for so long, it never expected to once again hear the echoes of its species.
But it did not stop there, upon deciphering the content of themand, Devour’s subconscious mind immediately had the desire to obey!
No!
It was no longer an ordinary nest eye!
It was a unique individual!
It spat out the remaining carcass of the Eye of Branch Nest and rolled left and right on the ground in an attempt to resist its remaining instincts. The “des” and “feet” guarding by its side were so afraid they remained stationary until they were smashed into meat patties after being struck by a sweeping stinger. Its actions stirred up waves through the surrounding waters. It was practically doing its utmost be be able to suppress the urge stemming from the bottom of its heart and inhibiting the allure by force.
Devour gradually calmed itself down. After hesitating over and over again, it finally allowed the ‘feet’ to drag the nest eye back. After all, Devour gained the knowledge of where the eyes were moving towards and felt that its future hunts had be even more convenient.
Devour carefully inserted its tentacles back into the center of its prey and immersed itself in the willpower of the main nest, recording all themands umted within the pheromones.
But the end result shocked it beyond words!
There were... too many orders!
The process of evolving was an extremely serious affair. It was impossible for every single rposition to be wless, like how flexibility and firmness are inversely corrted, a sudden spike meant a weak continuation. To achieve perfection, one had to consider the bnce of the whole entity. It was because of this that everymand issued out were constant repeats of analyzing and filtering all pheromones before a decision was made. It basically did not ept more than two strains of pheromones, and ced emphasis on extraordinary evolutionary constructs.
However, Devour had received and read many evolutionary constructs that were acting on many Nest Eyes.
For example, the ‘ability to endure pain,’ ‘rapid regeneration,’ ‘rapid reproduction rate,’ ‘sharp carapace,’ etc... to the point that some of the pheromones came from unfiltered sources and went against the Mother of the Nest’s former modus operandi! It did not stop there; some of the orders included pheromones that belonged to primitive beasts, and these were orders that showed no regard to the consequences!
Indeed, the mass of evolutionary constructs were capable of strengthening the species in a short span of time, but at the same time, it limited its prospects as a species. Devour faintly remembered the direction of the carved blood vessels—their ultimate evolution goal was not for survival, but to fly higher than the sky.
But once an evolution waspleted, the ws brought about by the inferior pheromones were difficult to be mended and the price to pay was toorge.
Devour was unable to understand why the Mother of the Nest would make such a decision.
Fortunately, Devour’s fate had been severed from the species, so regardless of what their evolution signified, it had nothing to do with Devour.
After finishing up its prey, Devour dived deeper into the ocean and disappeared amongst the waves.
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Is it toote...
The Guardian stood at the calm seashore and looked into far north.
The waves gently washed up the shore, producing gentle and monotonous rustling. But she knew that this was most probably thest tranquility the sea would have.
The distant sky had been dyed a deep red with the asional arc lights formed by magic power flickering away, just like arge storm gradually taking form. Not longter, the blood-red clouds would befall the Land of Dawn and be a part of the battle of destiny.
And further into the distance, ck ‘tides’ rose out of the water surface that extended several hundred kilometers like a moving ind.
Under the guidance of the Divine Will, they were all finally converging.
This was a scene she had witnessed countless times.
But this might possibly be thest.
But it did not mean the end. To the world, it only meant a brand new beginning. But this beginning was merely a repeat of a ten million year cycle, and the Guardian of the next cycle would no longer be her.
No one knew if the youngdy found her way home. She turned to face the south and thought, <i>‘If only we have the chance to meet again.’</i>
<i>‘Let it be soon.’ </i>She prayed from the bottom of her heart.