I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Chapter 376
As soon as he started to talk, the hive became much more energetic. He muttered, from Napoleon's unattractive trousers, to Zhu Baba holding the sky, he could tell more or less the history of the earth from all over the world. I've seen it with my own eyes.

Sanskrit, ancient English, ancient Chinese, all kinds of languages ​​were made up at will, and the curse words of various dynasties were like beans, and the Scarab Ricky clan was scolded to the bottom.

But after mumbling for a long time, seeing Edward standing there, he laughed loudly, "Boy, don't tell me you can't do it, I can tell you, give me another chance, I still have to do it, don't you can't do it ,Come!"

"If you hurt me, I will kill you. I have no burden." Edward stretched out his finger, and flames burst out from it
"But you have blocked the earth for so long, and the people on earth owe you a favor. I can't save you, but I can let you go back to the earth before you die."

"Huh?" Hive was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, but then they dimmed. "Don't talk about that, the earth doesn't owe me anything, kill me, end it quickly, I won't last long."

"You don't need to worry about the scarab, I'll take care of it, you just have to say, do you want to go back to Earth again?"

Honeycomb moved her fingers and licked her lips, "You really can?"

"Okay, but I have to get rid of the scarab."

Edward rubbed his fingers together, turning the air into a cigarette, and stuffed it into his mouth. He didn't like smoking, and he didn't know how to, so he choked and coughed.

The hive and the scarab are almost one.

The hive died, and the scarab died. It was because of his cooperation that the scarab was destroyed.

It is impossible for Edward to take him back at the risk of losing control of the hive.

But the hive was out of the scarab and he couldn't live.

If he wanted to return to Earth, he had to go back with a dying body.

Either die in this alien wilderness, or die on Earth.

"I didn't expect that in the end, I was quite lucky. I could choose where to bury myself. Not bad, let's do it."

Edward walked behind him, stretched out and pulled, and the scarab fell from the hive, its whole body dancing uncoordinatedly, like a dance of a mental patient.

Edward simply threw the scarab into the mirror world, and the guards who had prepared for a long time, led by Diablo Wushuanglong, directly captured the scarab alive and escorted it to the magic star.

No matter how strong the scarab is, that is, the cutting-edge technology of a single universe, what if it can still send signals across universes?

The scarab was sent to the magic star and immediately sent to be disassembled. After figuring out the working principle of the scarab, Edward can wait to receive the supercomputer of the scarab series.

Without the scarabs, the cells in the hive collapsed and blood continued to fall. Looking carefully, it was dead parasites.

In the next half an hour, all the parasites on his body will die one by one. When the last parasite dies, the existence of the 'hive' will be completely annihilated.

"You won't lie to me, will you?" Hive asked.

Edward threw the cigarette under his feet, stepped on it, and it was directly decomposed into a molecular state

"walk home."

Edward's voice trembled a little, and there was a faint light of pure white in his eyes.

Without taking the honeycomb to Stonehenge, Edward slipped his hand, opened the pocket space "Great Wall of Earth", and jumped back to Earth from the Great Wall of Earth.

Under normal circumstances, he can't do this, but if they acquiesce, it will be fine.

The space door opened, and the hive and Edward stepped on a piece of jungle land.

Earth, Honduras jungle.

The sky is high and the clouds are thick, but it can't block the venomous sunlight. In front of you is a lush tropical rainforest, a jungle full of mystery.

The first remnants of the Mayan civilization were discovered.

The hive was not as excited as Edward had expected, and seemed unusually calm, walking forward step by step.

The moment he stepped into the jungle, the image of the hive changed. It was no longer a monster-like hive, but an ancient warrior with mysterious patterns carved on his body and black eyes.

As if walking out from the distant past, the most heroic warriors of this distant era leaped horizontally and vertically, shuttling through the jungle thousands of years later, without any unfamiliarity.

The hive is very calm, he is not running aimlessly, but looking for something, with a spear in his hand, he squats down from time to time, avoiding the looking eyes, when the eyes move away, he will stand up Get up and approach.

It was a fast-running deer, and it did not belong to any class in the world, but an existence that was recorded as extinct.

It seemed to have sensed something and ran wildly.

Seeing this, the hive quickly moved through the rainforest with a spear in hand. The roots of the trees growing out of the soil blocked the road and he swiftly passed over them. Some jagged stones and dangerous insects on the ground were avoided by his rich experience.

He quickly approached the deer with an experienced attitude. After reaching a certain distance, he raised the spear with his right hand and threw it with his right arm.

The spear shot across a perfect parabola and hit the deer's chest. The deer struggled twice, let out a wail, and fell to the ground not knowing.

The hive let out a regular howling sound, approached quickly, saw the prey, drew out the spear, and mended twice.

Then he danced around the prey twice, like some kind of mysterious consciousness. After dancing, he returned to the direction he came from, bowed, and muttered words, as if he was praying.

After doing this, he happily carried the deer's carcass on his back, and led Edward through the rainforest again to an open field.

An open land that does not exist on modern satellite maps or paper maps.

The hive took Edward up the lush hillside and sat on the cliff of the hillside. Below the hillside were patches of border fields, terraced fields, and swampy paddy fields, all of which were full of mature grains. When the wind blew, golden waves surged. .

"Ah woo woo woo woo..."

The hive issued an incomprehensible call sign, the sound was very loud, reverberating in the whole world, and there were echoes.

"The high priest said that only the bravest warriors are qualified to shout the slogan of the sun god."

The hive finally opened his mouth, and his body gradually became transparent.

"Boy, do you know? Back then, I was also the bravest warrior in the tribe. When we resisted the tribe next door, we chopped down a dozen of them by ourselves.

I was the first one to rush up, and the last one to rush down, covered in wounds, and the whole tribe applauded me. When the priest sewed my wounds, we didn't even blink an eye. That was really the most prestigious time for us.

It's a pity that the group of blue grandchildren were arrested later, aggrieved, bah.

Speaking of which, when we went out that time, we still hunted prey for the sacrifices in the tribe. We shouldn’t have gone. We were helping a few people to pack corn for the sun god. I don’t have any other hobbies, but I like the moment when the cornfields are ripe The taste of the field is very fragrant.

It's a pity that the guy who was supposed to be hunting fell down and broke his arm. There was nothing to do. There was not much delay in the sacrifice, so I had to go.

Once I went there, I never went back.

Later, people came to the earth, I didn't parasitize them, just two people talking together, it's good, but they can't, they're crazy, no one talks, and there's nothing to eat in that place, they can't live long, sometimes they beg me Eat them, no way, too partial.

As I remembered more, I discovered that the tribes that fought the most fiercely at the beginning formed the Mayan civilization. Fuck, I really doubted the significance of our fights at that time.

Thinking about it now, it is also stupid. How could there be any fantasy at that time?At that time, if they didn't fight, the women in the tribe would have to rob them of food. In the future, if they can't get enough to eat now, who would have any dreams about the future.

Boy, let me tell you that there were many people who were kidnapped from the earth like me back then. When you meet them, don’t show mercy. After thousands of years, they may not be friends or enemies when they really come back.

kid. "

Honeycomb meal.

"what."

"I'm home."

When the wind blows, the aroma of ripe corn fields is overflowing.

On the hillside, Edward, who was alone, stood up and smelled it.

"It's delicious."

(End of this chapter)