Chapter 319 – The Bee Rush

Work went smoothly as usual.

At Winia’s judgment, we steer and proceed deeper into the jungle, avoiding the path we took recently. Of course, catching and killing wasps along the way was easier than twisting a baby finger.

It was a disaster on a city-by-city basis, but if it gets caught in our hands, it’s just a lowly monster that will just fly away.

It is to frighten the weak or the weak.

ㅡ flinch.

The wasp, which had just split off the head, shivered as it regurgitated all sorts of liquid. I immediately opened the stomach and took out the poison sac. The price also varies depending on the amount of poison in it, but this seems to be about 3 copper.

Tie the tail end so that it doesn’t leak, and put it in a bag. At some point, the full bag became quite heavy. It even feels like it’s watery because it’s liquid inside.

Even if I go back with only this place, I think it will be just a daily wage.

“Damn, let’s go that way this time.”
“Good.”

Since he was destroying every wasp he caught, the attack stopped at some point.

No matter how low your intelligence is, as long as you are a creature, fear will always exist. We were reigning in unmistakable terror.

“But there’s nothing but real wasps.”

It is literally a field of wasps.

The seeds of normal mobs, which were rarely seen before, dried up. In fact, there was no way that those who preyed on humans as their prey would have left the monsters in their territory alone.

It must have been that they ate all the monsters and came out because they ran out of food.

“There were so many real dryads last time.”
“Why? It’s a pity you didn’t see the bastard dryad?”

When I brought up the dryad story, Winia reacted sensitively.

I understand what you’re worried about, but since I’m a perfectly normal person, no matter how beautiful I am, I never go into heat with a monster.

On Earth, my beautiful home planet, there were some owners of crazy sexual desires called ‘Monmusu taste’. They were the dark beings of a truly unbelievable society.

As beautiful as dryads and allaunes are, they are monsters. Come to think of it, I think people with that taste would really like it.

I don’t understand.

“It’s a pity. I feel relieved inside. It’s like those devilish bitches.”
“Damn it. A bastard’s big breasts are all it takes.”

It’s good to have big breasts.
But it’s not a monster.

“What do you think of me? And their breasts can’t even jab at you.”
“Bastard, are you comparing my breasts to monsters?”
“No, I don’t mean that.”
“So what do you mean?”

Winia, who grabbed her horse by the tail her, stretched out her staff her and patted her breastplate within her mouth her. No, it’s impossible to compare the breasts of those dryads and Winia’s breasts.

Colossal breasts are never something to be laughed off.

I’ve never seen a woman with bigger breasts than Winia in my life.

“…It’s a story that our Winia’s heart is the strongest.”
“Do you want to say something out of context? You’re such a pervert. If you just drink milk, you’ll die.”

Winia laughed mischievously and lifted the top of her robe.

ㅡBreast bone.

She had a strong urge to put her head there. Like an ostrich banging its head on the ground.

“Conflict!!!!!!!!!!”

Immediately shaking off the delusion, I shouted.

“This is trying to seduce me with milk!!”

I tried to scold her loudly. However, Winia, who had already kicked off her mischief her, took out her own breasts and showed me her nipples her.

“Do you want a bastard come inside?”
“Yes.”

After taking a break like that, I buried her face between her breastbones her. I don’t know why the story goes like this.

“This chest is impossible to compare with a dryad.”
“Cuk-Cook. I already know. Because I myself know best what my breasts look like.”

My mind had already been trained by Cloudy’s lower body and Winia’s upper body hers.

“Huh, Drydra.”

And just then, Claudy chewed on the words. He is touching her chin as if thinking slightly seriously.

ㅡFlap and flap.

Her ears her were flapping like rabbits.

When I think about that strange thing, my ears move in that rhythm.

What are you thinking now

“Cloudy. You’re thinking strangely.”
“Huh? No?”

As I approached and asked, her eyes widened, and she avoided my gaze as she let go of her pretense. The bizarre doubt he had harbored in his appearance her turned into certainty.

“Then tell me what you were thinking.”
“A hybrid of a dryad and a human is possible… Kyaa!!”

Nothing more to hear

—Sseuk.

Immediately step forward and catch her from behind.

“Kyaat!

He hugged her and bit her protruding ear her. Cloudy’s ears and her are seriously sensitive erogenous zones.

In the sense of punishment, I used my teeth to bite into it, and soon a groan broke out.

“Who would have thought that!!! Uh!!!”
“Huuuuu!

Cloudy, whose strength in the lower half of his body had been released, was about to collapse while shaking his body hers. Of course, she did n’t fall because I was holding her tightly with my body her.

“Heeeee!!!”

I restrained her with my muscles in her and teased her ears her mercilessly. What? A mix between a dryad and a human? I won’t forgive you for that!!!

“Kat! Go…! I think I’m going! Stop it! I’m in trouble here!”
“Wrong! I didn’t!”
“I was wrong!! So please forgive me…!Heheh?!?!?!”

As he intensively attacked, Cloudy’s body her, which gathered her thighs together, convulsed greatly.

At the same time, she leaned her body against her as if she was about to crumble after bursting out with her loud ecstasy her. It was Cloudy who would climax soon after teasing her ears like this.

I don’t know what the hell they’re doing in the killer wasp’s bedroom.

“Ha…”

Her hot exhalation made her sit on her flat rock.
Do you dare to think like that?

“Really… I was just thinking that mixed races were possible. I never intended to have Katt do that with a dryad.”

Taking a deep breath, the true Cloudy glared at me and said.

“Ugh… Your panties got wet. I won’t forgive you when you go back.”
“That’s a good idea, sister. Shall we try the one we bought the other day when we get back?”
“I should.”

What, what did you buy?

“What are you testing?”
“Cook-cuck, bastard look forward to it. I’ve got some good ones.”

Did you buy some kind of suspicious medicine again?

Seeing the two of them flirting more and talking about something made me feel chills. Anyway, after taking a moderate break while chewing beef jerky and dried fruit, we went through the jungle again.

ㅡBooooong!!

Wasps flew in intermittently, but our target was the nest, not these guys. According to Winia’s instructions, they didn’t kill them, only wounded them and let them go.

If you’re lucky, he’ll guide you to the nest.

ㅡ Jerking and bucking.

“Oh. This feels good.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Look, bastard. You don’t feel like going round and round like last time, do you?”

I showed my concentration to the fullest and looked at the current direction.

There is no feeling of spinning…?

“Until now, those bugs deliberately went back to strange places to hide their nests, but it seems that the chicks are honestly going to the nests.”
“Oh, it’s Winia.”

Listening to Winia’s confident voice of hers, it certainly seems like that. I’ve tried several times to track down the wasp that hurt, but to no avail.

However, it seems that the results will be seen today.

—-For a while.

After chasing the wasp for a long time, we were finally able to reach the truth in the forest.

The back of the vine.

Between trees.

ㅡWeiyiying!!
ㅡBooooo!!!
ㅡKeeeee!!

On the other side of the jungle, there was something huge that appeared to be a nest of wasps.

“Hmm, there are quite a few of them? The nests are also strangely formed. Are they really different monsters from the Sand Hornet?”

It was a beehive.

Huge hive befitting the size of the wasps. Numerous killer wasps were busy crawling and flying around there.

“…Do you want to get closer? It seems a little overbearing.”
“Hmm… I think I just need to find a good place to defend. I think it will be over if I just burn it down there.”

That’s what it says.

We got close to the beehive to find a more usable place while destroying the bush.

ㅡaaaaa!
ㅡQuaaaaa!
ㅡSave me!

But the closer you get, the more you hear a strange sound.

The sound was so bizarre.

Doesn’t this… Sound like a human voice?

“Kat, did you hear me?”
“You also?”
“Yes. It’s a human scream.”

Are there any adventurers who found this place before us?
And you failed and got hit by wasps?

“Hmm.”

But it’s strange.

The screams don’t stop short… They keep coming.

What?

—Sabaksabak.

As I got closer to the nest, I witnessed the shocking truth about the scream.

“Uh.”

That.

“Uhhhhh?!!!!!”

So terrible— hell.

ㅡQuaaaaa!!!
ㅡSave me!
ㅡ It’s so painful!!

In my head.

— Congo in 1900.

Brutal and twisted killing addict The horrific scene of the 1900 massacre of Congolese by Belgians overlapped.

— Massacre.
-Belgium.
-Congo.

You might ask what kind of massacre the chocolatiers who made chocolate did, but in fact, the Belgians were a race of brutal criminals to the extent that it would not be an exaggeration to say that they made chocolate with people.

— Massacre.

Around 1900, the Belgians, brutal imperialists, invaded the Congo and made it their colony.

Like all imperialists, they did not mind massacres in the occupied territories, but they indiscriminately slaughtered Congolese for sheer pleasure.

Simply for fun, they snatched the little Congolese babies and threw them away like shot puts, and burned the boys and girls alive while dancing and singing happily like a campfire.

Killing adults just happened like a blink of an eye and a breath, so there was no need to even mention it.

It’s so terrible that it gives me goosebumps.

But.

Those were just light post-meal exercises after lunch.

The brutal Belgians didn’t mind getting Congolese families together to kill each other. I couldn’t find any guilt in them. Rather, they were evil bastards to the point of giggling and betting on who would survive.

Congolese could not even resist.

Because?

This is because, at the moment of defiance, torture experts hired by the Belgian government rushed to create the work. The Congolese people who saw them making ‘works’ had no choice but to fight with their flesh and blood in order to survive.

I’d rather have my family killed than be the work of Belgian torturers.

Even the Belgian chews did not hesitate to collect the Congo Boys and Girls in the Zoo, shoot and kill them all at once.

The right to slaughter children was even traded at a very high price.

For Belgians in the late 19th century and early 20th century, who were the worst trash race in history, massacring, slaughtering, strangling, slaughter, and annihilating powerless and kind Congolese children was nothing more than a fun and happy play culture.

There was even a culture among the Belgian chicks that treated the severed limbs of the Congolese as the most booty, so they went to bed at night, woke up in the morning, took off their sleeping caps and socks, and immediately traveled all over Congo, abducting and killing people. Did.

It is not for nothing that 10 million Congolese died during the colonial rule.

All because the Belgians committed a hedonistic and brutal carnage.

—-And such a horror.

—-It was spread out in front of my eyes.

Killer wasps, like the brutal imperialist Belgians, were doing terrible things.

I felt the shock as if my brain was being shredded.

“Oh, ohhhhh…!!! Ohhhhh!

ㅡWheeeeeing!!
ㅡBooooong!!

Between the honeycombs.

So.

—-Inside that hexagonal space.

The heads of humans crying out in pain were sticking out.

ㅡ aaaaa!!!!!
ㅡ Take it out!!!!!!
ㅡMom aaaaa!!

Their number reached at least several tens.

People who are eaten from the bottom of their bodies by larvae confined in a huge nest. This was the end of the people kidnapped by the killer hornets!!!

“Ughhhhh!!!!”

A scream came out of my mouth.

ㅡThe victim did not discriminate between men and women of all ages.

Those who let out a scream were all someone’s son or daughter. They weren’t the ones who deserved to die so miserably and horribly!!

ㅡ Boo!!

In the air constantly new abducts of the living and the dead were carried to their nests by the wasps’ strong legs.

When a swarm of wasps throws a human corpse into the cell of the hive—

ㅡAwesome!

A large murderous caterpillar emerged and picked up the body with its large jaws.

Terrible sight!!!

Only then did I come back to my senses, and I had no choice but to draw my sword while screaming loudly again! The head of the person trapped between the beehive’s beehive reminded me of Grandpa Mangtae’s house!

ㅡ Kkeaaaaa!!

That scream that keeps flowing!!!

It is such a grotesque sight!!!

“This is not real-!!!!!!!!!!”

The heads of dozens of people clinging to a large beehive grip my mind. I couldn’t think of anything anymore.

I couldn’t even tell which was imperialist, which was Belgian, and which wasp.

Raising my knife, I decided to kill all the wasps in this place. For Congo’s independence.