Chapter 502: The dark wall-wonder

It came soon enough.

A mass of water that poured from the mountains like a Great Flood. Even if I flew (with my astral projection, of course) so high in the sky that trees looked small as grass and pillar mountains looked small as trees, the streams of water looked countless and endless.

The streams were churning grey and dirty brown, almost black, from all the dirt they carried with them. Where it could, water followed existing rivers, but where there were none or not enough of them, it overflowed and created its own streams.

This was why we needed a wall that could encompass the entire length of the region of melted snow. Because otherwise, these streams would’ve found a way into the Bee Empire.

From this high up, the speed of the water looked slow, but if I were to teleport closer, it would rush past me faster than a car. The mass of water was strong enough to uproot entire pillar mountains that got in its way and carry them down the mountains.

It crushed countless beasts, large and small, which were unfortunate to be on its way. Disturbed dragons were flying in the skies, crying in alarm because their nests were broken so suddenly.

‘Could so much water break even the ice wall?’ I thought worriedly.

It was so tiny compared to the water streams that I couldn’t even see most of it from up close. My girls have warmed the trees with fire so they grow to the limit of their height, and planted them in several rows just to be sure water won’t overwhelm them—but what if this wasn’t enough?

I was soon to find out.

The water reached the closest tree wall. The report from the bees who maintained this wall section reached me before I noticed the fact with my own eyes.

In the next instant, I teleported there.

The sight was one of a kind.

This section of the wall surrounded one of the largest rivers—and the largest dams—in the region. It was also one of the most structurally vulnerable places. If it held, others would most likely hold, too.

But the wall of three rows of trees (all spaced out from each other by several dozen meters, so that there was extra space for extra water) and a dam made out of a mass of ice didn’t look like something that could stop a flood of this scale.

Several dozen bees—the gardeners and guardians of the tree wall section—were hovering at a safe distance nearby, watching with eyes wide open. Their thoughts were so loud, I heard them without trying.

Some of them were praying for luck, while others were forcefully thinking about how this HAD to work correctly, because this was Father’s plan, after all!

This was as close as any bee got to praying.

A dark wall of water poured closer to the trees. Where it hit already existing ice, it spilt to the sides, searching for another way—and met more trees.

Upon reaching their aura, the water froze immediately into a grey, bubbly mass. It looked nothing at all like the pretty blue and white glaciers from pictures.

If there were less of it, this is where it would stop. But although the front wave froze, the mass of water behind was still pushing it forward!

It actually barely slowed down.

With each second, more water was pushed forward, and more water froze as a result. The tree branches moved in the wind, and flowers budded rapidly on their branches, alarming the gardeners.

Before they were forced to fly closer and cut them (with a possible risk of being hit by water!), the water did everything itself.

Its mass was so large that the ice crossed the entire width of the tree wall’s freezing aura and crushed the front row of trees!

This must’ve been how glaciers moved—by being so heavy that they ploughed the earth but STILL moved forward!

Now this miniature (but massive like a Great China Wall!) glacier was ploughing the earth and pushing broken ice-hole trees with it!

Then the glacier began crossing the space between the first and the second row of trees. Each meter of distance slowed it—almost imperceptibly so, but it did.

My mind worked at overdrive, calculating the mass and the strength of the glacier. In the end, I let out a breath of relief—by the third row, the glacier would slow for sure! The more it moved forward, the deeper it dug into the ground, and the harder it was to move.

Then I looked at the dam.

There, things were much, much worse.

The dam was a more monolithic structure, and it was less rooted in the ground.

Under this weight, any normal dam would’ve cracked and broken long ago. But this dam was self-repairing, in a way—whenever a crack appeared, it froze over immediately.

However, this wasn’t enough.

The water was pushing the dam forward. The entire thing!

‘Quickly!’ I messaged the leader of the local group of gardeners. ‘Call your sisters, call all of them—you must reinforce the dam! Anchor it at the sides with more trees! Place extra ones behind it!’

The bee jolted from the sudden message, but immediately after flew around, sending her own.

Besides the group of gardeners I saw at first, several hundred more bees appeared in the vicinity, flying from the nearest parts of the wall. Even more were called from the nearest work camp.

On their person, these bees had emergency seeds, which they now rapidly began planting on the river banks. As soon as cold-resistant bees put the seed into the ground, a fire-breathing bee would spit napalm at it to make it grow with incredible speed.

Then, a gardener would bend the tree, forcing it to grow over the river and freeze its surface.

But the dam was moving forward, and it had already crushed the first trees placed in its way.

Dozens more were placed alongside it, and dozens more were placed to the sides to make sure the water won’t seep into the Bee Empire there.

But I wasn’t sure if this would be enough!