CHAPTER 178: CHAPTER 144: THE TRUE MEANING OF CREATION, HUMANOID BROODMOTHER!?

The swarming insects collapsed, shattered, annihilated!

The pressure eased greatly for Qin Hui, Old Qiao, and the others, with only a few stragglers breaking through the force field edge left to clear.

Watching Fang Qingyu’s figure, like a god or demon, wade through the sea of insects.

In their hearts, they all knew where Qingzi had gone just as the meeting ended.

The battle ended much faster than anticipated.

Centered around Fang Qingyu, within a radius of more than ten meters, lay a scene of devastation.

Insect corpses littered the ground, ice sculptures stood, charcoal smoked, and the ground had caved in.

The Star Force Field slowly retracted, but the lingering chill, heat, and suffocating stellar pressure in the air still left Qin Hui and the others in fear.

Fang Qingyu stood with his blade sheathed, the starry glow, black flames, and lava patterns on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity-Slaying Blade gradually fading.

"Clear the traces, go!"

The sound finally broke the brief silence.

This place was not safe to stay for long; the intense battle fluctuations would inevitably attract more insect swarms.

The team quickly crossed the intersection full of corpses and continued to speed along the predetermined route through the abandoned residential area towards Central Park.

...

Inside a residential building.

The air in the living room was filled with the heavy smell of disinfectant.

The sickly sweet and distinctive smell of insect gland secretions, and... fear.

A blue binding device buzzed, its light flickering like a large, unstable soap bubble.

The blue binding device, like a massive unstable bubble, held a "Shadow Prowler" the size of a millstone, its compound eyes flashing with a violent red light, tightly trapped at its center.

Each collision triggered fierce energy ripples and harsh electrical noises.

The project leader, Dr. Lin Ao Li, codenamed "Viper".

The edge of his bald head was beaded with sweat, clinging to the protective mask.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the waterfall of streaming data on the control panel, and his fingers trembled slightly from excitement and tension.

"Quick! Engineer Zhang, increase the sedative dosage! Its neural activity is still rising!" Lin Ao Li’s voice came through the internal communicator, carrying a suppressed excitement, "Captain Chen, stabilize the binders with your men! The more fiercely it struggles, the closer we are to our goal! The residual ’Weaver of Fate’ primordial neural cord inside it is highly active!"

A young researcher, Xiao Wang, operated swiftly on the control panel, his voice slightly uneasy: "Dr. Lin, the risk is too high! The core temperature of the binder is approaching critical! And..."

"Shut up, Xiao Wang!" Lin Ao Li abruptly interrupted him, his eyes behind the protective mask sharp as knives, "What do you know? Do you think the headquarters allocated so many resources for us to venture into this Purgatory just to catch a few bugs as specimens?" He let out a mocking laugh.

His gaze swept over the busy researchers in the living room and the two modified martial artist guards on alert like sculptures, his voice low but carrying a near-fanatical allure:

"Think about it! ’Abyssal Weaver’! A Profound Tier mother beast Life Ghost of the insect class! What is its most core value? It is its absolute core ability to spawn billions of insect swarms and control them!"

He suddenly pointed at the giant spider struggling within the force field: "Catching this ’Shadow Prowler’ is because it was an early guard personally catalyzed and hatched by the ’Weaver of Fate’ using its own ganglia!"

Then, he glanced around the room, his eyes gleaming with ambition and greed: "Imagine! Once we successfully strip and replicate the core ability of the ’Weaver of Fate’... we can transplant, maybe even grow those invaluable abilities! Create more efficient, more powerful, more controllable carriers! No longer these ugly bugs! But... more perfect, more humanoid biological weapons!"

"A humanoid mother insect! A walking swarm Will! This is the true meaning of ’Creation’! This is our ultimate goal on this mission! What’s a little risk for this target?!"

The living room fell into a brief silence, with only the buzz and scrape of the binder.

Young researcher Xiao Wang opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, looking at the struggling beast within the force field with complicated eyes.

Captain Chen and another guard remained expressionless, but their fingers seemed to tighten on their weapons, as if the future depicted by Lin Ao Li of a "humanoid mother insect" was an enormous temptation for them.

"So!" Lin Ao Li’s voice was resolute and commanding, "By all means necessary! Capture as many guards as possible, so the success rate of future transplants can be higher!"

...

The cold wind stirred the dust of the ruins, sweeping across the balcony.

Fang Qingyu and the others crouched behind a broken wall, like rocks melted into the shadows.

Dr. Lin Ao Li’s fervent, greedy, ambitious declaration in the living room of the neighboring building just now was clearly heard by everyone in the team.

"Transplant, humanoid mother insect..."

Qi Hao’s expression turned extremely strange, mixed with shock, anger, and an indescribable sense of absurdity.

He slowly turned his head to the silent, statue-like Fang Qingyu beside him.

The night wind blew a few strands of hair off Fang Qingyu’s forehead, revealing his cold, profound eyes, with starlight silently burning and lava slowly flowing within.

Qi Hao licked his somewhat cracked lips, lowering his voice to the limit, tinged with uncertainty and inquiry, as he clearly asked:

"Qingzi... do we take them down?"