Symphony for the Insect Princess

"It seems a bit wasteful to just eat you as food. What should I do with you?"

He pushed up his glasses and began to think seriously.

"Oh, right, there's one more project I haven't done yet: 'How many basil seeds can a single primate nurture simultaneously?' Let's try it now."

Gurgle gurgle gurgle gurgle.

Vines stretched out towards Qimila, surrounding her completely, and her small figure was almost submerged in the green.

"These vines will penetrate all the acupuncture points on your body and sow seeds. The thorns on them are to expand the inoculation area. It may be a little uncomfortable, but the strong Miss Qimila will definitely be able to endure it, right? Oh, I almost forgot to mention, don't try to chew your tongue to commit suicide. It won't kill you, and it will be extremely painful..."

Qimila could no longer hear the second half of his words.

My consciousness became increasingly blurred, but my sense of touch became clearer and clearer. The needle-like murderous intent was so real, and the thorns of the vines that pierced my body were so sharp.

dying.

I’m going to die...right?

And instead of dying a quick death, they were violently invaded by these vine monsters and then exploded from the inside by the plants.

It's too awful.

My consciousness was sinking and fading away, but my body's senses had become extremely sharp, as if every nerve was covered with goose bumps. The two completely contradictory feelings were like tearing my spirit in two.

obviously,

Obviously, such pain, such hell, should not be endured by oneself.

Being killed by plants or something like that, this half-baked execution is really too weak. It's not even foreplay, but I have to die for it. It's too unreasonable.

Trash execution method, only suitable for trashy people.

For example, this guy with glasses who plays with plants.

Obviously don't understand anything.

If you want to study, you must completely treat people as objects, without any emotions other than the desire to know.

If you want to rape me, you must devour me from the inside out, and completely abuse my body and mind.

This man.

so boring.

it is ridiculous.

So miserable.

So contradictory.

A boring man. A childish execution. An idiot. A fool. A bastard. A scumbag. A half-baked person. Cute. Terrible. Hateful. For research? For curiosity? To satisfy twisted emotions? Or perhaps a twisted sexual fetish? Torturing others is a gradual process, an art of infinitely prolonging the moment of death, a technique with a longer history than magic. Doing it recklessly will only backfire. Following one's desires recklessly is simply satisfying one's desires. Even self-satisfaction can't be considered torture, interrogation, or punishment. They are all processes of coming into contact with death. By observing and even experiencing the deaths of others, one reflects on one's own death, constantly unraveling the deeper meaning of death. If one can understand death, then one also understands life and death. Life and death are two sides of the same coin, inseparable. Only by seeing through the true face of death can one understand the true meaning of life and thus complete it. The true sublimation of soul and flesh, death. Sweet death. If life is a big cake, then death is the cream and honey sprinkled on the cake, an indispensable embellishment. Life is beautiful because of death, and death is precious because of life. Praising life is praising death. Singing about death is also singing about life. If you want to explore the true meaning of life and death, don't look for thinkers or philosophers, just find a senior and experienced executioner or torturer. You will never be able to understand the truth by relying on empty thoughts. Only by slowing down the process of death and observing it closely in practice can you see the only answer in the accumulation of countless repeated cycles -

Answer,

Come,

Right,

I will show you

That one

only

answer

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Dark World

Turned white

Small beads floating like drops of blood

I heard crying

Who is crying?

I heard a wild laugh

Who's laughing?

"Rami Qiu"

"Qimila"

"We"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Your love is forever"

"Teach this newbie"

"Can you control what will happen?"

"What is"

"——What's that like?"

"The real execution—"

Chapter 78 Tyrant (I)

What kind of knife is more suitable for Lingchi?

Typically, they used sharp knives, a set of gleaming knives, ranging from large to small, with blades so sharp that even a strand of hair would be instantly severed. The execution depended on the circumstances. If there was mercy, the first cut would be made on the forehead, covering the eyes with skin to lessen the fear; but if one wanted to inflict greater pain, they would start with the breast meat, the exposed ribs and lungs beneath them being visually striking.

However, there are also instances where a blunt knife was used. The characteristic of a blunt knife is that it requires multiple back-and-forth cuts to remove a piece of flesh, maximizing the pain. However, the disadvantage is that the wounds are irregular, and the victim may die before the intended number of cuts is reached. Lingchi requires considerable skill, and one of the essential skills of a good lingchi executioner is to ensure that the final cut inflicts the death penalty—not too early, not too late, not too few, and not too few.

From this perspective, it is better to use a sharp knife.

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"Wait... I'm a little confused. The Blasphemous Demon King is your deceased husband, and you are his wife. You also said that they died seven years ago... Seven years ago... Wasn't that the year the Pantheon successfully defeated the Blasphemous Demon King? They killed your husband and children, so that's why you hate them so much? After they died, you escaped and hid in Balbra. You even made an undead creature look like 'Ariel' and raised it as a child as an outlet for your maternal love?"

"You can guess whatever you want. That's your business."

"..."

Sedroon stared at Charlotte with burning eyes, and the latter turned her head away as if she didn't care.

"..."

"..."

"... Never mind. It's none of my business anyway."

Sedroon put away his hostility. After all, it didn't matter to him where this woman came from. Her necromancy was not to his liking, so he didn't want to learn it.

"Compared to all that crap you've got...where's the sample?"

"Here it is."

A little skeleton searched the object from St. Anthony - a disc engraved with complex patterns. It seemed to be a very ancient artifact and was nothing special in itself.

But this is a priceless treasure, with traces of a great secret treasure remaining on it - and it is an ownerless great secret treasure. It has also been given multiple seals to keep the traces stable and preserve them for a long time.

"Great, I got it too."

Sedroon took out the crystal tied with a thin chain and shook it. These things were probably the personal belongings of the owner of the ownerless great secret treasure, so they were stained with the magic mark of the great secret treasure.

"That makes two copies... but we're going to act together, right? Wouldn't two copies be a bit redundant?"

"What's extra? If we get it, no one else can. If we have all three samples of the magic mark, we'll be the only ones in the city who can immediately identify the authenticity of the great secret treasure... What are you doing?"

"Body search."

Charlotte found another large secret treasure from St. Anthony, which had letter numbers on it and was obviously a fake.

"It's fake, what's the point of having it?"

"Maybe it will be useful?"

"Tsk, you're overthinking it... I did take it though, I searched it from that old lady Bing."

Setron also took out two big secret treasures, which were carried by Glory - of course, they were also fake.

"We've taken care of two of them, so now what?—what the hell!?"

"how!?"

Both of them were shocked and looked in the same direction in astonishment!

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"Huh...huh...huh..."

Aisia leaned against the wall, the cold moonlight pouring in from the window beside her, casting a dark blue hue over the blood-stained room.

"Really? It's better than I thought...eh!?"

At that moment, her heart trembled violently, and she quickly rushed to the window with her gun in hand.

"What? This magical power?"

A terrifying surge of magical energy suddenly erupted from a corner of the city! It could be felt even from this distance, its intensity surpassing that of great mages and war spirits like Glory and Saint Anthony, and it was still rising! Along with this terrifying surge of magic came… a certain feeling, a feeling that even the knowledgeable Aisia couldn't describe. It wasn't something words like "terrifying," "magnificent," "heavy," "icy," or "eerie" could describe!

but……

If I were to express this feeling directly in plain words...

"...accelerating towards death?"

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Zheng!

The vines of the Posala, which were strong enough to easily withstand a direct attack from a high-level magic warrior, broke at this moment.

Zheng!

Cut the top bud in half.

Zheng!

Chop straight down from where the vines meet.

Zheng!

Cut the whole flower bud into pieces in an instant.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang clang clang clang clang clang! ! ! !

The icy light danced in the night, as graceful as a butterfly among flowers, as light as a spider weaving a web, and as ethereal as a phantom moon in the water. That touch of cold white seemed to respond to an inaudible melody, cutting, chopping, and stabbing with a wonderful rhythm. After this infinitely extended moment, only plant debris was left on the ground.

Before the stunned Rodrigo, the vines squirmed like animals, ending their lives with silent roars. Thick green plant juices splattered, but not a single drop touched her. It wasn't so much that they were dodged or blocked, but rather that they were afraid and couldn't get close.

Snap, snap, snap...

The sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Rustle, rustle, rustle…

The sound of something growing.

Blah blah blah blah...

The sound of parts being assembled.

as well as--

This, magic.

Vasara was Rodrigo's labor of love, his beloved, and the product of his absolute confidence. Yet, now she was being subjected to one-sided abuse—even this fact could not bring him back to his senses.

What's this magic?

The amount is too big.

The fluctuations are too strong.

Definitely superior to the other four people including Saenris.