Rapid speed, amazing jumping, huge body, ferocious mouthparts, evil patterns, plus a pair of extremely vicious serrated scythes.
I know that this is the goal I have been pursuing, the overlord of this land, the owner of that terrifying figure - the bark mantis.
She was obviously looking for food in her own territory, and the flies that had been flying at low altitudes became her targets.
I saw that its extremely huge body was well hidden at first and was completely undetected by us. Then it passed high over my head in an unusually light arc, and the scythe closed quickly.
The fly quickly disappeared from my sight. When the bark mantis landed on the ground, I saw the fly from the folded sickle foot of the mantis, and the outsider above had been cut into two pieces.
The fly's exposed legs kicked a few times, but could not break free. The mantis brought the fly's head with a pair of big red compound eyes to its mouth, quickly ending its resistance and vitality.
The body of the fly quickly disappeared into the mouth of the bark mantis. Tissue fluid and blood flowed along its mouthparts, and bits of meat and carapace leaked out from time to time.
This extremely bloody scene made me feel extremely comfortable watching it.
Damn fly, this is what happened to you too.
I thought of the soldiers who died after the decisive battle. Most of them were overtaken and killed by outsiders. As for the culprit that caused so many retreating soldiers to be hunted down, there is no doubt that these flies have a place.
In the entire war, only Fei once successfully hunted and killed a fly. Most of the time, we were helpless against them.
Now, at least I let a fly die in the mouth of a praying mantis, even if the cost may be my life.
My broken leg was particularly painful. Because I didn't lick the wound in time, the wound was still bleeding, and there was a constant stinging pain. Especially when moving, when the wound accidentally touches an obstacle, the feeling is really worse than death.
I can no longer run. When I was healthy, I had no confidence in escaping from the bark mantis' sickle alone, let alone the injured me now.
I could see myself in the bark mantis’s big green compound eyes, and I knew that I had been discovered by it. Before, it had just chosen a more suitable prey—a fly, and temporarily ignored me.
But I know that a fly will definitely not be able to fill its belly, and I will be next.
I simply stopped and silently licked the wound to relieve the pain. Now, I am no longer afraid of death, at least I will make myself comfortable before death.
Seeing that I didn't run away, the bark mantis continued to enjoy its feast of flies, eating every fly in two or three bites.
Then, it raised its legs, opened its scythe, and walked towards me.
Come on, monster! Come, die! Come, my tribe!
I stopped on a blade of grass, motionless, ready to wait for my ending, the ending I had already anticipated.
At this moment, suddenly, a noisy sound came from behind the bark mantis.
The bark mantis was suddenly frightened and turned around suddenly.
From behind it, I saw large groups of outsiders pouring out from behind the grass like a tide. Then, after a brief pause, they pounced on the bark mantis mercilessly.
The bark mantis also obviously sensed the hostility of the outsiders. It immediately flapped its wings, accelerated its jump, and crashed into the dense team of outsiders.
The bark mantis was seen waving its scythe, and its serrated hind legs were kicking around. Many outsiders were either killed by the scythe, or kicked away by its hind legs.
And the outsiders are not weak. Although they are small in size, they are numerous in number and attack the bark mantis layer by layer without fear of death.
The bark mantis was climbed up by many outsiders without paying attention. These outsiders were very experienced. They firmly grasped the surface of the bark mantis's body and prevented the bark mantis from jumping or flying short distances to escape.
Then, these outsiders quickly move to the weak spots such as the bark mantis' joints and carapace gaps, and start stinging desperately.
In pain, the bark mantis swung the sickle faster and more intensively, killing many outsiders. However, the outsiders still attacked vigorously regardless of casualties, causing the bark mantis's wounds to increase rapidly.
The sudden change left me at a loss. The outsiders and the bark mantis were both existences that could kill me easily, but now they were fighting fiercely.
At this time, the desire to survive that had escaped returned to my body again. I immediately got up and fled in one direction.
At this time, there were no flies in the sky, no outsiders chasing behind us, and no need to worry about the elusive shadow of the bark mantis in the grass. After licking my wounds, they had generally recovered, and I walked extremely quickly and dexterously.
——I am the dividing line——
At dusk, I arrived at my original destination—the tribe’s old lair on the hill.
However, I am heartbroken.
No, nowhere. After a careful search, I determined that there were no young queens or young warriors in or around the old nest.
In fact, the old nest has become the home of some small reptiles who like darkness. If they had been here, these little reptiles would have escaped long ago.
There are no traces of them around the old nest.
Thinking of the two flies that once turned to search for them, and thinking that when the outsiders fought with the bark mantis, these two flies never appeared, I have a bad feeling.
I dare not think about the worst ending. My tribe is finished, and the only hope is the young queen ant. If she dies too, what's the point of my life?
I live alone, with no companions, no descendants, and no tribe will accept me. I am just a corpse that is about to die.
Unwilling to give up, I returned to the old nest, drove away the little reptiles, and spent a night alone. It was a cold night, a lonely night, and a desperate night.
The next day, the young queen ants still didn't show up.
But I felt huge pain in despair, not only the pain of the soul, but also the pain of the body.
I felt that the injury to my injured leg was getting worse. Not only was the pain getting worse, but there was also heat and discomfort.
I know I won't live long, I've seen this happen before. Once soldiers are injured, they must lick the wound as soon as possible, otherwise they will easily develop this symptom. Even the strongest warrior will die if this symptom occurs.
I simply climbed up to the ground, facing the rising sun, and crawled slowly in my vague consciousness, looking for a trace of light and heat to warm my cold body.
Then, I seemed to see the claws of the evil god emerging from the ground and crawling towards me.
Haha, the person who greets my death is not a god, but an evil god?
