newbobooks Chapter 722 The Speaker-Powered Shooter Can't Do Anything
Chapter 722 The Speaker-Powered Shooter Can't Do Anything
Just then, the Zerg decided to launch a large-scale attack on the Beastmen.
Everyone hoped to be selected for the team attacking the Beastmen.
Unfortunately, everyone was left behind to protect the cubs.
The incident occurred late at night.
Just moments before the dense forest was torn apart by the bloody wind, Li Shuwen was guarding the outermost edge.
He was the first to sense that something was wrong; there were too many unfamiliar presences.
"Enemy attack—!"
His warning chirp had barely been emitted when the first scream came from the entrance to the nest.
It is a ladybug responsible for keeping watch at night.
Its body was pierced by sharp claws, and its small wings were still trembling slightly, trying to fly up and warn others.
"Speaker Cricket... Master..." Seeing Li Shuwen rushing towards it, a faint smile curved its lips. "I... blocked it for a moment... right..."
Then, those tiny eyes closed forever.
Li Shuwen's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by something.
"Hahaha! Look at this bunch of trash!" The cat leader strode out of the shadows, his eerie green eyes sweeping over the trembling insects.
"Ladybugs? Orb-weaver spiders? Hazelnut balls? Potpots? These things dare to stand in our way?"
"Insects are insects," the large wolfhound bared its teeth, contemptuously licking the blood from its paws. "No matter how much they jump around, they're just trash that can be crushed with one stomp. They don't even get to scream a few times before they die. It's laughable."
"Where's that Circle Mage?" Zangoose Blade leaped forward. "How dare it use us, Zangoose Blades, as a stepping stone! I'll tear it to shreds!"
Li Shuwen slowly raised his short blade.
Behind him, the silk spiders, hazelnut balls, potpots, and three bees huddled together, trembling, but none of them retreated.
"The Zerg..." Li Shuwen's voice was deep, yet it clearly penetrated the eardrums of every beastman, "and there are also tenacious and indomitable warriors."
"What did you say?" the cat leader scoffed. "Just because—uh?!"
Before the words were even finished, a piercing sound wave suddenly exploded!
A piercing sound!
The high-frequency sound waves were like steel needles, piercing the brains of every beast!
The large wolfhound clutched its head and howled in agony, the Mongoose Slash's movements froze instantly, and the Weavile covered its ears in pain.
In that instant, Li Shuwen's figure soared into the air!
Swallows return!
His short blade traced a perfect arc, slicing past the throat of the foremost Mongoose Slash.
As blood splattered, his twin blades glowed with a pale blue light—Sword Dance!
The sharpness of the blades is layered upon layered, making the blade's light even more ferocious.
"Kill him! Kill him!" the cat boss roared.
The mongoose swarmed forward, their claws tearing through the air. Li Shuwen's wing membranes fluttered slightly, and his Swallow Return technique darted and flashed through the enemy ranks.
Every maneuver was precisely aimed at avoiding fatal attacks.
The intermittent bursts of sound from the insects' chirping disrupted the enemy's rhythm, and the piercing noises repeatedly weakened their defenses.
Then, the fatal needle prick!
The short blade pierced through the chest of a Weavile, and as the body fell, Li Shuwen felt a faint surge of power flow into his own body.
Deadly needle prick!
Another large wolfhound fell, and power surged in once more.
The scythe pierced through, and another mongoose fell with a slash; the power continued to build.
The cricket's shell was already covered in cracks, and its wings were soaked in blood—some of its own, and some of its enemies'.
Each swing of the blade felt like a thousand pounds, each breath carried the stench of blood and rust. But he couldn't stop, he couldn't fall, because—
"Speaker Shrimp Lord...we...too..."
A faint voice came from behind.
Li Shuwen turned around, his pupils suddenly contracting.
The silk spider, covered in blood, used its last bit of strength to spin silk that wrapped around the hind leg of a mongoose slasher.
Four of its eight legs were broken, yet it still clung tightly to the net.
"Let's try...to...fight...for...everyone..."
The mongoose roared and turned around, tearing the small body of the round silk spider apart with a single claw strike.
"A round silk spider—!"
The hazelnut ball came from the side, its small body curled into a ball, and slammed hard into the mongoose slash!
"I...am also...a warrior...!"
Its voice abruptly stopped as it was bitten to pieces by another large wolfhound.
Shushu blocked an attack with its heavy shell. Three mongoose claws fell at the same time, the shell shattered, and its body slid down softly.
"I... blocked... it..."
The three bees charged frantically toward the enemy's face, using their wind-generating skill to try and create a gust of wind to block the enemy.
They were swatted down one by one, crushed one by one, but not one of them escaped.
"For...the sake of...Speaker Shrimp Lord...we'll fight for..."
Li Shuwen's eyes burned.
We can't stop! We can't let their deaths be in vain!
"Aaaaaahh ...
The ear-piercing sound exploded again, this time with all his might!
The enemy's movements froze in unison. On Li Shuwen's short blade, the dark light and the blue light of the sword dance intertwined—it was anger, it was sorrow, it was the fighting spirit burning to the extreme in a desperate situation!
Swallows return!
Deadly needle prick!
The chirping of insects!
A piercing sound!
His figure darted wildly through the enemy ranks, each dodge precise to the millimeter, each attack aimed straight for the vital points!
One meerkatole fell, then two more fell, and the howls of the large wolfhound rose and fell. Weavile turned to run away, but was fatally pierced through the back by his needle!
"He's gone mad... mad! This guy's gone mad!" The leader of the cats finally started to retreat. "Retreat! Retreat now!"
The beastmen were routed and fled in panic, leaving behind a trail of corpses.
Li Shuwen stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his twin blades supporting him on the ground as he gasped for breath.
His body was riddled with holes, his wings were so broken they could barely flap, and blood dripped from the tip of the blade into the soil.
He slowly turned around.
Fragments of the orb-weaver spider are scattered across the web.
The small hazelnut ball curled up on the ground.
The pot's shell shattered into several pieces, making it too heavy to carry.
The three bees' wings stopped fluttering, and they lay quietly in the pool of blood.
And the first ladybug to fall, it was still trying to fly up and warn others when it died.
Deep within the nest, the fairy egg remained unharmed.
The cubs huddled in the deepest part, shivering, yet they were all still alive.
Li Shuwen gently vibrated his wing membranes, emitting a faint and calming insect chirp.
Just like at the end of every training session over the past two weeks, tell them:
"Don't worry, everything is safe."
His body tilted slightly, and he fell down without a ripple.
The wind whistled through the silent, dense forest, carrying the last echoes of insect chirps.
The tiny corpses surrounded him, as if they were still protecting him, or as if they were telling him:
"Lord Shuwen, we... are warriors too... right...?"
The insect eggs in the nest trembled gently, as if bidding farewell to these humblest and bravest heroes.
The moonlight shone down, illuminating the small pile of remains.
They were so small and weak in life, but after they died, they piled up into a mountain.
Li Shuwen blinked and felt a little heavy-hearted after returning to reality.
If he could have been a little faster, perhaps everyone could have survived.
He even talked about being a speaker stunner, but he couldn't do anything at all.