CHAPTER 546: CHAPTER 338: BLACK COCOON VS. BEE KING "QIAO

Above the ruins of the hive, the Restraint Incarnation, Cezar, and the Bee King "Qiao" stood facing each other, separated by a hundred meters.

"You have no chance of winning," Qiao said. "Leave my sight now, and I’ll let you go."

As he said this, his gaze was fixed straight on the "Black Cocoon" not far away—he had seen the Black Cocoon in Su Wei’s bookstore. Although they had only met once, he knew this person knew Su Wei, which is why he left a chance for the latter to turn and flee.

"Let me go?" Black Cocoon tilted his head slightly, still looking down at his comic book, "Did you just say... you’d let me go?"

"Do I need to say it twice?" Qiao asked.

At this moment, his tone did not reveal anger; it wasn’t like a vengeful person who had just had their kind exterminated, rather without sadness or joy.

"To kill you, I only need 30 seconds," Black Cocoon said, raising a finger wrapped in a restraint belt.

Qiao remained silent. He slowly lifted his eyes, and his dark golden pupils were filled with a chilling coldness.

"30 seconds?"

"That’s right," Black Cocoon said while flipping through the game guide in his hand, "Do you know, this book I casually picked from the store says, ’When we fight numeric monsters, we should send mechanisms that suppress them entirely, and when facing mechanism monsters, we should send numeric monsters that ignore all mechanisms.’

He paused: "But if there’s a Boss with both numeric and mechanism attributes, and we must take him down, then we should think about exploiting a game bug."

From Qiao’s previous actions, Black Cocoon could see that either Qiao hadn’t fully adapted to his newly evolved body, appearing sluggish and not much faster than his form before evolution,

or when Qiao evolved into Bee King, he diverted all his attention to upgrading his superpower without having the time to adapt his physical body, thus his state was unstable.

In other words, Qiao had reached a very high level in superpowers, but his physical body hadn’t caught up.

But even so, he had already surpassed all Catastrophe Levels, at least standing at the pinnacle of Catastrophe Level without any problem.

Once he adapts to this body, the Bee King will continue to evolve, by then becoming an impeccable Mythical Level power user.

"Even if I’m not fully adapted to this body, killing you is more than enough," Qiao coldly said, "This is my last warning to you."

"Thanks for your warning, I understand," Black Cocoon closed the game guide, "So, can we get started?"

"Is that bookstore owner nearby too?" Qiao suddenly asked.

"Yes."

"Good... then I’ll have to kill you in front of him," Qiao coldly said.

The words ended. Qiao’s figure had disappeared, not even needing to flap his wings, he shot straight towards the two of them. The ground cracked, and the surrounding rocky mountains collapsed at that moment.

Cezar had already, a second earlier, pulled out a Generational-level card—"Tower of Babel"—from the Anecdote Atlas.

He crushed the card in one grasp, and amidst the thunderous roar, a giant tower that reached the sky rose magnificently and grandly.

This time unlike the previous ones, Cezar still chose a high-level usage of the Generational-level Anecdote Fragment, that is, merging himself with the Tower of Babel.

At the same time, he brought Black Cocoon into the interior of the tower, protecting him from any harm.

Qiao halted in front of the towering structure, lifted his head, and silently gazed at the towering tower reaching into the sky. He had not seen wrong; Cezar and Black Cocoon were swallowed by the shadow of the giant tower in an instant, a scene so sudden and baffling.

He examined the surface of the giant tower, assuming it wasn’t a trap. He thought it couldn’t be simpler to destroy this tower.

But Qiao didn’t rush to tear the tower apart and slowly lifted his head.

His gaze crossed over Alexandra sitting on a miniature Moon, taking a glance at the higher top of the sky.

Within the fishtail-patterned clouds, a gigantic silvery-white teaching ruler was faintly appearing and disappearing. That teaching ruler floated under the night sky, and a familiar figure stood with arms folded, motionlessly above.

Separated by thousands of miles, Qiao exchanged a glance with that silhouette.

Su Wei.

Seeing this person, Qiao’s mood was somewhat complex; the night wind brushed his indifferent cheeks.

He suddenly realized he was already alone. His entire race had been completely obliterated, and on the island, he could feel no presence of any Light-Eating Bee.

All he had left in this world was this friend from the human world.

Although the two hadn’t known each other for long, Qiao found this time quite extraordinary; it was the first time he met a human who neither feared him nor brandished a sword against him.

Qiao didn’t know if he would regret it someday or find it boring and tear this human’s neck apart.

After all, since the birth of the Four Great Bee Lords, only about half a month had passed. In the human world, his age didn’t even level a toddler just learning to walk.

Yet, in these short fifteen days, his acquaintance with Su Wei had taken up a third of them.

Now all this was about to crumble.

Qiao moved his gaze away from Su Wei and back to the towering figure in front of him.

At this moment, inside the Tower of Babel, it was dark, pitch-black, where one couldn’t see their fingers stretched out.

Even looking up, the moon wasn’t visible, only trickles of moonlight filtered through the crevices of the tower, but still couldn’t illuminate the place, as if shining into a deep well.