“Wholesale scale?! Buffet coupons?!”
Atop the head of the ten-mile-long Ancient Locust Queen, Cult Master Gu Chong (Rank 8 Late) trembled so violently that the praying-mantis skull crown on his head rattled like castanets.
For five hundred years, whenever the name of the Locust-Swarm Cult was spoken across the star sectors, planetary governors wept, sect elders locked their mountain gates, and mothers used Gu Chong’s name to scare crying children into going to bed.
Yet today, in System #48, a ten-year-old boy had just swatted one of his Rank 6 commanders into a plate of spicy mayo, three thousand of his own outer-sect disciples were currently waiting in line at Hong Ling’s booth to trade their sacred war-locusts for beer tokens, and Pei Xuan was standing on a train balcony asking if he wanted to weigh his ten-mile Queen by the pound!
“PEEEEEI XUAN!”
Cult Master Gu Chong let out an ear-splitting shriek of humiliation and rage, biting the tip of his green tongue and spraying a mouthful of dark, sizzling blood onto the golden antennas of the Ancient Locust Queen!
HUMMMMM—SCREEEEEEECH!
“Blood-Sacrifice Secret Art: Ten-Thousand-Poison Acid Flood!” Gu Chong roared, his green hair whipping wildly around his face as he drove three poison needles into the top of the Queen’s skull to stimulate her venom glands. “You dare turn my sacred children into bar snacks?! I will have the Ancient Locust Queen spit a river of Rank 8 Star-Corroding Acid straight onto your train and melt your entire buffet…
