Inside the armored thorax of the Queen Mother Locust, the Upper-World Scout Envoy Lord Kui was sweating like a turnip in a steamer basket.
Through his crystal viewing mirror, he had just watched his invincible army of ten billion Star-Swallowing Devourer Locusts—an ancient plague that had wiped out seventeen mortal galaxies during the last three harvests—get washed with cooking wine, battered in garlic cornstarch, deep-fried twice for extra crunch, and handed out in paper bags to smiling peasants!
Even worse, right on the screen in front of him, a burly mortal general in black iron armor was happily crunching on a carriage-sized locust leg while placing an order for fifty million barrels!
“B-barbarians! Insane lower-realm gluttons!”
Lord Kui’s voice cracked into a high-pitched squeak as he clutched his golden scout badge. He was a Rank 9 Early cultivator from the outer servants’ quarters of the Upper World’s Heaven-Reaping Ministry. Before descending through a spatial crack six months ago, he had boasted to all his fellow stable-boys that he would easily fatten up the Devourer Swarm on fifty eastern galaxies and return to the God Realm as a rich nobleman.
Instead, his entire ten-billion-bug army had been turned into afternoon bar snacks in ten minutes!
