Chapter 18 The Mysterious Boy and the Ancestor
After a few small-scale battles, there were several days of sunny weather.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief because the Zerg did not like to be active in exposed weather.

Even the frequency of attacks was lower than usual.

This reduced the intensity of the sentinels’ work and indirectly made the guides feel a lot more relaxed.

But Ian always felt something was wrong.

Although there was nothing to worry about based on past experience, his keen intuition told him that he should not lower his guard.

So he took a team of sentinels out for patrol, leaving the other sentinels to guard the Ninth District Fortress and the Black Tower.

The atmosphere in the Black Tower was obviously much better than usual. Most people were relaxing and taking a rest, and occasionally there were bursts of lighthearted laughter.

“–What is that!” the sentry with sharp eyesight leaning against the window suddenly shouted.

Qianzhi followed the sentry’s gaze.

It was a transparent, sticky object that was slowly crawling and climbing outside the glass wall of the black tower.

What’s even more terrifying is that when people look further away, they are horrified to find that this sticky substance is almost everywhere on the black tower.

They crawled at a very fast speed and soon climbed to the fifth floor, and were still going up.

Bang! The sentinel with long-range attack capability fired without hesitation.

The attacked transparent body instantly revealed its full appearance. It was made up of a group of mimic slugs. They spit out sticky, thread-like mist, which continued to roll into larger spheres, and the color became brighter and brighter.

It finally turned into a bright and dangerous red, and made the sound of a bomb about to ignite!
“Everyone get down!” Bo Lan rushed into the hall, and the defensive sentinels behind him instantly deployed a collective defense shield.

The sound of a series of explosions suddenly rang out from the wall. The high-density biological explosives actually blew holes in the wall of the black tower with the highest defense in an instant.

The slugs that had not yet exploded invaded the wall at an increasingly faster rate.

“Evacuate here quickly!” Bo Lan transformed into a half-beast form, and used his sharp claws to tear apart the slugs that had not yet exploded, throwing them out of the tower.

He keenly noticed Qianzhi’s position, leaped in front of her in a few steps, used his tall body to block possible dangers, and signaled her to follow his team members and leave.

Qianzhi nodded and pinched Bo Lan’s fingertips, which were a little rough from holding weapons for many years:

“Don’t push yourself too hard, come to me soon.”

She would not ask Bo Lan to go with her.

Bo Lan is the general of the Ninth District. The higher the position, the greater the responsibility.

All she could do was not cause any trouble to anyone.

They ran down the emergency exit.

The Ninth District has a special topography, so when it was first established, another small fortress was built behind the Black Tower and hidden underground. Only in extremely special periods will the entrance appear as an emergency station.

The explosion inside the black tower caused the quantum wall to be breached, and the flying Zerg took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.

“Locke! Qian Guide is in your hands!” The tall sentry slashed a beetle’s attacking front leg with his sharp sword, and roared while defending the people behind him.

Chie is not only a precious guide, but also their most beloved companion.

“Qianqian, go this way!” Locke kept firing bullets from his two guns while using his body to block the insects’ sight.

The location they took was very secluded, and the fortress was not far ahead!
Qianzhi took a few quick steps and suddenly felt the warm body temperature of the boy who was leaning against her disappear.

She rushed forward while looking around.

But after taking only two steps, Qianzhi lowered her head due to the sticky feeling under her feet.

She then realized that what she was stepping on was no longer the flat ground, but a sticky milky white spider web! “Oh?” A clear and mellow boy’s voice suddenly came from behind her.

At the same time, a cold white hand pinched her shoulder, causing Qianzhi to turn around and face him.

It was a silver boy.

Her long silver hair was draped behind her, and her peach blossom eyes were half-closed lazily, letting her long silver eyelashes droop down, covering her silver eyes that were shining with an eerie light.

His lips were as red as blood, and were slowly curling up, revealing a bit of snow-white teeth.

Locke was tied up by the spider web and hung unconscious on the branch behind the spider.

“Guide? Human?” His question was tinged with a hint of pleasure.

He pinched Qianzhi’s chin with his slender and beautiful long fingers and rubbed it repeatedly.

He moved closer to her face and sniffed gently.

“How strange, there is no stench like that of humans.” He murmured.

“You are not human.” Qianzhi did not answer his question, but stared at the boy’s pupils that shrank into a line, defining his identity.

“And my sentinel, please give it back to me.” She moved her fingers slightly, and a vine branch appeared at her fingertips.

The boy in front of him was too weird.

He sat on the forelimbs of the giant spider, his ankle-length silver hair swaying in the wind, his face looking calm and peaceful.

The quiet atmosphere around formed a sharp contrast with the black tower that was still exploding not far away.

“Yes, I am not human,” the young man said with a sick smile.
“You are so perceptive. I like you very much.”

But the next moment his expression changed instantly, becoming cold and weird: “But I don’t like you mentioning other things, even if it’s useless humans!”

His silver hair fluttered up instantly and wrapped around Qianzhi like countless tentacles.

Qianzhi’s expression froze slightly, and his arms turned into vines, trying to stab the boy’s forehead.

Her vines can penetrate through their foreheads and force their way into their mental images.

But the moment her vines carried her consciousness into the mental picture, Qianzhi was stunned.

This young man’s mental vision is so vast that it is almost like a microcosm of the universe!
Her vines were just a tiny part of it, exiled in the boundless picture, unable to even grab a target to attack.

No wonder she couldn’t clearly smell the boy’s emotions, nor could she control his mental trajectory.

Qianzhi staggered back, struggling to pull his consciousness out of the boy’s mental picture, while recalling the vines that had not yet been pulled out.

But the vine that had not yet been pulled out was easily grasped by the young man.

He pinched the tender branches with his slender fingers and let it wrap around his gaunt wrist several times.

He slowly exerted force on his wrist backwards, pulling Qianzhi towards him.

“Why should I run away? Isn’t my spiritual vision beautiful?” The young man raised his arm and kissed the vines wrapped around his wrist.

“Besides, you are not completely human.” He opened his red lips and licked the tiny leaves on the vine with the tip of his tongue.

After tasting it, the boy’s nonchalant expression suddenly changed.

“This smell.” The lazy and unfocused silver eyes suddenly widened, the boy tightly grasped the vine, his silver hair sticky like tentacles wrapped around Qianzhi’s slender waist, and he murmured in a low voice:

“Ancestor?”

(End of this chapter)