The swarm of insects outside was already swarming in, and all the survivors were extremely tense.
Young Alex, anxious, leaned against the wall when suddenly a spider as large as a child’s fist, covered in black hair, landed on the back of his hand and began crawling up his arm towards his chest.
Chris Redfield acted quickly, stabbing the spider through his sleeve with a dagger.
“Be careful!” He didn’t have time to say more, quickly moving to assist another survivor.
It was chaos—utter chaos!
The ground was covered with hard-shelled insects, and countless scorpions and centipedes emerged from a nearby cave while the ceiling was adorned with colorful spiders. The sky was even streaked with insects that looked like dark clouds.
Victoria Hand was fiercely brave, wielding a flamethrower against the swarm of insects.
The agents had a plan. Some were rescuing survivors, while others joined the fight against the insects.
Bella, as planned, began ‘luring’ the Reaper.
She stood silently next to a pre-arranged chair.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… at the count of thirteen, a giant beetle knocked over the chair.
The chair tilted to one side, tipping over a table, which then crashed to the ground, flinging a dagger that the agents had missed. The dagger, ‘whooshing’ through the air, aimed straight for Bella’s neck.
Such minor troubles no longer concerned her; the angle of the dagger and her position had all been calculated in advance. Lowering her center of gravity, she deftly sidestepped, and the dagger flew past her shoulder.
The dagger, following the laws of physics, did not curve or fly off for miles. It traveled a normal distance of about twenty meters, impaling several flies before clattering to the ground.
“Did it work?” Victoria Hand asked urgently.
Bella looked around and closed her eyes to sense the situation, realizing the Reaper’s attention had not shifted much.
“No! Wait, I’ll try again!”
She positioned herself in front of the trap once more to ‘lure’ the Reaper.
By then, a massive swarm of flying insects had invaded the makeshift camp, their sharp mouthparts eager to suck the blood of all living beings.
The agents, following the plan, protected the survivors within a defensive circle, using flamethrowers on the outside to combat the insects.
But there were still vulnerabilities under the onslaught of the swarm.
The survivors could only wrap themselves in blankets, clothes, or bedding to protect themselves.
Faced with the overwhelming swarm, their nerves completely broke down. More than a dozen female survivors could only scream instinctively, their shrieks piercingly loud and so high in decibels that even Bella was affected. The male survivors looked extremely distressed, and even a few female agents were struggling to endure, barely holding on.
“Come kill me!”
“Come on, kill me if you dare!”
Bella continuously sent mental suggestions, actively blocking out external disturbances, and finally managed to provoke the Reaper’s killing intent again.
This time, the threat wasn’t one of their pre-arranged traps but a grenade thrown by an agent in a moment of desperation at the swarming insects, which then, after several bounces, ended up at Bella’s feet.
She was focusing on a rope two meters away when the sudden premonition of death nearly made her jump.
In a flash, seeing the grenade that had quietly landed by her foot, she no longer cared about hiding her abilities. Grabbing the grenade, she hurled it back at the swarm.
“Boom!” A large area was cleared with the explosion, and immediately, more insects filled back into the ranks.
The grenade, thrown by an agent and re-directed by Bella, caused the swarm to split into two factions that fiercely attacked them.
Facing the overwhelming swarm, Bella felt a tremor of fear. She had to retreat into the protective circle of the agents, also applying her invisibility spell, murmuring, “You can’t see me, you can’t see me,” trying to diminish her presence.
The agent who threw the grenade wasn’t so lucky. A spider with coarse hairs crawled from his neck to his mouth, and other insects like centipedes and scorpions burrowed into his ears and nostrils. Within ten seconds, the agent’s face turned purplish-black, and he was dead.
For the Native American curse, one of the culprits had died, and the other seemed to be missing.
It then sent a large part of the swarm into the sky as if performing some act, furiously gnawing at something in the air, sensing another key culprit hidden there!
Repeatedly disrupted, the Reaper was also furious. While he needed to create coincidences to attack humans, he could dominate the insignificant insects with his nature.
Any insect that approached him would die silently within a second. The Native American curse was fearless: if a thousand died, two thousand would come; if two thousand died, three thousand would replace them.
The insect curse regarded the Grim Reaper as an invader, a “white man.” The more he killed their insects, the more they wanted him dead. Thus, they launched a desperate charge against the Reaper.
The Reaper was no less defiant. Any insect that entered a certain range would instantly lose its life force. The two sides were unyielding and soon were locked in close combat.
“It worked!”
Bella almost jumped up with excitement; her plan was solid, and had succeeded twice already!
Battle! Fight to the end!
Humans were fighting against the insects, and the insects were battling the Reaper. Occasionally, the Reaper would focus on the survivors, but his behavior was too rigid. The endless number of semi-magical, semi-material insects quickly drew his attention. These insects, under the curse of the Native American chief, some of which had lived for over two hundred years, also possessed undying attributes.
Now noticed by the Reaper, both parties entered a state of relentless battle.
“I can’t take it anymore! I want to go home!”
“Oh God! Oh God!”
“Run! Please, I can’t hold on anymore!”
“Stop! Are you trying to get killed by going out there?” Bella pulled back several survivors who were about to run outside.
She actually sympathized with the survivors, a group of people left in the dark, not knowing who or how they were fighting. Managing to last this long was quite impressive.
The survivors were almost hysterical in their frenzy; they wanted to run, and the farther, the better. But neither Bella nor Victoria Hand supported leaving now; they wanted to wait until the Reaper and the Native American curse had settled their battle before making further arrangements.
“Shut up! Whoever yells again, I’ll make sure they die!” Victoria Hand fired repeatedly above the heads of the survivors, forcefully suppressing their panic.
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