Chapter 147: The Hive Empress
The Progenitor Queen did not blink. Her pitch-black insectoid eyes stared directly into my glowing red visor.
"Rip off my crown?" the Queen repeated.
Her telepathic voice did not just echo in my mind. It physically multiplied. It felt like billions of crawling insects were suddenly chewing on the inside of my skull.
"You are a primitive mutation," she broadcasted, the psychic pressure multiplying exponentially. "You belong in the dirt. Submit to the Hive. Become my favored drone."
The sheer telepathic weight of her ancient Hive Mind slammed down on me.
Anise gasped and dropped to her knees, clutching her temples. Nyssa cried out in pain, her glasses cracking from the sheer psychic frequency. Even Rolf staggered backward, his golden eyes dilating in pain.
She was trying to overwrite our souls. She wanted to erase our individuality and turn us into biological puppets.
I did not fall to my knees. I stood perfectly straight.
