Chapter 127: A Strange Experience
"I need Inhumans. Lots of Inhumans!"
In a hidden underground lab run by Baron Strucker, Hive was roaring with rage.
Ever since Gene annihilated most of Hive's parasite swarms, his strength had plummeted. To restore himself to his former power, he needed supplements—living hosts.
"Please, calm yourself. Our capture teams are already in motion," Baron Strucker hurried to assure him. "Very soon, you'll have a fresh batch of Inhumans delivered to your side."
Hive's expression didn't change. His voice was cold and mechanical. "I need them now."
Then, without warning, a cloud of tiny insects burst forth from Hive's body and shot across the lab—straight into the scientists working there.
In the blink of an eye, the life and energy were drained from their bodies. They began shriveling, collapsing like puppets with their strings cut, and then crumbling into ash.
The gray dust of their remains rose like a storm, swirling and settling across every corner of the lab. Baron Strucker hastily covered his nose and mouth with a trembling hand, regret flooding through him.
Bringing this "god" to Earth… had been a colossal mistake.
Hive looked visibly rejuvenated, his vitality partially restored by the fresh sacrifice. He slowly turned his gaze to Baron Strucker.
Strucker shivered under the weight of that stare. "M-my Lord, when do we launch our attack on Mason Industries?" he blurted out, trying to change the subject—desperate not to become Hive's next meal.
"My loyal disciple… are you second-guessing your faith?" Hive asked coldly. "Are you no longer willing to become a part of me?"