The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 142 [Pheromone Domination]

"Splash!"

Thor Ivy's blade was slowly pulled out from the joint of Queen Chichimo's armor.

Thick blood slowly dripped down the sword.

The entire underground hall fell into a deathly silence.

All the Qiqimo stood frozen in place, their six segments constantly rubbing against the ground, making a soft rustling sound, looking completely helpless.

They are not receiving guidance from Queen Chichimo's pheromones; they are losing their mother.

Helplessness, confusion, fear, and negative emotions entangled their hearts.

Arwen stood on Queen Zizimo's back, straightening his back and his chest rising and falling slightly.

He flicked the blood off the blade and glanced at the control panel.

The cat's eyes suddenly narrowed.

In his prediction, Queen Qiqimo, like the Bloodthorn Corpse Demon King, was a blue mutant.

But reality exceeded his expectations.

In the column for mutants, a purple icon has appeared.

Like the Cyclops Spearhead, the talent bestowed by Queen Chichimo is purple!

[Defeat Queen Chichimo (Boss) to obtain 100% of Queen Chichimo's mutants]

[Queen Qiqimo Mutant (Purple): Installing this mutant greatly amplifies mental power and grants the purple talent, Pheromones Domination.]

[Pheromone Domination (Purple): Your sweat glands and respiratory tract have mutated, allowing you to emit unique high-level pheromones. Your resistance to insectoid toxins is increased by 50%. Through the emitted pheromones, you can exert absolute mental control over low-level insectoids and high-level insectoid larvae: You can suppress all attributes of high-level insectoids and forcibly gain control. The number of insectoids controlled and the duration of control depend on your maximum mental strength.]

[Install Queen Qiqimo Mutant (Purple)?]

Without hesitation, I silently chanted in my mind, "Install!"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, even though the surrounding area was a frozen wasteland ravaged by the North Wind bombs, his body felt as if it had fallen into a furnace.

His sweat glands and respiratory tract were burning under his skin, and his meridians were constantly spasming, causing his body to tremble slightly.

The face beneath the Hydra mask was grotesque and twisted.

As the pain subsided like a receding tide, I felt much more relaxed.

This feeling is like a kind of transcendence.

An indescribable tingling sensation lingered in my head, leaving me feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Originally, his mental power could sense movements from sixty meters away.

Now, with the addition of the Qiqimo Queen mutant, the distance has been extended to 100 meters.

They could clearly sense the hesitant figures of Qi Qimo on the outside, as well as Ms. Frey hiding in the shadows.

My hands unconsciously gripped the sword hilt; the feeling of having everything under my control was truly mesmerizing.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, mixed with pheromones, which quickly spread to the surrounding area.

The surrounding Qiqimo all received this information.

Some were surprised, while others were confused.

In their consciousness, their mother was dead, but immediately a new presence appeared.

They kept colliding their antennae with each other, conveying their messages, but dared not rashly head towards Alwin's location.

The Witcher ignored them, lowered his gaze, and looked at the panel.

Lower-order insect-like organisms refer to common insects such as centipedes and spiders.

These creatures do not possess much intelligence; they can be commanded and controlled simply by emitting pheromones.

Higher-order insectoids refer to the products of the interaction between the celestial sphere and the celestial sphere.

Examples include Qiqi Mo and giant centipedes.

If they are adult monsters, it will definitely take some effort to control them perfectly.

However, if one uses mind control on the larvae and raises them to adulthood, one can gain complete control over them.

This skill, although it did not directly increase his combat power.

However, with careful nurturing, it is definitely no weaker than the [Giant Bloodline].

At other times, one might have to think about where to find the eggs of higher-order insect-like organisms.

And now, a huge Qiqimo insect nest is right in front of us.

Through the cat's eyes, the wriggling, milky-white insect eggs had ripples on their surface like ocean waves.

Ms. Frey, hiding in the shadows, noticed the strange behavior of the people around her.

She could sense that the insects were constantly probing Alwin's location.

It wasn't about seeking revenge against Queen Chichimo; it was more like an instinctive sense of awe and fear.

This is truly incredible considering Qiqimo's past behavior towards humans.

His gaze shifted to the black-haired witcher.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

Although the Witcher looked the same as before, she felt that something had changed.

Before this, she had the impression that Alwyn was very similar to an ordinary witcher.

Covered in blood and mud, with fierce cat-like eyes, and silent.

Now, she felt an inexplicable aura.

Yes, that's it.

That feeling that only exists in a great wizard—mysterious, powerful, and making people afraid to approach.

Frey emerged from the shadows and silently stepped into the magical barrier.

The Witcher wasn't looking at her, but Frey knew in her heart that he had already noticed her approach.

This terrifying change happened in just a few breaths; it was utterly unbelievable.

"Alvin," Frey asked tentatively in a low voice, "are you alright?"

Arwen turned around, and a strange green glint flashed in the yellow cat eyes beneath the Hydra mask.

"I'm fine, Ms. Frey."

Frey paused slightly, taken aback by those cat-like eyes, and looked away.

"Shhh!"

The rapid, frequent sounds caught their attention.

Looking outwards at the Qiqimo, their massive limbs rubbed against the ground, initially restless, then lowered their bodies and fell into an eerie stillness, like pilgrims worshipping their gods.

This scene sent chills down Frey's spine.

"Gods above—what's wrong with these insects—what's wrong with these Chichimo—?"

Even Frey, who had witnessed the wars of the northern kingdoms, became incoherent at this moment, completely beyond her comprehension.

"Arwen—did you do something to them?"

Frey asked in a low voice.

Arwen leaped off the corpse of Queen Zizimo and landed steadily on the ground.

With her left hand, she lifted a corner of the cloak and gently wiped the bloodstains off Thor Ivy's sword.

"Perhaps they are remembering their mother."

Ms. Frey made up a random excuse and didn't ask any further questions, knowing that the other party was unwilling to answer the question.

I felt incredibly fortunate to have made the acquaintance of Arwen; it was truly a lucky thing.

The Witcher sheathed his silver sword and walked to the towering Qiqimo insect nest embedded in the stone wall.

Frey came to his side and lifted her fingertips upwards.

[Light Spell] illuminated the entire appearance of the insect hive.

The piles of corpses, intertwined with white insect eggs, made Frey feel psychologically uncomfortable.

She frowned slightly. "What should we do now? Destroy this place?"

Alwin shook his head.

If it weren't for the fact that spatial rings can't store living things, he would have taken the entire insect hive with him long ago.

With his eyes slightly closed, a powerful mental force surged forth, instantly enveloping the entire insect hive.

With the blessing of [Pheromone Domination], he can accurately perceive the condition of the larvae in each insect egg.

Qiqimo Engineers —

Qiqimo Warriors —

Qiqimo Engineers —

As he breathed, he successfully filtered out thousands of vital signs.

Soon, deep within the insect nest, among an egg covered in thick mucus, he sensed a subtle presence.

When this aura sensed his spiritual power, it did not convey joy like the engineers or soldiers of Qiqimo.

Rather, it is a form of vigilance and resistance.

Alwin unconsciously took a step forward, focusing all his mental energy on the insect egg.

Through the mucus and skin, one can sense that the larva has matured and is ready to hatch at any time.

However, it seems to resist hatching, and it is smaller than the usual larva, but it has a series of patterns on its abdomen that are exactly the same as those on the abdomen of Queen Chichimo.

However, the former has very light colors and patterns, making it easy to miss if you don't look closely.

Alwin's eyes lit up.

It is the larva of Queen Chichimo.

No, it should be Queen Qiqimo.

A slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

In nature, or rather, in the Qiqimo ecosystem born from the convergence of the celestial spheres, there exists an extremely cruel law.

In a Qiqimo tribe, there can only be one queen or empress.

When queens or empresses reproduce, if they have abundant resources, they will also produce queen eggs that are eligible to inherit the throne.

However, this does not mean that a new queen will be born.

Each queen's egg consumes a large amount of nutrients from Queen Qiqimo and the Empress.

In their eyes, the existence of another queen or empress is not allowed to coexist in the swarm.

Therefore, the ultimate fate of these queen eggs is to become food for their mothers after they hatch.

Only the most fortunate queen eggs can successfully inherit the swarm after the death of the previous Queen of Zizimo.

Now, Alwin's cat-like eyes narrowed, and [Pheromone Domination] erupted.

A massive surge of spiritual energy swept into the insect egg.

Before the infant Queen Qiqimo could even resist, Alwin's imprint was already branded into her spiritual sea.

Immediately, a strange feeling came over me.

A chaotic scene unfolded, along with tender, tentative messages that cautiously probed him, like some kind of inquiry, or more like a newborn infant searching for its mother.

Alwin twitched his five fingers slightly, transmitting pheromones from the past.

Come out, little one, I mean you no harm —

The larva inside the queen's egg trembled, its tender mouthparts tearing through the egg. First, it poked out its head, shook its body, and struggled to emerge from the egg.

Its carapace is not bluish-gray, but a newborn milky white.

It crawled along the insect nest to Arwen's front, its fragile barbs on its six segments grabbing onto his trouser leg as it climbed upwards.

Alwin stretched out his right hand and watched the tiny creature, no bigger than an egg, come into his palm.

When Frey saw this, her breathing became rapid.

"This is Queen Chichimo's juvenile form? You can tame it? That's something even magic can't do!"

Alwin observed the little guy carefully.

Indeed, magic had no effect on them; even the Salamander Gang of later generations could not completely control a Queen Chichimo.

But he's different; he has a cheat code!

Atamon's ring flashed beneath his gauntlets, and he produced a small piece of royal pterosaur meat, placing it in front of the little creature.

This royal pterosaur was kept in the Temple of Meritelli.

Nannick knew the Witcher's preferences well; the flesh and blood of the dragon were an unparalleled delicacy, and the skeleton and leather armor were top-tier trophies.

And she, being a powerful alchemist, preserved it for him very well.

After being placed in the spatial ring, the flow of time stopped, and the flesh and blood did not decay.

The little guy sensed the fleshy ball in front of him, which was the same height as him. He first sniffed it with his little head, and then his six limbs trembled joyfully.

It opened its mouthparts, tearing flesh bit by bit.

It has just been born and is in dire need of nutrients.

Frey, being well-informed, could smell the scent of a dragon in the flesh and blood.

He shook his head slightly.

She understood the Witcher less and less.

The little guy quickly devoured the royal pterosaur meat, which was the same size as him.

He rolled over and lay directly in Alvin's palm, revealing his round belly, looking adorable as he yawned.

This sight made Ms. Frey smile. "Frey, do you have any magical items that can store this little guy?"

Upon hearing this, Frey took out a palm-sized wooden tube from her satchel.

The surface of the long tube is hollowed out, with exquisitely carved runes, and it also has a sweet smell.

"This is the insect basket I use to imprison the queen bee when I'm harvesting honey, to control those hardworking bees. The runes on the outside also provide some protection, and should help with what comes next."

Arwen took the insect basket with his left hand and sensed a solidified magical fluctuation.

It is a defensive shield similar to the Quen sign.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ms. Frey raise her wrist.

"This little thing is yours. No need to thank me; you saved my life, didn't you?"

"By the way, how are Earl Rupert's children?"

Alwin no longer refused, and carefully placed the little creature into the insect basket and then into his waist pouch.

"Found it, it's in the hands of this green-robed wizard."

As he spoke, he had a thought and his mental energy covered the mask.

Ripples spread across his body, transforming him into the form of a wizard in a green robe.

Frey's expression turned serious. "I owe you a favor."

Arwen raised his right hand and stuffed the corpse of Queen Zizimo into the Atamon Ring.

"We're allies. Any witcher from the Wolf School wouldn't stand idly by if you were in danger, would they?"

Frey's gaze softened, and she smiled.

Yellow Cat Eyes glanced at the surrounding Qiqimo.

Under the influence of pheromone control, he could clearly perceive it.

These insects feared him, yet revered and obeyed the juvenile Queen Chichimo in his pouch.

They held the emperor hostage to command the feudal lords.

As expected, he can use the little guy's pheromones to control these guys.

[Pheromone Domination] conveys a message to the little one.

Before long, the Qiqimos blocking the exit made way and stood respectfully on both sides.

"Let's go, Frey, we still have a big problem to solve."

Frey nodded.

"However," Arwen said, walking toward the exit, "they gave me Queen Chichimo, and I will give them a gift in return. I hope they will like it."

Then, a hoarse laugh came from under the mask.

Frey paused for a moment.

Next, someone is probably going to be in trouble.