The Wasp is the sexual offspring of the White King and Hera. She was originally just a normal insect, but her parents gave her the Vessel Mask in order to protect the Princess of Hallownest.
She transformed in a cradle since she was a child, gained powerful strength and was able to use her soul, and later learned combat skills in the hive.
After growing up, he trained in distant lands outside of Hallownest, and finally grew into a powerful warrior.
If we trace all the origins, the deepest connection between Wasp and her parents is the cradle.
Now the White King is dead and Hera is dead, but their lives have been best extended by the Wasp. They are like two kite flyers. Now the kite has broken away from the long line and is wandering alone in the cloudy sky.
But the shadow of the kite still remains on the ground.
After returning to the deep nest, the Wasp found the midwife who helped her give birth.
She lives in the beast's lair, at the bottom of the hollow covered with silk sacs, next to a wide lake.
The Wasp briefly stared at the deep lake water.
This water was once polluted by the void and is very black, as black as ink, but the good thing is that there are no more dangerous creatures in it.
Memories of my youth briefly came to my mind. Although I couldn't remember what it was like to fall to the ground, the joyful and sweet taste was undeniable.
She used to love playing in the water, in this lake.
The Wasp turned her head away. Memory is memory after all. She stepped into a long and narrow cave by the lake.
Here, she is supreme, and all beasts and poisonous insects will avoid her.
She went deep into it and came to a broken wall made of piles of rubble.
There were many fragmented insect corpses beside the wall, which seemed to have experienced horrific bites.
The Wasp took a few steps forward.
A thick black long insect emerged from the rubble. Her face was covered with a round bone-white mask with a slit in the middle. There were three pairs of eye holes in total. The two groups on the top were arranged separately, and the pair on the bottom
The eye holes are merged, and the arc of the slit is like the upward curve of the mouth, making it look like the face of a villain with a wicked smile.
The midwife is a dual personality patient.
"Oh, let me see, honey, why are you here? I was wondering when you would come to see me?" She sighed, her tone was like a lonely old man, and her limbs were very restless.
She tickled the ground separately. In comparison, her movements were a bit too rich.
The Wasp Girl had not yet responded, but the midwife's sharp eyes saw Lu Zhengkang, "Ah... is that the food you are carrying for me? You are so kind, I happen to be hungry, and a full stomach is the road to happiness...
…Come, give him to me.”
She couldn't wait to open the mask, revealing an ugly face with four eyes and a huge mouth. The exposed fangs were densely arranged in two rows and kept opening and closing. The midwife made a slurping sound from her mouth. She leaned forward, but was stuck.
Inside the wall, there is no way to advance, only anxious and futile efforts to keep struggling.
The Wasp was very familiar with her character, and she waved a nail lightly. The midwife sensed the crisis, closed her mask, retracted her body suddenly, and burrowed back into the wall.
"Don't be afraid of me, come out." The Wasp said softly. The majesty of the princess cannot be desecrated.
The midwife reluctantly came out again.
"Oh, dear, haven't you left yet? Hahaha, I hope I didn't scare you just now. It wouldn't look good if you cried like you did when you were a child..."
The Wasp snorted coldly, "I don't have time to chat with you here. Get the cradle ready, or I'll let a bunch of bugs stay here."
The midwife looks fierce on the surface, but is actually introverted and autistic, with a strong defensive mentality. The only person she trusts is Hera. Now that Hera has passed away, there are only strangers in her world, even Hera's daughter Wasp.
She was most afraid of being disturbed by others. As soon as she heard the Wasp's threat, she immediately said in a panicked tone, "Okay! Okay! Get ready now!"
The midwife crawled back into the wall, but the Wasp didn't know how to crawl through the wall. She went directly to the cradle room.
The cradle room is just below Hera's chamber.
A stealth believer is responsible for guarding this place. After seeing the Wasp, it respectfully moved out of the way.
Entering the room, there are several lamp posts in the small room, which are matte.
There is a drop-shaped structure hanging in the middle, with spikes on the top, and rib-like fine lines on the upper part, with several long tubes connected to it, which seems to function as an umbilical cord. The lower part is a broken bone bowl-shaped structure, supporting the entire body.
cradle.
The main structure of the cradle is floating and is not held up by long tubes, so it is close to the ceiling and some distance from the ground.
Several small weavers came running in carrying the cradle base with nimble claws. They quickly replaced the base, then circled around the Wasp a few times before quickly leaving.
Wasp Girl stepped forward and pulled the bottom bracket off, then placed Lu Zhengkang on the bottom bracket and closed the cradle.
The midwife was ready, and streams of blue solution were transported from the long tube into the cradle, flooding Lu Zhengkang's body.
This solution may be called amniotic fluid.
The water that breeds life.
The Wasp thought for a moment, then placed the flower that Lu Zhengkang had entrusted for safekeeping on the ground under the cradle, then she hugged the little knight's broken mask and left.
She was going to bury the body.
In a deserted room, holy flowers float up and blend into the cradle.
…
Lu Zhengkang was sleeping and dreaming.
He recalled the past, his childhood and adolescence.
At an age when I love fantasy.
But the memory was extremely blurry in the dream, and he couldn't tell whether falling to the ground was his personal experience or a simple mental construct.
Lu Zhengkang was walking under the shade of the trees, turning his head to look around. The sunlight was just right. Through the gaps between the dense branches, he could see the various colored bricks and tiles on the exterior walls of the building, which were suddenly retreating as he moved forward.
He broke into a deserted long alley, with old bricks and tiles, and lush moss. The city's electric wires flew across the alley, and a few sparrows stopped and chirped.
Through the sunlight, the stratus clouds in the sky look like gold-rimmed ice jade statues, forming a picture with the sky. They are cut by the walls on both sides of the alley, leaving only a long, sloping strip, which is very freehand.
Lu Zhengkang raised his head, his eyes blinded by the sunlight. He walked swaggeringly and unscrupulously down the long alley, as if this road would never end.
There is clear water flowing in the ditch and pond on the roadside, splashing and swirling on the stone bricks.
After a while, the alley was finished.
The moment we walked out of the alley, the sky became brighter.
Ahead, a pure white stag appeared on the busy street of the city. Its antlers were as big as the branches of two ancient trees, and they were as tall as the street lamps on the roadside.
It cuts through traffic with graceful gait.
There was neither any panic nor any trouble to pedestrians.
Lu Zhengkang was afraid that it would be hit by a car, so he hurriedly chased the stag.
He followed it, the one in front walking and the one behind running.
Walking out of the city, through the rubble-strewn suburbs, and over the lush green bamboo mountains and forests.
The sun sets in the west and the bright moon rises.
Under the night sky, with the mountains covered with mist, a stag stood on a bare mountain among huge rocks and cliffs, with its back facing the full moon and the horns on its head holding the moon.
It's like holding a pearl in your mouth.
The stag stood peacefully.
Lu Zhengkang walked up to it, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the thick fur.
This warm hair exudes strong vitality, and you can feel the surging blood beneath it.
The stag turned into light, wrapped the young man, rose up to the dome, and turned into the second bright moon.
