Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 817

hapter 817 The Chaos

This respirator was clearly top–of–the–line, a full–on oxygen supply system built in.

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The awful stench that had been torturing Emma’s nose just moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by a crisp, faintly minty

filtered air.

She blinked her big eyes, staring through the respirator’s clear visor, completely bewildered at Malrik in front of her.

He was wearing the same kind of respirator. Right now, he was bent over, hands braced on his knees, chest heaving as he’d just sprinted through a life–or–death chase.

Her voice came muffled and a little robotic through the respirator’s speaker. “Malrik? Is this… an attack? Did someone poison the place?”

She instinctively pictured some deadly enemy storming in with a WMD gas attack.

Malrik straightened up.

Even through the respirator, Emma could see the relief in his eyes that comes after surviving something that should have killed him and a deep, almost unexplainable disbelief.

His voice came through, tinged with a tragic, electronic edge.

“Not an attack… It’s worse than that.” Then, he pointed outside. His tone was heavy. “The yard’s basically a beast hell right now. I have no idea what got into

Leonard.

“Marcus told him to fertilize the garden, and he… blew the manure up.”

“Blew the manure up?” Emma thought she must have misheard.

“Yeah, blew the manure up,” he affirmed with a hopeless resignation. “It was high–tier beast dung, just delivered. Explosive enough to rival a biochemical nuke. The garden’s protective wards are about to tear apart from the stench.

“Even the two mutant hounds out front–I passed by a minute ago–they’re foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled back, twitching all over the place.”

“Even Calum…” Malrik paused, like he needed a moment to describe the scene properly. “He was about to drink his coffee. One whiff, and he nearly crushed the cup in his hand.

“Now, he’s running around with a knife, hunting down whoever made this mess.”

Emma leaned against the window and looked out.

The garden, once alive with birds and flowers, now seemed shrouded in a strange, pale green

mist.

A few servants who hadn’t managed to escape were doubled over behind the rocks, dry–heaving in perfect, synchronized misery. The sight was both spectacular and pitiful.

And Leonard, the one who caused all this? She couldn’t make out the details from that far–off corner, but there was a lone figure, standing stiffly in the center of the green haze, like a sculpture abandoned by the world.

She went completely silent.

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Chapter 817 The Chaos

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Outside, chaos had broken loose.

Inside the castle, the smart robots were running wild like headless chickens. Red warning lights flashed like crazy, emitting an electronic, high–pitched scream.

“Alert! Alert! Air pollution levels are critical! Devastating biochemical weapons detected! Core processor overload imminent! Help…ssszzzt…”

The stench had already started creeping out of the castle.

Gaellard slumped a little in the distance. When the smell hit him, he instinctively grabbed his butt and shot a look at Andre.

Andre happened to glance back at him with the same puzzled expression.

“Why are you looking at me? Not my fault,” Gaellard said.

“Not me either,” Andre replied.

Can’t blame us for reacting like this. Alaric left some serious mental scars last time.

Sniff sniff… Gaellard frowned and took a cautious whiff, then pointed toward Emma’s castle. “Smells like it’s coming from inside there.”

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